And to commemorate, here are a few things that are a dozen. First off I just want to ask a little question, how comes a baker’s dozen is 13?
“A baker’s dozen” assures the baker isn’t cheating anyone. The appearance of propriety is kept by the baker throwing in an additional to bring the dozen to thirteen. Historically a baker would have to pay a fine or according to my research, pay some other severe consequences for cheating people such as getting an earlobe nailed to a post. Sorry bout that but history is brutal. I am pretty sure that if they’d teach those interesting tidbits in high school kids those sometimes unreachable teens might just pay attention.
There’s a bakery near me always throws in a couple donut holes with the bag of donuts. (Of course I’m not eating any presently.)
A dozen things that are a dozen, or twelve
Pack of hot dogs
Hours in half a day
Months in a year
Inches in a foot
School grades 1-12
Tribes of Israel
Days of Christmas,
Counting, Not by Tens
Primitive counting by duodecim
Not by the neat metric base of ten
Gives us a dozen right out of the oven
Cookies and cupcakes and muffins in tins
And when months of the year and hours of the day
Look to the moon and the sun to arrange
And the length of the foot times three is the length
From the right shoulder to the left finger, a yard, three feet,
Wonder where the dozens come from
That gets moons and planets and measurements going,
Above photo: my every morning: oats and coffee, a little listening, studying, planning, and a lot of writing On DAY 11 OF 210 OF NO SWEETS, YAY! It’s getting so much easier too. Right now I’ve been taking a little break from painting because the poetry and other creative writing endeavors have taken top place in my creativity.
Here’s my poem and below the poem is a number line showing my sweet progress.
A dust devil destroys stacks
Of carefully raked leaves,
A Skittering dustup which the wind wins.
But one bright leaf, whisked up by a kid,
Mesmerized by the skirmish,
Having kicked a rock as far as he could,
But finally losing it,
Crams the new find deep in his pocket
And later tries to pull it out
A crumbling faded memory
Better to savor but not to save,
To leave it where it lay
210 DAYS NUMBERLINE – The progress looks so tiny below, bottom left in pink. But it serves to remind that this experiment has an end. Join me in the journey, never too late to jump on!
Usually, well 10 days ago and further back… I combated afternoon sleepiness with eating sweets. Was I doing anyone a favor by doing this? It was like a drug … I was popping candy pills and living crash to crash on a sugar trip.
And, that was (sort of) effective. It allowed me, along with caffeine, past the sluggish 3:00 pm. But after time I needed more and more sweets to fill the need. I knew though that I needed to do something about it. And, the problem was greater than body fat. But, right now I’m going through withdrawal and currently am having…
The first few days off sweets I felt more energy. Now on day 9 I have been experiencing more fatigue than ever . I think my body must be trying anything it can to get me back on sweets. In fact, I have heard tell that it is your own body
which live on sugar are the ones doing the craving! Sorry but it’s true!
Funny considering that for a moment as I call a body meeting where brain and spirit take the head of the table, take charge of this body and Say NO!!! to the bacteria. That should be easy to do except when the bacteria clobber you with fatigue.
Some people ask … No, I didn’t go hog wild and do completely no carbs. I do eat a little bread and pasta. I might decide to cut those out except for whole grain in this little 210 day sugar free experiment.
I’ve been drinking afternoon coffee or tea but that doesn’t seem to lift the fatigue but it does give me something to do and it is momentarily soothing.
I was so fatigued by 9:15 pm that I couldn’t concentrate to write. I fell asleep while looking up fatigue definitions vs fatigues for my poem today.. Funny thing was my brain was just fine, wanting to create poetry but my hand/eye coordination wasn’t doing too well. Anyhow, I thought, maybe I ought to sleep. Duh, right?
That worked. I woke up early and refreshed with new calm and collected enthusiasm. (Yesterday’s poem)
Fatigare, To work, To tire out, a Latin word
Brings us fatigue, tired out from work
Either mental or physical
Some have it chronic
Caused by so many different things
They slog to different doctors hoping for a cure
A different use but meaning same is fatigues in the military
My dad, military, used to wear dress whites once in awhile
But most times he told mom he needed to wear his fatigues which meant hard work
I never new the difference as a kid but I remember
A Joke, a Riddle, and a Poem – day 8 of 210 no sweets
You might say that I’m writing my way out of eating sweets… Instead of munching, I’m punching… the keyboard.
My children have all told me this clever joke. I must pass it along here. It’s clean and clever, and so appropriate for day 8 of 210 no sweets. Of course, kids hear a joke for the first time and figure mom or dad don’t know it. Sorry to my third child who with all the shiniest best of her first grade self asked me…
“Why is six afraid of seven?
And I forgot all parental protocol and answered…
“Because seven eight nine.”
Even though I knew the answer I could have pretended not to. I could have allowed her the pleasure. We could have both been happy then. And why did I follow with “You are my third child, you know,” with a wink that was all about me. We moms must forgive ourselves. Stop the mom guilt! (Please don’t get me wrong: all’s fair in… teens or adults to answer right off)
A little about my youngest daughter: she has baby status, yet first child status, and oldest child status. How can that be?
