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This long Memorial Day weekend has been mostly about food. Well, okay, food and "Due South." And massive life changes.

My nephew and I made ice cream yesterday for his 12th birthday party. He couldn't decide on a flavor, so we made all three: chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla.

In the past few days I've cooked several other things that I would never have thought of as "homemade": pork jiaozi (a huge production number, but fun); steamed baozi with sweet red bean paste (I still haven't got them quite right--they're tough instead of cloud-like); pita bread (not a PITA at all to make) and hummus.

I mention all this because it's part of a change in my life, and today, in talking with roseambr, I became conscious of just how massive that change has been.



At the end of 2007 I was driving my car to work at least twice a week. I was eating two or three meals a day from commercial food establishments. I was putting mountains of trash out on the curb every week. I was buying whatever the hell I felt like buying, and my house was a pile of clutter.

I was using huge, indulgent amounts of electricity, gas, and water.

My biggest concern in life, after my general mental health, was the agony I was experiencing over my weight and my irresistible appetite.

Less than six months later, I'm making everything I eat in my kitchen from scratch. I'm eating a very steady 1960 or so calories a day and all my cravings have vanished. I rarely think about my weight--which, incidentally, is slowly climbing back down the scale.

I'm composting and recycling so much that my actual trash fits in one grocery bag a month. Not that I have grocery bags anymore.

I never drive to work. I rarely drive anywhere. I'm down to a tank of gas every six or seven weeks, and at this rate am seriously considering giving up my car altogether.

I have a clothesline now and have basically stopped using my dryer. I can go days and days with no cash in my wallet and not even notice. I water my plants with used kitchen graywater. I have plants--plants that will be food one day.

I take extremely short, frugal showers. It's amazing how perfectly clean a person can get with only two or three gallons of water.

My house is neat and spare all the time. My panic attacks have stopped. My skin is clear, my sinuses are clear, my blood sugar never plummets, the browbeating voices in my head are largely silent, and I spend many more moments per day feeling calm, happy, grounded, centered, and focused than I spend feeling insane.



This weekend I realized that the journey that began with clearing a shelf in my living room has carried me into a whole new country. I barely know who the hell I am anymore.

But whoever I am, I'm in pretty good form, and I kick the ass of who I used to be, six ways to Sunday without breaking a sweat.

So, yay.

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starfishchick
Jun. 16th, 2008 06:49 pm (UTC)
This is wonderful, and so inspiring.

I hope you are proud of all you've done! (And continue to do!)
emeraldsedai
Jun. 16th, 2008 07:41 pm (UTC)
Thanks. Yeah, sometimes I am--then I meet someone who is so much farther along this path, and I realize that it's a long journey.

Of course, "how you get there's the worthier part."

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