A little peek into our day, before trick or treat- it was 35F here in SW Michigan- absolutely freeeeeezing (1-2C for the rest of you).
We rushed to get candy for the manny in the house to dole out while we took the girl into the cold.
I had exactly 35 minutes to decide what to dress up as- and accidentally turned into a Zombie Kardashian- or a Game of Thrones greyscale Kardashian– still not sure which.
Maisie dressed as a brown haired Elsa… she was over the moon. Below is a pic with her brother- who is dressed as a sort of emo Waldo who doesn’t wish to be found- but will still take your candy-
I did, however, successfully stay keto and stayed out of the sweets today- so hurray for me!
My sister still has cancer, my mom is in a facility getting her bipolar/dementia meds leveled out, I am going through serious family problems and experiencing long term ptsd as a result of past child abuse.
Maisie is doing wonderfully! She is in Montessori school and is three now. She also does ballet/tap and adores it.
I have been on a ketogenic diet this year since July 10, 2017 per my cardiologist’s suggestion. I have also been using/wearing a fitbit charge 2, which has absolutely changed me from sedentary to active and I love it!
I am starting a vlog to chronicle my keto journey and just to be able to vent… xo
Once upon a time I was an abuse survivor-
Once upon a time I was an abuser-
Once upon a time I was a selfish cow who believed my own hype-
Once upon a time I was chronically depressed and unhappy-
None of the above is true anymore.
None of the above applies to my current life, nor has it in almost 8 yrs.
Someone once told me that the 40s were the best years of their life- way back when I was still in my early 30s and couldn’t even FATHOM being ‘that old’.
For me it is completely true.
My 30s were pretty decadent. I had a successful career that took me all over the world. I hobnobbed with the rich and famous. I was fit and in shape.
I was miserably unhappy and chronically depressed. My relationships with my family, my loved ones, myself were so unhealthy.
My 40s brought a separation from my long-suffering spouse, 2 small strokes (TIAs), the diagnosis of lupus, many deaths of people close to me, dealing with a (then) bipolar teen son with a substance problem, the diagnosis of bipolar and dementia in my mother- also, a new partner in my life, and a baby girl at 45.
The ‘bad’ things that happened weren’t so bad.
I found out that my chronic fatigue and frequent health problems I’d suffered all my life (and depression) were caused by alarmingly low vitamin D3 levels and an autoimmune disorder.
My sisters, mother, and niece all suffer from the same things. Had I not been diagnosed, neither would they have been.
My TIAs (and frequent miscarriages in the past) were genetic and due to my hypertension and Factor V Leiden which causes ‘thick blood’ and blood clots. I now take blood thinners and blood pressure meds. I was forced to change my diet and go semi (to total, depending on my whim) vegetarian/vegan.
I started juicing, working out, quit smoking after 25 yrs and started vaping.
I had to get tough with my family regarding my son’s (and mother’s) bipolar. It was a rough few years, but now at 22 (knock wood), he is on his way to becoming the person I always knew he could be. My mom’s issues will never be resolved, really. She now has dementia, so it is all downhill from here.
I had to get tough with MYSELF about my own emotional responses and PTSD from a childhood of abuse.
Therapy was a godsend for my family and me. You just take each day as it comes and live in the now.
My new-found healthy living gained me a great partner who is understanding, kind, loving- and quite a bit younger (though his maturity level probably tops mine by a TON). It also (with the help of the said person above) got me pregnant at 45.
I started growing my own heirloom veggies and went from glamma wannabe to hippie earth-mother.
I rarely travel any more and I am ok with this. My life is cozy and happy and I am catching all the bits I missed as a young mother with children.
Being happy- being content and at peace- is it’s own reward.
If someone offered me ‘the old me’ of 13 plus years ago, I’d run away.
Life is meant to be lived with the people closest to your heart.
Anything else is meaningless.
People say that my kid eats better than they do and this might be true.
I love to cook and I am not crazy about ‘conventional’ American food at all.
I am attempting to limit our red meat consumption and have been doing a lot of vegan and vegetarian meals lately.
Luckily, my Maisie is not a very picky girl and she has a healthy appetite (and is consistently off the charts for height and a very healthy weight- but not fat- ).
She basically eats everything that we eat- which can be vegan, carnivore, or any number of foreign foods, depending on my mood.
You’ll see a lot of persimmons and mandarin oranges lately on her plate because it is in season and her fave (and I bought a case of persimmons!).
Here are some highlights from her meals on Instagram.
Maisie's breakfast: herbed egg tartine with vegetarian apple smoked sausage, Apple butter fried apple with pan warmed brie cheese, mandarin oranges, and kale apple pouch #ToddlerMeals #KidsBreakfast #vegetariantoddler #vegetarian #toddlerfood #food #foodie #foodgasm #foodgram #foodpics #instafood #brie #tartine #eggs
We bought her the book “Good Night Moon” today. When R read it the first time to her, he discovered that she started bawling during the “good night” parts.
She absolutely fell to pieces! She had him read it to her a few more times and always started crying and getting sad at the same parts!
This was her first time (well, she made him read it 4 or 5x in a row) reading it…
After this vid was made, she ‘read’ it TO us (by turning the pages and saying “good night” to each page)- by the end of the book again she was pouting/sobbing and wiping tears.
This is very unusual. This child LOVES books, but they’ve never made her so emotional.