Ok, here’s the answer to the riddle: She is the third and last child of mine and the only child of her father’s and the other two are my children from a previous marriage and there are a dozen years between. I know, who wants to do all that math? I’m sure all of you got that riddle first off anyhow.
Now that I am an older and wiser mother, I can’t help but raise her differently. First, we are doing homeschool high school. And, she 11th grade has a year and a half to go. Second, until a month ago we were caregiving her father with advanced dementia at our home, and third, her brother and sister left home when she was about eight.
Before I wrote this poem today I had looked up the word enthuse “to cause to become enthusiastic”. As I was thinking about that… is it possible to have contagious enthusiasm – an enthusiastic crowd, for example.
Then I was considering how I’ve maybe heard the term used more often in the negative as in “over-enthusiastic”.
And, what must happen to cause a person to be enthused in the first place is something within themselves if it is actual enthusiasm, because people can seem enthusiastic but it wanes with mood. I think we see it in American politics, but even more so in a basketball game.
Actual enthusiasm is a thing to hold on to but it is a really difficult thing to transfer, because what gets transferred is a feeling, a mood. And as I show in my poem, over-enthusiastic people can be killers of enthusiasm, really, though they don’t even know they are doing it. The worst possible dose of other people’s enthusiasm is if someone is enthusiastic FOR another to do something and keep reminding them of it and “encouraging” them. Anyhow, for me that’s the way it is…
No sweets for a week! Not as easy at it might seem!
I had a more difficult day with temptation for eating sweets.
I’m not sure why. But, I think it was because I was feeling tired towards the afternoon. That bowl of candy sits there… because it is part of my experiment, to see if it is possible to have such accessible candy and still stay sugar free. It was only twice I felt like eating it. The first time was more difficult. Talked myself out of it, the end reward, greater than the temporary. And, the second time was a fleeting thought that fleeted, quickly fizzled.
LEARNING POETRY AT TOO YOUNG AN AGE
Now, I bring you Ode to an Ode which I write in sorrow for not having paid more attention in my life to academics. True, I have a bachelor’s degree in liberal arts. But, do you know I just did it to get it done. Truly, I wasn’t interested. Or, I was interested only briefly in snippets of time where I cared about the subject, where somehow a combination of my mind/heart was engaged – I will never forget learning in Western Civilizations about the cradle of civilization being in between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. I remember that because the professor came in and drew it on the blackboard every lecture and then he clanked that chalk down into the curve of the dusty metal below, every single class, before he began his lecture where he used slides on an overhead projector. Me, the visual learner, was stimulated by that. I also remember instruction in creative and expository writing class but that was because I was able to get it. Didn’t mean to get so far into the weeds on my college education but I have to say one more thing…
A TINY MENTION OF MY COLLEGE CAREER
It was back in the day where you go sign up for your classes standing in long lines set up in a gym or student center. I had been in line for a class but it was all filled by the time it was my turn in line. So, I had to find another class that would fill that credit. By then there was only The History of Rock and Roll. I remember the guy there telling me that I could always drop the class and sit in on the one I wanted and try to add it. That seemed crazy to me. Now, some of you might think that a class on rock and roll would be an easy blow-off class. But, like classes you might think are easy and fun, this professor made it the most difficult class ever. He lectured, never about what was on the final exam, and left us to study the material and answer multiple choice questions about the nuances of rock and roll and its effect on our world.
Here I am… back on track… As the below poem alludes, I never could figure out poetry and of course evidently couldn’t figure out rock and roll – beyond the beat – at those young ages.
But, all in all, I wish I had paid better attention in school and not been as concerned with my hair or whatever boy I was excited about passing me a note… I might have actually enjoyed poetry, odes and all things learning.
..In a relationship, where it gets comfortable, seen in the stoppage of flowers and deep conversation
..On a skateboard, with one foot on the board and with the other you’ve pushed off to get a good speed
..In school, after working hard at the beginning and getting excellent grades and then you for some crazy reason deciding to pull back effort
So when I say I’m coasting it means I know full well I had better watch out. Right now it is easy but after it gets less exciting, mundane, difficult, then I will have to climb the mountain (see poem below).
Here is a little secret… For 2 years…From 10/4/2006 to 10/4/2008 I did not eat sweets… for anyone who thinks I can’t do it…!
BUT ended up that I was coasting..
Until one day I was telling someone about how I don’t eat sweets and had not for two years and I was embarrassed that I was so proud of myself and also maybe I was a little bored of doing it and talking about it.
So this time I decided to give it an appropriate window of time which I want to call:
THE SEASON OF SWEETING
which begins at Halloween and ends at Easter.
Because it’s a challenge it makes not eating the sweets a game instead of giving something up. Does that make sense? It’s a game where I get to win:
a thinner body – I know I will lose weight and I did pack on more than a few
a stronger will – That will muscle is getting exercised and boy was it flabby!
a clearer mind – I’m thinking more clearly and excitedly than ever.
a quieter spirit – Can I just say it? JOY! There’s a song my daughter turned me on to and I’m sorry I don’t remember who sings it – but when I first heard it “I choose Joy” I about came out of my skin. Cool song, really!
