Friday, June 26, 2009

Day 26

I started blogging yesterday, but didn't get past the title. Talk about busy. Having mom visit and my USA FIT Gwinnett season getting ready to kick-off has just about put me over the edge. I feel like I'm so far behind on EVERYTHING! But, I'm still doing pretty well with this Paleo diet.

I finally got in my copy of the Paleo Diet book. I've been reading it and there is some good additional info in there. One thing I realized is how important Protein is to Paleo. I've been having protein with every meal and snack, but probably not enough. So, I've been trying to increase my protein and make sure it is better, more lean meats.

One thing I WON'T do from the Paleo book is eat nasty animal organs. I don't care how well cavemen thrived on eating brains, liver, and other organs....I won't do it. I don't want to be "that" healthy. No thanks!!

So, the news of the day yesterday was Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson dying. Both of them were huge during my childhood so I feel like a piece of my own history is gone. It is strange. The funny thing is, I KNOW I'm getting older - its hard to avoid with having the "Big 4-0" looming ahead in a couple of weeks. But still, I just don't picture those famous people from my childhood as getting older. So, as I'm rolling out my legs on my foam roller while watching the news about Michael Jackson go from "he's in a coma" to "he's dead"......I stopped in my tracks when they said "Michael Jackson is dead at 50". FIFTY!?!!!!!!!!! SAY WHAT?!

My kids busted out laughing at me as I yelled "FIFTY????" When the hell did Michael Jackson, young, dancing, singing, Thriller star, turn fifty years old. Where the heck have I been? Obviously not paying attention! But, well, regardless of how old he was when he died or how messed up he became as he aged, he was still an amazing star who changed the world of music and he will forever be a part of my childhood memories. And, he will forever be remembered, by me, as being a young man because that is how I remember him most and best.

This makes me think that whether I die when I'm 50 or 90, I hope that my kids will always see me as the young, lively, active mom that I believe that I am today.

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