July 10, 2013
Well, I started a novel. It’s not the first I’ve started (have two others in the works), but this one grew some legs and now I’m wanting to run with it. Out of the blue, the characters came to life in my brain and I’m having a blast giving them life on the page. None of my characters have allergies, so it’s definitely a work of fiction. Hardy har har.
Speaking of allergies, mine have been largely under control thanks to the GAPS program, which aims to heal the gut, and strict adherence to my list of non-problematic foods. Eating right really does the body good (although I must admit, I’m getting pretty darn tired of chicken and beef stock, and my regular add-in: broccoli, cauliflower, chicken and avocado chunks). In all honesty, I’d about kill for a slice of pizza. Not going to even consider it, though. Feeling like a normal human being is way better than a greasy, cheesy pie. I’ll now go curl up in a corner and recite that 100 times. Ha!
