sunday

Well good morning.

Yesterday Keith and I went to the gym and it was a lot of fun. When I go with him, I tend to stay much longer because he spends so much time with weights, plus he also runs. We went to my favorite gym (the one with the televisions on all my favorite pieces of equipment) and stayed for an hour and a half. Somewhere in recent history, I've pretty much "mastered" my headstand. I say "mastered" because it can always be better, but you know. I'm currently practicing different leg variations while I'm in the pose. Right now, I'm working on eagle legs (wrapping one leg around the other).

When we got home, we watched a documentary called Corn King. It was on Netflix Watch Instantly and I highly recommend it. I knew corn was in practically everything these days, but you really should check this out for yourself. For me, it was disturbing and even hard to watch at times. Here's a fact that really stuck with me: A piece of corn-fed beef has around 9 grams of saturated fat, whereas a piece of grass-fed beef will have only 1.5 grams of saturated fat. If you were born in the last 30 years, it's likely that you've only ever tasted corn-fed beef. So if corn-fed beef is so bad, why keep producing it? Because it's cheap, and Americans want cheap food. Here's one more thing, and then I'll stop: The use of table sugar has dropped significantly over the last 30ish years. What's taking its place? You guessed it- high fructose corn syrup.

So I know I don't often talk about Keith on my blog. Well, it is my blog, after all- and I happen to be peeved by women who get married and suddenly lose their sense of self and everything becomes "we", "I love my husband", "my hubby is amazing" and blah blah blah. (Okay, we get it, you married him.) But, I would like to say that I feel super lucky to have Keith. Thursday night, I got really sick in the middle of the night and he took supreme care of me without a single whine or complaint. And this isn't anything out of the ordinary. He always treats me like that, and it goes both ways. What's the key to a happy marriage/partnership? "We actually like each other." Well said, Mrs. Clock.

This little dingbat has thrown all of her towels in the wash and now has nothing to use when she gets out of the shower. Guess I'll have to sit here drinking coffee for a little while longer until they come out of the dryer! Oh well.

xoxo-
T