Ok, so I got to write a poem now that I’m all excited about the no sweets.
a Thank You to Morning Star Memory Care in Fredericksburg, Texas
Before I go on an oatmeal ode, let me first say…
Visiting my Husband at his Memory Care
goes better with Coloring Books…
I think part of my ability to go off sweets is that I am not under the continual distress of being a constant caregiver. The memory care, Morning Star Memory Care, is now my husband’s caregiver. I visit him as often as I can. Today I took along some markers and an adult Christmas coloring book I found at the dollar store. We three, me, my husband, and our sixteen year old daughter, sat and colored and then read the book. It was a shortened story of Ebenezer Scrooge. After we colored a little while we had fun doing the voice drama. He just loved it. We invited a new resident who was wandering around looking for her husband, to join us in the coloring. She talked to us like she knew us and then asked if we all wanted to walk around outside with her. So we enjoyed the beautiful Fall Fredericksburg day in the lovely back yard of the memory care. Peaceful that whole place is, inside and out. I highly suggest anyone who is going to visit a person in a nursing home or assisted living to bring some kind of thing to look at together. If they can’t color, then pictures and a story are nice to share.
So thanks to Morning Star Memory Care!
A sweet place … isn’t that a cheap yet sweet segue into my …
It’s true, Sweets are Addictive, and I’m an Addict!
Now, on to how I’m doing giving up sweets. Have you heard that it has been discovered that the link in the brain to sweets – and therefore a sweet addiction – is the same place in the brain as an addiction to cocaine. I can believe that. I went to bed last night with heart palpitations. I believe it was my body reacting possibly to the few days thus far of not eating anything sweet! If there was a place to go “dry out” from sweets, I’d go there. I can picture it by a white sandy beach…. AHHH!
WHY DOES OATMEAL HELP?
Oatmeal with nuts and fruit and cinnamon fills me up for breakfast and it is naturally sweet. It’s full of protein and “sticks to the ribs” well. I think it evens out my blood sugar… but I’m no expert, just a practicing artist.
An important part of my giving up sweets is eating my morning bowl of oats. I get the Quaker Oats original oatmeal, not steel cut, not quick cooking. The oats cook in the microwave in 4 minutes anyhow. I put that in and then put the coffee on so they are done about the same time. And, I don’t add any sugar or sugar substitutes, of course.
Snacking today: Same as yesterday, I ate a handful of salty nuts and prunes. It was helpful to keep from eating the sweets. I don’t think I mentioned before but I left the bowl of trick o treater candy by the front door right where it was on the fateful night of my “before binge” as an experiment. So far I haven’t wanted it.
Important note to reader:
(My Ode to Oats is below, but let me preface it by saying: CHOCOLATE CAKE… THE ULTIMATE, HANDS DOWN, SWEET THING I LOVE WHEN I’M NOT RAVENOUS FOR SWEETS. WHEN MY SWEET TOOTH IS CHILLED OUT AND I’M WANTING, NOT CRAVING, I GO FOR GOOD CHOCOLATE CAKE.)
What happened to me in previous occasions I have given up sweets is if I ever end up wanting something it would not be junky candy which is why having a bowl of it still isn’t at all causing me trouble but if I ever do want something it would be higher up like a slice of perfect homemade chocolate cake, not store bought, not box, not even Texas sheet cake, but the kind made by the lady who brought it to Baptist church potluck when I was eight years old, moist, with fudge icing with just the right amount of chew. It was The Lord’s Work she did, that delicious cake maker lady. In April after my 210 days are up, I am going to try to recreate that cake in my kitchen. By that time I will probably only desire a tiny slice. Right now because I have lost the ravenous crazy, I can wait ’til April. Hopefully…
So, I know you’ve been waiting for it… so here’s my Ode. I wanted to do the ode because that way I can talk to an inanimate object that I really like and people won’t think I’m nuts. I think. Oh, and when I make that chocolate cake in April I will write an ode to it. That, I will put on my calendar so so as to not forget.
ODE on Oats
By your natural tendency,
And spiked by added raisins,
You soothe me in the morning
You’re exactly what I’m cravin’
When’d it start, this love of oats,
Not omelets, burritos or cinnamon rolls,
‘Twas what my mom cooked on a cold winter morn
When we’d all whine, “Not again!”
Now how’d it happen, a little older,
Eating breakfast much more sober,
You humbly greet me at my table
Cinnamon topped, fully able
Your gentle steam and quiet content
Your pleasing ways are solid, endure
And I’ve learned not love another
Your pleasure, sweet and somehow pure
Slow but sure,
You stay all morn
All the way to lunch or after
Keeping me from eating sweets
~ Julie Robinson
Want to join me on this quest, want to cheer me on my way, like me, leave comments, tell me what you have to say! If you aren’t a sweet junkie, what sweet do you enjoy in that more rational way? If you are but want to give up the junk, then join me! I’m only day 4 and not eating sweets til after Easter. Already I feel more clear headed, and got a better spring in my step.