mrtl: Dr. Phil, He Mocks Me

Catching up on Thursday's episode about obese children, Dr. Phil talks of a mother whose "problem" is that her obese child refuses to eat anything but orange chicken. Dr. Phil tells the mother to stop giving the child orange chicken. Bastard! He should have told her to send it to me.

::tangential tangent::
The "mrtl tangent" has really gone out of control. As little as I blog these days, I still see it being used in other blogs. It's taken on a life of its own. The nods are flattering, but they make me a wee self-conscious about my home page -- am I tangential enough? -- and moreso about the fact that my claim to fame in blogland is in being so scattered.
::tangent of self-awareness::
My old friend's mother used to call me "dipstick." It never bothered me until just this moment, because I never saw any truth in it. I was silly, sure, but not stupid.
::end tangent of self-awareness::
::end tangential tangent::

I know that my own relationship with food has got to change. I can't get my head around the words to describe my thoughts here. ... For as long as I remember, my relationship with food has been centered around finding happiness, eating emotionally. Most of my childhood (and not so childhood) memories are very focused on food. However, I'm finding a higher level of psychological satisfaction when I eat nutritiously and find myself more alert, energetic, and motivated.

There have been several examples over the last few days in which I've caught recent errors in judgment, lapses in memory, and losses of common sense. Along with such feats of mental prowess I have also managed to become a bit of a Wonder Woman (not to be confused with Wonder Yoshi). I credit these realizations with my newfound "Popeye Smoothies" (as AM calls them). Like today? Today the bugs and I went on a playdate to make gingerbread houses. We left after breakfast and didn't get home till early afternoon, having to make a stop at the grocery store. Still, today I managed to make a monster batch of smoothies (one generous helping for me and 18 1 1/2-cup servings in the freezer for future drug fixes), carrot and yellow squash purees (yes), clean up the public areas downstairs, and entertain guests (including cooking dinner). I also finally figured out why I was having so much trouble starting my recent knitting project and got a half bit (hee - will have to explain this joke later since the recipient may read this and the surprise would be lost) done. There's hope now that I'll actually be able to finish them before heading back to Maryland.

Even still, old mrtl-who-wants-food-to-please-her isn't out of the picture. The smoothies, made later in the day, HAD to be tested. Several tests, a large glass, and eight hours later, I'm still awake. I did say the other day that I shouldn't be drinking them so close to bedtime. I didn't learn. Dipstick. If I make this mistake again, I shall have to try exercising to see if that helps me settle more quickly. I've always had such a hard time getting off my ass once the kids are in bed, so maybe a boost would be a good thing to encourage a round on the treadmill.

What ho? A yawn? A yawn! To all a good night.

Comments

I am heinously guilty of using the mrtl-tangent. I used to always give you credit, but lately, I haven't, because you and your tangent are like cotton, part of the fabric of our lives. Be proud.

I am about to become guilty of using the mrtl smoothie, too. I have decided to heal myself as best I can, using food. I don't know how far that will get me, but it's more than anyone else is doing for me. Now. Have you tried it with yogurt yet?

Posted by: Susie | 2007.12.02 at 06:26 PM