Every day I think about blogging; sometimes I even have something specific I want to write about. (I can never remember if the word after a semi-colon is supposed to be capitalized or not. I'm gonna say no. Please don't correct me if I'm wrong. No one likes a know-it-all.) But I just cannot seem to find the time. And by that I mean I have been sooooo lazy lately. Which is why I am blogging in the wee small hours of the morning as I lay in bed--the only time I am motivated to do anything. The only problem with this is that I take a sleeping pill before I go to bed. If you've ever paid attention to sleeping pill commercials, they warn against taking a pill and then not going to sleep. Which is exactly what I do. Every night. Why do they discourage this? Because there have been many reports of people doing things they don't remember later, like eating, or driving (???). So, let's just say I've sent many an email, updated many a Facebook status, even sent a few embarrassing messages that I don't remember in the morning, until I get a reply and it all comes flooding back. (It's the closest I'll ever get to experiencing getting wasted and remembering nothing the next day.) So...what I'm about to write may sound fantastic in my head right now, but in the morning, who knows? Guaranteed I won't remember that I posted at all until I see a comment in my inbox. It'll be a fun surprise in the morning. "Ooh, what did I write?!"
So there's lots of stuff I want to update on or talk about, and plunking it out on my phone is sure to be tons o' fun. What else am I gonna do all night? Sleep? Ha!
--Year of No Sugar is still going strong. I am on Day 13 and loving it. I feel so good about myself. And although physically I'm not doing too hot, emotionally and mentally I feel amazing. It's hard to tell if my physical problems are STILL my body's reaction to being cut off of sugar, or due to other unrelated factors but I just keep telling myself it has to get better. At some point I will be rewarded for this. The cravings are completely gone. I don't bat an eye at my kids' sugary snacks. The few times a day I want something sweet, I eat an all-natural, no added sugar fruit strip thing. (I have no idea what they're really called but they taste exactly like the homemade fruit roll-ups my mom used to make in her fruit dehydrater when I was a kid, that we called Fruit Leather). Or, I'll have an apple with peanut butter. Those are my desserts and they totally get the job done. I feel like I can do this forever!
--The unrelated factors I was referring to are med changes. Those two words alone make me want to run away screaming. But it was time, and necessary. But terrifying all the same. Trying a new medicine is scary enough. Coming down off the old one is downright petrifying. I am trying to go as sloooooooow as I possibly can with it to avoid getting sicker than a dog, but avoiding all the withdrawal side effects is virtually unheard of, so I'm just trying my best to grit my teeth and forge ahead. I could be in for months of nausea, dizziness, and basically wanting to curl up and die, but I'm willing to do that if it means finally finding a light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. And, whether it be from the no-sugar or the med changes, something is definitely working, cause I haven't felt this good in a long time. The fog has lifted, the walls are lowering, and I'm remembering what it feels like to laugh.
--Still making cakes and loving every minute of it. Now I'm just looking for excuses to make them and use my Cricut Cake! Want to be my first official customer? Drop me a line.
--And the best is saved for last. Imagine, if you will, a knock on your door. You go to answer it, and standing there is someone who says, "Hey, you know that lifelong dream you've had? Well, today it's coming true." Only in fairytales? Not so, my friend. This very thing happened to me 3 days ago on Monday, January 10th, 2011. A day I will never forget. The day I was told that the contract to finish my book was happening now, not whenever I got it done, as originally planned. Today I signed a contract with a publishing company who will publish my book when it is finished come May. It will be on a bookstore shelf near you come fall. My book. Me. Published. Author. Dream. Coming. True. I still can't believe it. Seriously, I keep waiting to find out this is all some sick joke. Jen, if I haven't said it yet, I heart you.
And that is my life at this point in time. Thanks for hanging in there. My thumb is now permanently indented, and I'm going to attempt sleep now. If somehow in this drug-induced rambling I've said something horribly offensive or self-incriminating that will come back to haunt me in the morning, please don't hold it against me. I blame the pharmaceutical company entirely.