Boob tube

Folded laundry this afternoon...which is almost always accompanied by watching something on tv.  I caught last week's episode of Louie, which was pretty darn brilliant and funny, as usual.  Sag then joined me for The Big Year which I found on HBO On Demand.

It was therapeutic to laugh to Louie and watch a feel good movie with my boy.  I am also grateful to Cap who went foraging for food and brought me home a particularly tasty bag of roast beef.  I was tempted to have some farmer's market cheese with the roast beef, but for now, I'm going to wait till I am done with my 30 days!

It has occurred to me that yesterday I had dairy (sample of cheese at farmer's market), vegetable and/or legume oil (the sweet potato fries) and sugar (a few squares of dark chocolate).  So although I had honed in on the oil as the likely trigger for my various reactions last night and into this morning, the truth is that I can't untangle the three.

This motivates me to stay as "clean" as can be the next few days and then, as the book suggests, reintroduce foods one at a time to observe changes.

Back to the boob tube: the summer shows are starting to heat up.  Breaking Bad returns tonight, Project Runway later this week...Falling Skies is my frothy summer fun show...True Blood, Burn Notice, The Closer's final batch of episodes...the aforementioned Louie...  I'm thinking of checking out a new show premiering tonight, Political Animals.

It's feast or famine.



P.S. My book brain has been reactivated, too: I'm itching to start Freedom (I loved The Corrections).