As the weeks fly by …

All things considered, I had a great 39 weeks and 6 days of pregnancy. I didn’t hate being pregnant, and I didn’t want Maya out the way many women feel towards the end of their pregnancies. In fact, I would have been content to carry her around a little longer than I did. I never got too huge and was still able to touch my toes the day I delivered, and because I gave birth in December, I never dealt with being very pregnant + hot and sweaty and miserable. My nearly 40 weeks spent pregnant were good ones.

Weeks.

When you’re pregnant, you tend to focus on weeks — wanting to rush ahead to the next week to either get to the “safe zone” (for me — I never felt “safe,” but for many, that’s around the 14/15-week mark). Then, maybe it’s to feel a kick (it was 18 weeks for me) see a real bump (around 20 weeks for me) or to know what size fruit your baby resembles at the moment (kiwi, lemon, papaya, etc). Then as it gets closer to your due date, you’re counting down the weeks til your due date … praying to make it to the 34/36/38 week mark.

It’s all about weeks. Continue reading “As the weeks fly by …”

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(In?)Tolerance and Time

Today I thought I’d talk about “tolerance” and time. Each person has their own level of tolerance, and it builds up over time. But likewise, tolerance can wane.

For example, when I lived in Argentina, I got used to things being closed at random times — even though the store-fronts would say otherwise … and paying more if I used a credit card vs. cash. I just accepted it as something as Argentine as dulce de leche.

When I lived in El Salvador, I grew accustomed to  seeing security guards with rifles outside every bank, dining establishment, bar, theater, etc. (basically every public place) … not having regular access to hot water and Internet … and obscene heat without air conditioning.

And when I first began working out at 5 a.m., I wondered how I’d ever get used to that early a wake-up call.

Eventually, of course, those things that initially seemed intolerable/annoying/frustrating at the time became part of my lifestyle … and I came to accept them as just part of life.

I stopped being irritated at the “lazy” Argentine way of life (which now, after nearly a decade in the working world, seems lavish and desirable!). I stopped being frustrated at the nuances of living in a third world country (which now I realize was one of the most eye-opening experiences in my life). And I stopped being annoyed by  the blaring alarm (and eventually found myself not only loving it but waking up BEFORE the alarm most days!) Continue reading “(In?)Tolerance and Time”

TIME Magazine: Is Vegetarianism a Teen Eating Disorder?

vegetarian_0402YogiClareBear shared an article with me yesterday that I want to post here today to see what you think about it.

The article, “Study: Is Vegetarianism a Teen Eating Disorder” was published in TIME magazine this week, and you can read it here.

The premise is that for some teens, “going vegetarian” is an easy way to mask disordered eating behaviors.

Here’s a snippet:

“…Parents tend to overlook seemingly mild, earnest teen pursuits like joining the Sierra Club, but a new study in the Journal of the American Dietetic Association suggests that another common teen fad, vegetarianism, isn’t always healthy. Instead, it seems that a significant number of kids experiment with a vegetarian diet as a way to mask an eating disorder, since it’s a socially acceptable way to avoid eating many foods and one that parents tend not to oppose.”

Hm … what do you think? Isn’t this how disordered eating starts? A food, or food group, is banned? And then something else and so on and so on? Continue reading “TIME Magazine: Is Vegetarianism a Teen Eating Disorder?”