1/2 Way Through

I'm half way through Good to a Fault by Alberta author Marina Endicott. The story is about a single woman in her 40's who is driving and hits a van with a family inside. As the story unfolds, the reader learns that the family lives in the van and was travelling to Fort McMurray to re-locate and find work.
The main character, Clara, takes in the family as the mother goes into the hospital, later diagnosed with cancer, and the father skips town. She tries to take care of the children, their grandmother, and the mother in the hospital, slowly dying. Dealing with guilt is a major theme of this book. How far is going too far? It reminds me of Will Smith's movie, Seven Pounds. If you haven't seen it, you should.
Good to a Fault is a book club read and so far people are loving it. I'm about half way through right now, and left wondering what is happening between Clara and her Priest, as well as with Uncle Darwin.
I'll let you know . . .

Indulgence on two levels

So, I went to see Eclipse tonight with some friends from book club. We never read the Twilight series for book club (we have standards) but most of us read it on our own. As I was indulging in the meaty flesh of Taylor Lautner on screen, I had to indulge in some movie popcorn. I know - so not vegan. But sometimes you have to go bad to know what's good.

This is a pic of my breakfast. It's 8 grain organic cereal with strawberry soy yogurt. OJ and banana make it complete.

Tomorrow I am going to a Turkish restaurant for supper. I wonder what I will find there!

Emotionally Unstable

Every Wednesday in the summer, the church (http://www.stalbertunited.ca/) I belong to hosts Sundaes on Wednesdays (get it?) where we have a bit of a spiritual gathering and then enjoy ice cream sundaes afterwords. It changes every week. Usually we learn something new about another faith expression. (I skip the ice cream as I'm going vegan now.) This evening, an Anglican minister who is Cree came to do an Aboriginal smudge and prayer circle. At one point he sent a bowl of water around to say a prayer into. First of all, it started with the lady beside me so I was next, which I wasn't prepared for! Then, I said two names of family members who are sick in the hospital, one being my grandfather who was recently diagnosed with lung cancer, dying, and not taking any treatment.

I immediately burst into tears and cried for the rest of the night. At one point, the minister doing the ceremony came over to me and did a special blessing and hugged me because I kept crying. Then afterwards, when it was all over, I tried to escape to the bathroom, but people kept coming up to me and asking me what was wrong - which enhanced the crying.

I bet part of the reason is this going vegan thing is taking a toll on my system. My body is going through detox right now of built up sugars and "nasty foods" in my body. I am feeling hungrier today than I have been in the last few days, but not giving in to temptation. (Although the soy peanut butter chocolate non- dairy ice cream I bought the other day and tried last night was DISGUSTING. I'm basically going to have to throw out $8 worth of fake ice cream)I might have a bit of something tonight that will help my sweet tooth. I haven't made it out again to a grocery store to buy some vegan friendly chocolate.

Comforting myself with food? Shocking.