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Stressorexia

Kittens –

I’m here to bring you new words all the time. A few weeks ago it was choreplay. Today it’s “stressorexia”

Ever heard of it? Probably not. But I’m sure you’ve seen evidence of it around you.

First let me be clear – this is not a problem I have. You can pretty much be sure that on any given day, I’m thinking about my next meal and if it’s contents will include cheese and/or chocolate and/or ice cream, or better yet, all three. A deep thinker, I am not.

And yet, I’m thinking that many of my fellow over-worked, over-tired, stressed out BFFs out there might know a little something or two about stressorexia.

According to our British friends, this is a new form of an eating disorder symptomatic to overworked working moms, though I’d venture to guess plenty of women who also do not have children. These women are running ragged and tend to skip meals because they are too busy trying to get things done at work to move on to the next task – and suddenly they start losing weight and well, we all want to be a MILF, and so it goes.

Here’s the link to England’s Daily Mail:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/health/healthmain.html?in_article_id=511848&in_page_id=1774

So while this might be very much the case for many women – I still take issue with it. As professional working women, especially if you are the mother to a daughter, it is a damn shame to bring negative body language associations and poor eating habits into the house, to only then start your young children off on the path of eating issues. I also wonder if it’s more than just women being over worked – it becomes a martyr issue.
“no one can take care of junior as well as me, no one can clean the house as good as I can, my idiot husband doesn’t get everything right on the grocery store list, so it’s just easier if I do it, none of my colleagues can do this project as well as I can and if I don’t step in and just take over, we’ll screw it up and lose the account all together.”

And then suddenly you are doing everything and well, along the way, your own health and well being falls to the side.

Who knows.

I get it that eating issues are rooted in complicated psychological issues..and though I’d love to pretend I’m an MD, I’m not. But I guess the other side of me sits backs and wonders – why make life so complicated? What’s REALLY going to happen if the house isn’t cleaned to your standard all the time? What’s really the result of the husband forgetting a few items on the grocery list? So, he gets to go back out to the store again. Does it REALLY matter if your co-workers don’t fulfill the task as well as you would? And do they really suck that bad or is there some kind of insecurity buried deep within us?

If you are a KT fan, you know that I am no fan of martyr-hood, especially once children enter the picture, and well, I guess I’m annoyed by this stressorexia article. It’s stupid.

Did I fire anyone up yet?

L’Amour

Ahh kittens…..so much to write about this week….between it being time to celebrate our deep love for our partners on Valentine’s Day and of course, the primaries out here in DC, MD and VA tomorrow. I can barely contain myself, so much excitement.

The thing is, I’ve got to start the week off talking about L’Amour, of course! I mean – when I stumble upon a piece discussing love and age in….France, my rightful homeland, far be it from me to pass that one over.

Indeed. In yesterday’s Post, there was a story on French women – apparently they don’t get fat and they still have a lot of sex as they age, as compared to American women.

C’est vrai. Here’s the link:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/02/08/AR2008020801607.html?hpid=opinionsbox1

What I love about this piece is the following:

1. It’s about French women. I love France. I love Paris. I love all things French. I am a true Franchophile and my child is turning into one as well – she’s only two yet she already says she wants to “go see pretty pictures in woove” (that would be Louvre. My heart swells with pride).

2. It’s about French films respecting women of a certain age for being just that – and not trying to make them appear to be 20. Turns out women in their 50s are given roles for women in their 50s and aren’t airbrushed. I think this is one of the most important points of this piece – it shows a vast cultural distinction between the US and France. Let’s face it – female celebrities who are older than 50 in this country are revered when they don’t look their age. Don’t get me wrong, women like Glenn Close and Meryl Streep are two of my all-time favorites – but are they generally considered sexy? Or given roles that encourage them to play the role of the sexy seductress? A french actress approaching 60 is interviewed and she points out that French cinema is “faithful to its women.” What a refreshing thing to read.

3. Speaking of faithful – that would be the final thing covered in this piece – and another enormous difference between our two cultures. We all know by now that the French aren’t necessarily a faithful bunch in their marriages. Their whole view of marriage and fidelity is very different from ours. Though I’d hate to admit it, perhaps I am too American in this regard – but I just don’t know how you work through a marriage when you both are unfaithful. I don’t know how jealousy and anger and distrust don’t end up ripping it apart.  That said, the French are quite open about their marriages and affairs and it seems that older women in France are less discerning than older women in America – and are quite happy to take up an affair with married men, younger men, maybe not even the most attractive of man. Seems they enjoy having sex and they keep at it into their 70s.

