"Today is going to be a good day," my husband promised (spoke into being?) as we took our seats on the bus that had stopped well before its stop just to pick us up. Yes, we are regulars; yes, we are obviously dressed for our professional jobs; yes, my husband stands out like an incredibly tall sore thumb. But this particular bus driver has proven to be far from Mr. Smiley (our 6:10pm conductor). He never smiles; he does not even look at passengers when they board, when they thank him, or wish him a good morning. Address this driver with any question, comment or concern, and he will mumble a one or two word response, all the while staring out the window, like a man fixated on a boring TV show.
So the fact that he came to a screeching halt beside Chris and I when we were nowhere near our stop (we would have otherwise missed the bus and had to drive) that was something! We were, to say the least, shocked. Chris took it as a good sign for a great day. I'll take that.
I also ran into a friend on the T who time-wise I never run into, AND I got to meet the new "special" friend in her life--point two for this day!
For some reason or another, everything feels just great today; the mystery is that I don't know the reason. It's dreary out, again. I am wearing shoes that absolutely in now way coordinate with my dress/sweater combo (as an avid "What Not To Wear" watcher, I have Clinton and Staci "tisk"ing in my head!). Honestly, I didn't work out this morning--and I work out every day, or else carry the burden of guilt around with me like extra weight. So why the buoyant joy despite details that would usually put me into an uptight tailspin?
Almost two weeks ago, I changed my diet, totally cutting out sugar, caffeine, dairy and gluten. (and I am super-excited for, I kid you not, pizza-beer-cake day at work tomorrow. Stoked.) The first week was not an easy one at all: my body revolted by being excessively tired, achey, bloated and all-around BLAH. But I've stuck to it. I've done the supplements. I drink the green stuff. And I'm no longer dreaming about brownies and caramel sauce. This is huge.
I love food. I think about it, a lot. Cooking is one of my favorite things to do; a short second to eating one of my creations (or my mom or mom-in-laws! I'm surrounded by ladies who know how to throw down!) And one of my greatest struggles is the cravings, mainly sugary-chocolaty-sweety ooey gooey stuff. The entire digestion process begins in the mind (thank you, Dr. Colbert) and for me, my battle with wanting sweet stuff also begins in my mind. So for me to not be thinking about those things, or desiring them constantly--thank you doctor, that's worth the cost of admission right there!
In addition to this, I feel FAB-U-LOUS today. My shoes look ridiculous with my dress--OH well! All the minutia that usually irritates-aggravates-annoys, doesn't seem to matter so much right now. There's things for Chris and I that I want so desperately but can't have/attain right now-tings that had me in tears just a short while ago-it's OK! I'm good. We're good.
The final testament to my surge of serotonin-natural-high is that I am blogging. I love words, and I love to write; but the thought of having something I write that is personal be so public has intimidated me. What will people think? What if I'm not interesting?
Today-who cares? Thank you, balanced levels and happy liver. I'm ready for the world.
"And I'm feelin' good..."
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