Well, my brilliant plan to be healthy again is off to an imperfect, but reasonable start.
My dear Annacyclopedia who can't eat any of G*d's best inventions, such as pecan pancakes or mashed potatoes* got me experimenting with baking her some snacks. So far, I have made nothing worth sending her, though Charlie thinks everything in the trash can is at least worth dragging out to bury in the couch pillows. I have however, discovered flax! All week I have been sprinkling flax seed about like new ttc'ers sprinkle "baby dust." It's in everything I eat.
(TMI alert: Which has perhaps made me a little too regular. Caveat emptor.)
I have also been exercising. Kelly totally made me laugh when she asked what activites I like to do when she commented on that last post. Uh. I like to sit. Sometimes I walk...to the kitchen.
I've been working out on my long-neglected eliptical thingamabob. (I got it for $5 at a garage sale. The husband said his wife didn't know he was selling it and that she would probably be mad at him. I bet he was right.) I've never done any sort of yoga, power or otherwise, but I bought five or six in-home lessons at a silent auction about a month ago, and I need to schedule the first one still.
I also got out yesterday and volunteered for my presidential candidate who is not a Republican or Ralph Nader. I walked door to door for about three hours registering voters and receiving inappropriate comments on my ass from creepy men sitting in a minivan. I then went and had beef brisket and onion rings for lunch. Although I feel bad about the food choice, I am feeling good about the registrations and my aching legs. I think I am going to volunteer to do more activities that involve me not sitting.
*If you don't already know her, read this post that is both very brilliant and very sad when you see what she can't eat.