Lazy Holidays

These past few days can be characterized by baggy t-shirts and pajama bottoms, slippers, hot tea, and the desire to spend the entire day reading (which I’ve given into more than I care to admit). Yes; it’s been one of those weekends.

Fall, it seems, is upon us, but the only thing that actually says about where I live is that the average temperature is 68, not 72. We’ve started turning the heater on at night, and I keep a sweatshirt handy.

I don’t get very many of these. I’ve spent almost every other weekend this quarter driving from one place to the next, visiting family or Davis or other friends. Or I’ve been counting away the hours between delayed flights while reading or squeezing in classwork here or there. I’ve been kept very busy preparing for interviews and planning our wedding. So, when a weekend comes up where I have nothing on my schedule, admittedly I don’t really know what to do with myself.

Not that I’m complaining – it’s nice to have a second to breathe every once in a while. But to be honest, this goes to show me – again – that I truly function better when I have a thousand things going on. As tiring as it is, I need to be able to squeeze in homework between my countless other activities in order to guarantee that it gets done in a timely manner.

So here I sit, with statistics to be studied and a paper to be written, and it’s Monday. I think, before I get going on that, I’ll read some more.



Yesterday was a day of change.

I ended up going to the doctor yesterday afternoon due to stomach issues. Poop is not something people care to read about online (at least, that I care to read about… or that I care to discuss) so I’ll spare the details and jump right to the fact that I’ve been having digestive troubles for quite a while now. When I told the nurse this, she instructed me to make a few drastic changes to my diet to see if they helped. Namely, try cutting out gluten and/or dairy.

Now, if you know me personally (or even if you’ve just happened to read my blog before), you know that I LOVE to eat. And not just in a “food’s great and necessary to stay alive” kind of way; I love to eat pretty much everything. It’s seriously one of my favorite things to do. So when I was told that I should try to not eat pasta or ice cream or cheese or bread (or, well, a lot of things, actually) I was thrown for a loop (and I’m still in said loop, actually). It took me two hours of pouring over the internet this morning to try to convince myself that not eating gluten and/or dairy might actually be good for me… I’m still working on that, actually. And going to the store and shopping for new foods that I’ve never made before (read: quinoa, corn pasta, etc.) was both fun and terrifying. Part of me hopes that going off of gluten will fix the issue; the other (much, much larger) part of me hopes this isn’t the problem.

(I decided to try not eating gluten for a week first. If things are better, maybe that is the problem. If not, I’ll go back to it and not eat dairy to see if that fixes things. I didn’t want to go off both at once, because a) that would eliminate nearly everything I eat, and b) there wouldn’t really be a way to know which one was causing the problem. Oh, and c) I feel like it’s easier to not eat dairy over Thanksgiving than it is to not eat gluten. Great timing, body.)

So I got that wonderful nugget of news. I’m trying to be optimistic though; it’s kinda good that the world’s becoming more aware of celiac disease and gluten sensitivity (as pretentious as I used to think that was… and I apologize for my former self’s arrogance).

Shortly following that, I received the phone call I spent all week waiting for and was told that unfortunately, I was not selected for the job I was hoping I would get. So, as expected, that put another damper on my day.

So like I said, today was all about change. I spent the latter part of yesterday admittedly moping about the lack of a job I currently have lined up for next year (at that point, my diet issues were completely out of my mind). When I woke up this morning, I felt significantly better. Like I mentioned, I devised a game plan for trying out this gluten-free diet thing. And Davis and I have spent (and will spend) a lot of time talking about what my career path should be in the next few days.

So… it looks bright moving forward. I know it’s going to be tough, but I’m excited about these changes (ask me again when I’ve eaten quinoa for a week straight). But all in all, it’s gonna be good.