I've been reading a lot of Victorian
literature lately. Right now I am reading Can You Forgive Her by
Trollope. It sure is an interesting read and full of many political
and relational insights. I'm about halfway through. I want to read
more of his works, but this was the one I started with. I've also
been reading Charles Dickens. I just finished David Copperfield. This work of fiction has blown me out of the water! I must own and
read all of Dickens works. He's amazing. I never gave him two
thoughts before, but now: I am hungry for everything he wrote and
plan to read it all.
Not having internet is...interesting.
At it's worst it is only inconvenient. I can't Google things whenever
I want. I can't mindlessly check out on the internet. I have not
watched a single YouTube video since we canceled it and I miss
watching my favorite YouTubers. But it has also been oh so healing
and soothing to my soul to not have internet at home. My day feels
less rushed. I feel completely unburdened by the noise that is media.
I don't care a bit about the “social” aspect of the internet
anymore, and I realize that in light of Eternity and God maintaining a "online presence" is
minutely insignificant and not worth my precious time. Living without
the internet is bliss. However “inconvenient” it is I know I made
the right decision for myself and my family.
Another thing of note that has
occurred: I quit the keto diet. I originally did keto due to blood
sugar issues and I loved it. But I quit loving it. Keto became a
burden, a diet that I felt I “had” to do. I “had” to do it
because my husband was. I couldn't give up because I'd be letting him
down and letting myself down. All my friends knew I was
keto, knew I loved it. I couldn't just quit, could I? Furthermore I knew the second I started eating carbs again I would gain 20
pounds and become intellectually stunted.
Eventually I just realized I was being
stupid and I quit. It was as easy as that. Right now I am doing only
dairy and gluten and refined sugar free, and I have picked up yoga
and it's going great. I have only weighed myself once in the past
three weeks. I am enjoying sandwiches. I have not gained 20 pounds
but I can bend over and pick up toys without feeling vertigo, so
thanks Yoga. But I could wax eloquent on the sandwiches. I have eaten
either a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich or a hummus sandwich or a
cheese toasty (vegan cheese) for lunch, with a side salad, every day
since I quit! I also made chili the other week. I have not had beans
in over five years. There was a party in my mouth and a tear in my
eye when I took that first bite. I plan on making more chili next
week. My toddler hated it, but hey, more chili for me. Whoo!
Becky is eight months this September
and Reuben is a solid three. My husband is turning 34 next year and I
am ever daily traveling to 32. This sounds so old! Thirty two. I think
of my mom when I think of that age. I was 11 when she was 32. As much
as I wish I had kids when I was younger, I know my younger, unsaved
self would have been a horrible mother, so I am glad I was spared
that adventure. Having kids as an older woman has its pluses and minuses for
sure, but from my perspective it's all pluses for me. Sure, it would
be nice to be out of the pregnancy phase (we want more kids) and have
that behind me in my 20s, but I know solidly I was not ready for kids
at that age. I wasn't ready at 30 either—but God was there with me
and I was adaptable enough that I listened to him. I wasn't in a
listening frame of mind in my 20s.
That's a life update. How are you guys
doing?
