Sep
16
(Speaking for myself only, your mileage may vary, different strokes for different folks, etc.)
It’s possible to change your eating patterns, but more importantly, it’s possible to change your eating preferences.
Transforming your body and mind takes time. If you try to rush the process, you’re doing it wrong.
Muscle is beautiful.
There is no such thing as not having enough time to exercise. If you can’t find the time, MAKE the time. This is entirely within your control, and telling yourself otherwise is simply an excuse.
When you put the right foods into your body, you will experience long-term positive effects. You could eat junk food and feel good for five minutes, or you could eat something healthy and feel good for hours.
As your body gets stronger and you stay committed to your health, every aspect of your life will improve. Every. Single. Aspect.
It feels amazing to treat your body like a partner instead of an enemy.
It’s better to find your own diet and fitness path than to follow a rigid set of instructions. It’s easier than you think to do this.
Working out isn’t easy or comfortable. Don’t expect it to be. If you’re not challenging yourself, you’re cheating yourself.
It takes about three months to establish a good routine and see the beginnings of the changes happening in your body.
Perfection doesn’t exist.
Keeping yourself in shape and healthy fills you with self confidence, and self confidence is the best feeling in the world.
There’s no reason why you shouldn’t start now. If you need to start over, that’s okay: start again now.
Sep
14
Dylan occasionally has a flaky scalp — the dreaded cradle cap that repulsifies a perfectly cute baby the way a monstrous booger or an eye-watering diaper will — and over the last few days it worsened into Ally-Sheedy-in-The-Breakfast-Club proportions. I tried moisturizing his head with some baby oil, but I couldn’t get it rinsed clean so he looked even worse afterwards, his hair greasy and slicked into weird swirls like a particularly seedy used-car salesman, the dry skin clinging tenaciously to his Exxon-head in gross yellowy flakes.
I had a vague memory of some recommendation to use a pure, natural oil, and BabyCenter confirmed the advice, so this afternoon right before his nap I thoroughly basted the top of his head with a massive amount of extra virgin olive oil. I didn’t mean to use quite so much but when I poured it into my palm it came out in a startling glug-glug-glug and I issued a little shriek of surprise and immediately turned to him and rubbed it in, the whole dripping slimy handful of it, my brain apparently unable to think of any other course of action (let it drip in the sink? Blot with a paper towel? No, let’s just wipe it on the nearest infant).
He was as slippery as a Crisco-coated otter and smelling like something that should be consumed with a loaf of french bread and some balsamic vinegar, and since he was getting tired and perhaps justifiably cranky I figured I’d let it soak in and deal with the mess later, but something told me to re-check that web page and sure enough the next paragraph after “some parents find an oil remedy helpful” was this: “the last thing you want to do is leave oil on his head, which could clog the pores and cause the flakes to stick“.
So I had to take him in the bath with me and shampoo his head about six hundred and fifty million times because wow, a gallon or two of olive oil is a bitch to get out of someone’s hair, and it looks like it maybe did the trick but he still smells like salad dressing and now my bathtub has a ring of some sort of . . . organic oil-and-baby-schmutz substance.
Next time, I’m just doing this:

