On Day Six, I Totally Fall Apart...and New Challenges

Hello all!

Yup, I'll get right to the point. As predicted, my weekend totally derailed my gluten-free efforts (although Hubby is hanging tough.) I forgot my shopping bag full of gluten-free goodies at home, and when I got up Saturday AM for a mess-hall breakfast on my course, and discovered that a green banana was basically my only breakfast option, I totally caved and ate a bagel.

Well.

And, not gonna lie, the bagel was followed later by a course pizza-and-beer party, and I'm afraid that take-out pizza is one my nemesis. Anyhoo....to add a weird PS to that, my odd rash totally went away within hours of eating the bagel. Curiouser and curiouser....

I still plan on following a gluten-free plan for a while yet here at home, cuz I still think my husband will benefit, plus I've got that second mortgage I took out on my home to buy all those quirky flours. Hell, I haven't even touched the sorghum yet! So I'll be keeping you posted.

My husband also warned me today that my bank account is getting dangerously low and I need to lay off the shopping for a while. So meals in the next little bit are also going to have to be cheap. Beans, beans, musical fruit, here we come baby!

At any rate, when I came home last night and checked my email, I had a comment on this here widdle blog that honestly confused me for a minute, cuz I didn't understand what the hell this gal "Heather" was talking about at first:

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"Your husband realizes this is a living creature and not a pair of shoes right? Jesus christ, what an idiotic rationalization."

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Maybe it's because I was tired, but it took me a few beats to figure out that she was talking about our soon-to-be Maine Coon kitty. Well, Heather, I can first of all most definitely tell you that my husband DOES in fact realize that we are getting an animal and not a pair of Jimmy Choo slingbacks. He is not, after all, a drooling vegetable. I guarantee you that he won't try to wear the cat to his upcoming Christmas party.

Also, unless I missed something, I never tried to rationalize the fact that the man wants a purebred and not another shelter cat. If I were rationalizing, it would go something like this:

"OK, so I'm really not a bad person because if I buy a purebred cat, that means someone else won't get that cat and will instead have to go to the SPCA for a cat, so really, it's all the same thing in the end, right??

That, my dear, is what we call in the English language a rationalization.

Nope, no rationalizing here. Just stating the facts. See, in my household, all four members are what I like to call "free", meaning the opposite of robotic slaves, meaning all four of us get to have different opinions on things. Imagine that! My husband is a vegetarian for health reasons. Although sympathetic to animal suffering, it will never be one of his main concerns when it comes to our lifestyle. He comes from a long line of hunters, something he graciously gave up for life because he knows it upsets me.

Furthermore, he is an incredibly hardworking, patient and tolerant man who puts up with a helluva a lot of weird shit on my behalf without complaint and with a wry smile on his face. So, if the man wants to buy a cat this time (our last two were shelter cats) because said breed of cat grows to be enormous and loves to play fetch, than it would be decidedly ungracious (not to mention rather dictatorial) to tell him he can't. As they say in Third Grade, I ain't the boss of him.

Furthermore, I just want to repeat something I've said on a number of occasions: No two people in this world are ever going to agree on everything, and that includes the lengths we feel are necessary to go to in order to life a kind lifestyle. No one ever changed another person's core beliefs by scribbling hateful comments on another person's blog. So grow up, buy yourself a life and get over yourself.

Tomorrow: I have no idea. I'll just have to go now and bake some shit. And oh, I have some comment requests I want to get to. But now I gotta go!