Welcome to All You Can Eat Sunday

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Hello and welcome to All You Can Eat Sunday.

Blair and I - after having successfully cut back our TV viewing to less than 3 hours a week - plopped ourselves on the sofa early this afternoon to watch "The Next Food Network Star" marathon and haven't moved in more than 6 hours. Well, that's not entirely true. We have left the sofa to forage for food. After spending a small fortune at Earth Fare this weekend on hemp protein, dulse flakes, coconut oil, unhulled seasame seeds, and gourmet greens, I spent the afternoon eating chocolate soy yogurt, peanut butter sandwiches, cereal, and leftover pasta.

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The Leather Chairs Aren't Going Anywhere

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After reading yesterday's post at work about my wanting to go vegan, Blair came home and had a little talk with me over dinner.

"You. Do. Not. Touch. My. Leather. Chairs." he said. "Are we clear on this? Do I need to write it down for you? Nooooooo touchy." 

Blair's favorite spot in the house is reading the WSJ in his overstuffed leather chair. And for what it's worth, I have no intention of ditching the chairs. Would I go out today and buy leather chairs? Probably not. But I look at past purchases as water under the bridge and I'll try to do better going forward. 

Blair, however, is not convinced.

"It's okay," I think I heard him whispering to the chair as he caressed it. "I won't let her get you." 

On the bright side, he loved the gluten free vegan meal I prepared last night - Aloo Palak. It's an Indian spinach and potato dish. Yum!

Saying Good-bye to Cheese

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I was all set to write about my re-energized committment to going vegan and was going to start the post off with a definition of veganism which--because the Universe has a sense of humor-- when I found it, knocked me off my moral high horse and back down to earth. The definition for Veganism in Wikipedia reads thus:


Veganism is a diet and lifestyle that seeks to exclude the use of animals for food, clothing, or any other purpose.

 

Without doing too much research, I'm thinking the leather chair in our front room, the honey in my kitchen cabinet, and the rockin' winter suede boots in my closet aren't going to earn me any "Vegan of the Year" awards.

 

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Why Beauty Magazines Are Bad For You

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My life is a mess. I didn’t realize this until late yesterday afternoon when I sat down with an InStyle and an O magazine. Thank God I read them though, as I apparently have the wrong hair, clothes, mate, moisturizer, mascara, shoes, jewelry and, I suspect, breath.

Why do women read these things? The more pages I flipped through, the more I became convinced my life was lacking. While 20 minutes earlier the only thing I was craving was a piece of dark chocolate, suddenly I was obsessed with cuter clothes, oversized purses, bangles on my arm, chunky hairlights, and instigating a complete home/body make-over.

I was on the couch reading and Blair was in the leather chair across the room.

“I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” I announced, pausing on a page.

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