Tropics of Maritimes

Every time I look at the forecast for tomorrow (Saturday), it seems to get more incredible. The expected high is now a remarkable 34C (93F). That’s warmer than Florida! But there’s a glitch:

A mix of sun and cloud in the afternoon and evening with 30 percent chance of showers in the afternoon and evening. Risk of a thundershower. Fog patches along the coast. Wind becoming southwest 20 km/h in the afternoon. High 34 except 20 along the Atlantic coast.

Remember I told how a southwest wind is not a good thing in these parts? It might end up being 34 in the city itself but nippier than 20 at the beach. That’s just insane!

Though Not a Gambling Kind of Guy…

Sometimes you just have to go with your intuition, or follow your cravings, even if you think you’ll regret your decision later.


Gamble I: Blasting Off!
I love Raisin Bran ™. Always have. But I haven’t eaten the stuff in years because …well, you know why most people eat bran or, should I say, what effect they hope to achieve by eating bran, right? Well, let’s just say that bran works too well for me. Explosively well, in fact.
     As I was nodding off for my last two sleeps, I simply couldn’t get Raisin Bran off my mind. My whole body seemed to be craving it! And I believe that sometimes your body actually does call out for something it needs. For instance, I’m convinced I crave bananas when I need potassium, though I don’t make that connection when the craving is happening. It’s not like I say to myself, “Hummm! I’m cravin’ me some yummy potassium!” The craving just happens. So obviously I’m craving something in bran cereal these days.
     So what the heck! I got myself some Raisin Bran this evening, and less than three hours after I ate a huge, generous bowl of the stuff, the grumbling in my lower stomach began, as well as the farting, of course. I expect …you know… *BOOM* …real soon. So I wonder if my body was telling me that it’s craving a natural laxative, that it needs to expel some stuff. How weird is that?! It’s not like I …err …you know, I think I’m going to stop now. I can’t believe that, like the delightful Mac, I’m blogging about fecal matter today.


Gamble II: Patching Out!
I haven’t blogged much lately about how my smoking cessation program is going. And the reason for that is that there isn’t a program anymore.
     Now hold on! I did not just say that I quit quitting. What’s happening right now is a bit more odd than that.
     I switched down to Step 2 last week, as scheduled. But as some of you remarked, I was still smoking 3 cigs or so per day while on the patch. I skipped my patch on the Saturday before the step down (no point explaining why) and I didn’t go crazy. So, since last Saturday, I thought I’d try not wearing the patch anymore. And I’m still only smoking 3 cigs or so per day. This was Day 6 of No Patch …heading into Day 7.
     Now know that I recognize this is still short of my goal. But I’m comfortable with this for now. The stale smoke smell is gone from my apartment and my clothes, my smoker’s hack is gone and my breathing is so much clearer, and I love the extra cash I suddenly have! Finally getting rid of the 3 cigs or so per day might be tougher than the 25-30 or so per day I’ve eliminated, for I’ve kept those I really enjoy. But you know what? Right now, all I feel prepared to deal with is not lapsing back to anywhere near where I was before May 3, 2005. In other words, I don’t feel I can cope with anything more right now. Mind you, I do feel much more in control than I did before May, and I think that lack of control — perhaps more than the definite health issues — is ultimately what inspired me to try quitting.


Gamble III: Switching Time
Summer has finally arrived and it’s suppose to be a humid 30C around Halifax on Saturday, so that’s a call for the beach for me. The trouble is that my internal clock is completely fucked. It’s as though my body refuses to fall asleep for its “night” before 5:30 am — usually even later. However, I usually sleep until 2:00 pm, which is good because I’m obviously getting all the rest I need (as the virtual disappearance of the nasty bags under my eyes can testify). The problem is that I’m not resting when I should be.
     Yesterday evening around 8:00, I decided to force my internal clock to switch. Fast. So I had a nap for about an hour and a half, got up, and I’m not going to go to bed until sundown today. So if I stick to the plan, I’ll wake up at a decent hour Saturday morning and go to the beach.
     The thing is, I know I’m nocturnal by nature; I’ll never be one to get up at 6:00 every morning and be happy about it. Never! But if I could eventually not sleep through all my mornings, especially during the summer, that’d be a nice change.


Except for the Raisin Bran, I see these gambles as fitting into something bigger in my life right now — an overall feeling I haven’t been able to express, especially at aMMusing. One of these days I’ll figure an easy way of getting a password to those of you with whom I don’t mind sharing those thoughts so that I can password-protect those blog entries.