So the question is this – in this week of love – should we just move to France? We can eat all the cheese and baguettes to our hearts content, walk all over Paris, receive a very generous maternity leave including cleaning ladies sent to our home by the French government, and then we will be considered very beautiful still into our twilight years as we have lots of sex.

See how I keep things simple here on KT? 

Vive  la France!  

Dessert is good for your soul

Although summer doesn’t officially start until next week, I think it’s been hot enough for us to consider it officially summer. And, with the change of seasons, always comes a wonderful array of seasonal fruits with which we can delight in eating all summer long.
Peaches, plums, watermelon. And let’s not forget an old favorite, corn.

Watching our little toddler gnaw on an entire ear of corn last night was pretty precious.

But see, it’s not really corn and fruit that I want to talk about today. It’s dessert.

Why? You ask.

Well, last week, when I wasn’t caught up in the details of a BFF’s pending labor and another BFF’s new baby at home, I noticed that there were lots of emails flying back and forth about, well, cake. Amongst different groups of friends, making it all the more fascinating to me.

And no, not “oh, let’s make new mommy a cake and bring it to her in honor of her new baby.” We’re not that generous, or, frankly, that organized.

Just generally emails about cake. And stuffing our faces with it.

And just a week ago, I got caught up in a contentious discussion with my sister over the pros and cons of cake v. pie.

See, the thing is, with the exception of angel food cake with homemade strawberry icing, I could go the rest of my life without cake. My older sister, in particular, was outraged at such a notion and scoffed at pie.  How dare she turn her nose up at a warm cherry pie?

Now – I do love the jelly roll my mom makes around July 4th because well, who doesn’t like cake rolled in heavy whipping cream with blueberries and strawberries mixed in? I can get on board with being patriotic when it comes to themed desserts. The jelly roll is a lovely presentation and while bad for your arteries, it’s good for your soul.

And that’s really what today’s entry is about. Dessert is good for your soul. And your body. If you’re a KT reader, then you are as thin and rich and beautiful and powerful as you want to be – therefore, you need not skimp on dessert.

But see, I’d much rather have pie.

Give me a piece of warm home made rhubarb strawberry pie any day – and man, I am happy.

How about some peach pie with a little ice cream on top?

Mmm mmmm mmmm…now you’re talking.

 I mean, who doesn’t come home from a few hours on the beach and want to stuff their face with some pie?

So what does it say about you if you are a pie lover or a cake lover?

Are you sweet but still a little tart if a pie lover?

Are you a little dry but still sweet if a cake lover?

(This has the potential to turn into a pornographic entry. Don’t think this is lost on me.)

And what if you are an equal opportunity dessert lover? You’ll take it all? You’re like the Italian of the bunch, you’re all for love. Never a hater? Or are you basically like a hooker? You’ll take anything, so long as someone else is paying. Ha.

I, for one, stand for pie. I will look forward to eating as much of my mom’s home made pies as she’ll make when I’m around this summer. I don’t discriminate. Blueberry, rhubarb, peach, apple, whatever floats your boat, I’m all for it. But my sister was left wondering, is it just the sweetened fruit that I love, or do I really love pie crust? Afterall, who am I to turn away a piece of quiche?

If I’ve succeeded in making you hungry and got you to thinking about what you will have for dessert tonight, then my work here is done.

Genie, is that you?

Loyal Kitty-Time readers will recall my rantings from the other day about lazy husbands who sleep through nuclear explosions and screaming babies.

Well, this morning, KT woke up for the SECOND morning in a row, blissfully unaware of the sounds of her darling daughter, only to find her darling husband half-way to the baby’s room to retrieve her from the crib.

And yours truly didn’t hear a peep!!

Could it be, KT is left wondering?

Is this blog like my magic lamp? I’ve rubbed the lamp and my first wish has come true? My husband is hearing the baby and handling the situation, while I sleep blissfully away?

Is it opposite day?

Should I be posting about my other two wishes?

Is this a magical Internet genie that hears our cries and responds?

Seriously, who the hell knows, but I’m loving it!