The past week here in DC has taken about 10 pounds of sweat out of me and forced me to become a Southern debutante, lying in my bed with a paper fan mumbling sentences like, “I do declare, the heat shall rise again!” and “I wish we could have sex, baby, but it’s too hot to touch you.”
Temperatures yesterday reached 98 degrees with a heat index of 104. ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR. That’s ridiculous. I am used to my mild mid-atlantic summers and am shocked that temperatures like this would be allowed.
Thank you, global warming. Hey, all you people who are taking airplanes to jet off to fabulously tropical locations? Stop it. Just stay here. Don’t add more carbon in the atmosphere. Just hang out at your apartment in the sub-tropical heat that has enveloped the DC area. Loll by the banks of the Potomac for that extra special waterfront view.
(Also, I can’t talk. Marques and I are hopefully going on a fabulous day trip this weekend should the weather a) not decide to rain and b) not decide to be 100 degrees.)
Lately, Marques and I have been all about eating healthfully. Things like cucumbers and carrots. Lots of things he previously would not eat. This is good as I am also in the process of trying to lose weight for Lorrie’s wedding as I do not want to be the fattest.bridesmaid.ever. So yeah. Since moving to DC, I’ve lost 25 pounds, which is excellent.
However, I’m assuming all of it is sweat from the past week.
It’s really funny to watch Marques eat vegetables. Sunday night, we were curled up watching the Battlestar Galactica Razor DVD and I said, “ZOMG, baby, I’m hungry, I’m going to eat some cucumbers.” His face fell, possibly because he was expecting popcorn or kettle chips or something. But I brought the ziploc bag back into the bedroom and handed him a cucumber slice.
He turned it around and around in his hands, sniffing it, feeling it like it was some alien lifeform. I’m like, seriously? Just eat it. It will not kill you. He took a cautious bite that was possibly the size of a pea and deemed it “tolerable”.
Since then, I made a chicken stir-fry last night with snap peas, broccoli, and carrots and he ate all of that too. Of course, I had to saute them in garlic and olive oil for extra tastiness, but anything that gets him to eat a vegetable, I’m down.
Baby steps, right? And next, baby corn.
