Wednesday, October 6, 2010

They're Getting to Me...

Today must start with a confession: The "Palmer People" are getting to me. I'm not referring to the Palmer students who go out partying. These people are everywhere and their lifestyle does not hold any fascination for me. I'm referring to another type of Palmer student. I'm talking about the vegans, the vegetarians and the people who make their own vanilla extract out of vanilla bean and vodka.

When we first moved to the Quad Cities, I was amused by the large group of people who spent hours discussing their latest work out routines and the evils of medicine and processed food. Then, after half a year, my amusement grew an edge of irritation. I'm going to make a cheesecake. I'm going to make it with NON organic dairy. And you know what???? I'm not making it with skim products. Shoot- because you commented on how fattening it was, I'm going to make it with Vitamin D products- and will probably throw in an extra cup of sugar just so you can really gripe about how awful I am. And then I'm covering it with chocolate sauce and real whipped cream. Boo yah.

But today, I bought agave nectar. Because someone at Palmer told me it was better. And I get excited when I'm at the store and see organic products- though I'm not willing to shell out $3.50 for the organic eggs when I see the "unhealthy" dozen two shelves down for $1.70. And Josh is trying not to cry every night he comes to the table for dinner and we have another meatless meal. Not that we're becoming vegetarians. In fact, the other morning our breakfast at IHOP included ham, sausage, and bacon... And I stole some of Josh's after I ate my own. But slowly, we are changing.

I buy the whole wheat unsweetened cereals off of Walmart's top shelves- you know, the cereals old people buy to keep them regular? I get pumped even thinking about going to our local health food store- you know that smell when you walk in? The one that health food stores have? We use the salad plates as our dinner plates now. I feel slightly guilty when I pour creamer into my coffee (not guilty enough to stop.) The point is, Palmer is making it's mark on me. And perhaps with time, when new Palmer students move to town, they will look at me with amusement.

For the record- my holdout... They still haven't made me exercise. I mean, I probably will at some point. But it will be when I want to- when I decide I'm good and ready. And I will probably do that whenever Palmer tells me to...