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On our night out at the Barnes and Noble over our U.S. holiday, Rob discovered a diet book that he thought was a must read.

That’s right.

My husband picked up, read a bit and decided we should own a diet book entitled Skinny Bitch, which was written by two women who had been in the modeling industry.

What sold him on the book was not the chapter on the horrors of the meat industry, designed to convince the unconvinced to give up their fattening, carcass gorging ways, or the chapter on the evils of sugar and sugar subsitutes. No, it was the chapter on pooping. There is a whole chapter devoted to elimination and the foods that promote properly satisfying bowel movements. But I had some of you worried there, didn’t I? 

Rob has yet to read the book.

I read it though on and off on our first day on the road back to Canada. It’s a very quick read. And it’s not your average diet book.

Most of what is in it is very common sense and boils down to the old adage – you are what you eat.

Since many of us live on a steady diet of animal in one form or another and refined carbs with little to no interaction with veggies or fruit that is what we are. And that’s not good.

Basically the book is heavy on the vegan. Hold the meat, the dairy, the refined and highly processed. Bring on the veggies, the fruit, the whole grains the unrefined. 

Throw in movement. Not Olympic preparation stuff but walking, climbing and carrying on a regular basis.

And voila. 

You too can be a skinny bitch.

The writing style is harsh and bossy but the research is sound and the idea that eating crap leads to looking like crap is in evidence all around.

More and more I realize that I can’t avoid going completely vegan. Not from a weight standpoint but from a health one. Once I eliminate a food, my body refuses to re-admit it without consequences and that is telling. 

If you are interested at all in veganism or simply want to know more about the meat and dairy industries and how truly unsafe our food supply is courtesy of the FDA, read the book.

There is always that chapter on bowel movements, you know.


Again from surfing the WordPress tags, I came across another idea for meming our Monday’s away.

Today’s topic is the space from which you blog. Mainly I blog from the office in our home, a rather unkempt room converted from a guest bedroom or the dining room table. Both places are not terribly well lit or ergonomic in any way and the chairs make my bum ache.

Me at my desk Christmas Morning 2007

Me at my desk Christmas Morning 2007

I also write and blog from the public library in The Fort before yoga or at Starbucks over in the Safeway. And of course on my travels it has been from various hotel rooms with my absolute favorite being The Hampton Inn.

So where do you blog? Show it. Describe it. Link it.


This will sound strange, but I forgot my husband’s 27th wedding anniversary. Yes, that’s right. His wedding anniversary, not ours. Ours was last month. June 26th and it was our first.

Rob and Shelley were married in July. It was a hot day. He was hung-over from partying a bit too hardy the night before. The JP got lost and was late. And the band played the wrong song for the first dance. But overall it was a beautiful wedding.

I have been to the very spot where they wed. Met nearly all the principal players of the day. Seen the photos. Heard the stories. In some ways it has become a part of my history too. Not all that much different from the ancestors I claim on my dad’s side despite my being adopted and not really related to those people at all. Yet my Grandma Cox told me all the stories on those many Memorial Day jaunts around the various cemeteries around the Old Monastery where my Granddad and her family are laid to rest. Those stories connected me in the same way Rob connects me to his past and to Shelley with his stories.

All weirdness I am sure to anyone who is not widowed and remarried/recoupled but the way of it none the less.

Happy Anniversary then to Rob. It was a happy day that led to years and years more and should be remembered as such.