Sunday, February 28, 2010

Baby food - the lies exposed

So, I purchased a variety of foods in the "for babies" aisle. And the sweet stuff (fruit; oatmeal) wasn't half bad.

But I was really excited about finally getting to eat a "real" meal. Beef and vegetables. Chicken and rice. Beans and carrots.

And? It all tasted like intensely bland, overcooked squash.

If I were a baby/toddler with more cognitive skills and motor dexterity than the average baby/toddler, I would let my parents know they were being sold a bridge to nowhere. No wonder as soon as kids can, they eat crap. They've been lead astray in their precious formative years, being told that all of these tasty foods were really going to taste...well...tasty. Why should they now believe that a diet of only cheez doodlz, soda, and Snickers Bars isn't good for you?

I'm just sayin'...

--K..

Another day, another new adventure...

Every day, I learn something new regarding how to deal with this strange set of circumstances. Yesterday's gem came from my friend Holly, who suggested that I check out the baby foods aisle of the grocery store. I had been waiting until we got home, thinking that I would just put everything I could find into a blender. She said the baby foods industry has super blenders that can pulverize foods into a gloppy enough state to be syringe-ready.

I'm psyched to have an entirely new section of the store I can explore. I was becoming concerned when I was already getting sick of yogurt and I still have 6-8 weeks to go! Fortunately, I'm still pretty happy with cream of anything soup, Muscle Milk, and pudding, so I still have a few staples.

The smallest improvements continue to feel like huge victories. Yesterday, we went to a movie ("Valentine's Day"). I stayed awake, despite my medications, and it felt so good to be out and about and to ignore everything for a little while.

Today's adventure will be a trip to the gym. I'm not sure I'll do much there. I don't want to injure the vertebral or rib fractures. I can barely breathe just sitting, so I'd probably suffocate performing my usual cardio routine. I'll probably do some leg machines and a few crunches but at least I'll have made my way back into the place after about 2 weeks. I hope to be "strong like bull" again soon!

--K--

PS: I have since discovered that "go to the gym" and "work out at the gym" are completely different animals. I'd say the hardest part of going to the gym accepting my limitations. I have no energy whatsoever. But I'm being uncharacteristically patient with myself.