Oil pulling while in massage chair while typing stuff.

Yeah. You heard me right.

What?

Oil Pulling. In a massage chair. While typing stuff.

Man. My back is feeling a good ouch after my rolfing. It feels alive. My hip too. I only wish I could feel my foobie, but - you can't have it all.

Had a nice weekend - lunch with a friend (Hi!!!) turned into a *bad food* experience - meaning good. Eggs florentine. They called it something else. Perhaps in some language it means "Eggs florentine with a side of heart attack". It was delish. Nice to connect with friends. He walked me to the farmers market so I could purchase my weekly quota of fuji apples. We talked and talked, something I guess we're both good at. Mostly about music and cancer. But really, what else is there? Lots? Oh, right. Like breakfast that has enough calories to feed a family of 8. Ate. Hah. Yeah, I know. Don't give up my night job. 

Sunday, hubs had a BBQ gig. So I ate more. Before that, I was starving - not sure why (my guesses: hormones on stupid tamoxifen, the weather being way too brisk for August and my body thinks I need to fatten up for the winter, or just gluttony). In my travels the day before, I purchased a bag of black bean chips. Not a huge one. But not a one serving, either. Note to self: Never, ever buy these again.  No, I don't have gasseous issues with beans. I simply could not stop eating them. We don't buy much snack food anymore, and now I remember why. I'll chalk that up to "Oops".

So here I am, oil pulling again for the second time in a couple of months. I meant to do it - every day... and I finally realized today that I could do it while on the massage chair - captive audience pulling coconut oil through my teeth. Methinks I'm onto something.  Check back to see if I can actually continue this bizarre practice.  One good thing is that I'm neurotic about my teeth. So perhaps if I can get this whole thing rolling and getting used to it as part of my new normal, I'll be suckin' coconut oil through my teeth for many years to come.