With my wife being gone so much for military duty, I’ve been thinking a lot about the ways I take care of myself when she’s gone. When she’s here, of course, things are different: we can rely on each other, we are accountable to one another, and we set our scheduled in tandem. But when she’s gone, it’s a whole other story, for her and for me.
I have tended towards two possible directions: the first is to take good care of myself, exercising, seeing friends, working hard, and eating well; the second is to have a few days of wallowing, to order pizza, binge-watch TV shows on Netflix, and generally act like a teenager whose parents have gone away on vacation, left her $50, and asked her to remember to take the dog for walks.
And the conclusion that I’ve come to is that both directions are valid. And really, it will always be a toss-up, not just from one period of time to another, but from one day to the next, which will prevail.
This week’s Slow Sunday Jam encompasses both of these directions, putting health, work, entertainment, and food all right next to each other, showing that both approaches to living solo are ultimately just fine.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
- The Splendid Table covered a photographer who likes to take photos of the insides of people’s fridges. We do something similar on Food Riot, where we analyze the contents of our fridges and what they might say about us. But since this is an outsider’s perspective, it’s interesting to see what conclusions he draws about his subjects based on what’s inside their refrigerators.
- Often, when Amanda is gone, I binge-watch TV shows on Netflix. It becomes a carrot after a day of work, or sometimes, it becomes the replacement for social interaction and writing. Whatever. But The Atlantic posed the question of when, exactly, watching TV shows becomes binge-watching. Conclusion? I’m totally binge-watching. But sometimes not as badly as I could be because I stick with half-hour comedies. Like a boss.
- My friend Natalie polled a group of writers to find out what they would prefer their warm-up song to be before giving a reading of their work. The results are lovely, and I’m still pondering what mine would be. Perhaps “I Feel Lucky” by Mary Chapin Carpenter. Or “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga. Or “I Like Pie, I Like Cake.” It’s just a tough call.
- Remember all those “x-number of books you need to read before _____ happens to you” lists that surfaced around New Years? At The Millions, they did a new take: just 28 types of books you need to read. You know, if you want to.
- So, for years, I could not start my day without a glass of orange juice. I love, love, love, love, loved it. I didn’t need coffee, just bright, tangy OJ. I was like, fruit = healthy = awesome. But as I got older and was like, eesh, calories, sugar, blah, I gave it up. And I’m not the only one. Orange juice sales are super low. And as it turns out, orange juice doesn’t seem to be all that healthy for you, despite its status as the perceived cornerstone of a balanced breakfast.
Speaking of a yummy breakfast – I shared a super delicious, somewhat healthy steel-cut oatmeal recipe this week. It’s Sunday morning; go make something good happen in your kitchen.