Best and Worst

Somehow I've gained six pounds in the last three months, and I'm not really sure where they went. My pants feel looser than last year, if anything, but I don't feel like I've been pumping iron to the point that I've gained six pounds of muscle weight. I have been growing out my hair recently, so I must have very very heavy hair. I started reading Shape of a Mother a few months ago and it's fascinating to see how many shapes women come in. I can remember as a small child seeing my mother's stretch marks and associating that with being a mom, or more specifically my mom. I didn't really put two and two together and understand the stretch marks had to do with someone being in Mom's belly at some point, but I just figured that over time life make you look that way. It seemed only natural to me.

I told my mom about the web site last month in an email and later asked her if she had looked at it. She quickly replied, "oh yes, all those awful pictures!" I was really surprised. My mom was always very body positive when I was growing up and I never pegged her for being so cynical about a few stretch marks. But I think it was more of an issue that she can't imagine putting her belly on the Internet rather than anyone should be embarrassed about their belly.

I've yet to expand my belly size due to anything other than way too much dinner (see yesterday's post), but it did make me wonder if there are parts of my body that displease me. My insulin pump infusion site marks upset me. I worry that I'm building up tons of scar tissue under my belly from changing my site every three days (much in the way I worry about glaciers melting or homeless animals). I get frustrated and annoyed at all the little red dots left behind from rotating around my belly, despite covering a wide variety of locations. I've tried moving to other parts of my body (hips, legs, etc.) but they don't stay as well and are generally more painful to insert and maintain.

In contrast there are parts of me I'm quite fond of. I must admit that my ears are awesome. They're tiny and round and well-decorated. They're also very close to my freckles, which have always pleased me. So all in all, I'll take the good with the bad. And in the interest of sharing, I give you my best and worst ...

What's your favorite thing about your body?

My Spicy Salad Days are Gone

We made plans to eat sushi tonight. It was either going to be a dinner to celebrate electoral accomplishments or an opportunity to drown my sorrows in wasabi and hot green tea. It turned out to be a bit of a mixed bag politically (I'm nearly heartbroken about the marriage amendment, but other things don't seem so bleak) but a fine evening out for us personally. We went out to Zushi, which if you're ever in the Tidewater area is my favorite all time sushi restaurant EVER. It may actually be my favorite restaurant ever. I love the dishes, I love the decorations, I love every last bite of my food, I even love the sink in the bathroom. It's superb.

Tonight it was relatively quiet and we got to watch Kurosawa's the Seven Samurai (with no sound and relatively few subtitles) and chat over edamame. I normally try to control the amount I order, but today I really outdid myself, both in quantity and the spiciness of my choices. It was then that I realized I am officially old.

I can no longer eat an entire helping of wasabi covered sushi without getting eye bulging heartburn. I can tell if it has just rained or is about to rain based off of how my knees feel. I groaned the other day after getting up from squatting on the ground (otherwise known as making the "old man noise"). Don't even get me started on what a grande latte does to me after a big dinner. You may have to carry me home.

Soon I'll be holding my menu at arm's length, clearing my throat of unmentionable substances every three minutes and espousing about how things used to be back in my day. I know those misspent days of my youth contained a lot more spicy foods much later at night than they do now.

NaBloPoMo buttons

First, a big ol' thank you to Mrs. Kennedy for her link to my Gumby button for NaBloPoMo. And a fond hello to all you who have found me through the NaBloPoMo Randomizer. I can see the difference in my site stats and I hope you all stick around. If you're interested in a NaBloPoMo button, I have two to offer. One is Gumby inspired and one is hand-drawn by me:

Yeah, I'm no artist, but it was fun to make. I promise I won't count this as my entry for today, so expect another post before midnight.