JUST THINKING: What was I talking about?

Just Thinking | Julie Stafford

I’ve had to reset my bank password five times in as many months.

The other day I spent a half hour looking for my cell phone, only to discover I’d put it in the silverware drawer along with a spoon I was nesting away.

And this week I actually said to a co-worker, “That’s a fresh of breath air.”

I’m not sure what my problem is, but it seems to be getting worse.

I walk out of my office muttering to myself about something on my way to accomplish an important task, only to get half way there and forget where I was headed.

More often than not, I have days where I mentally count my food intake before going to bed, feeling pretty darn good about myself. Then I wake up at 2 a.m. remembering that trip to the Dairy Barn with coworkers or that “emergency chocolate attack” I satisfied early afternoon and forgot to calculate.

I hit a low point recently when I realized I couldn’t find my bite guard — a very expensive tiny piece of plastic I wear at night to help prevent grinding my teeth. I ranted and raved to whoever would listen that “someone” must have taken it or mistakenly thrown it away, not knowing its value — to both my mouth and wallet. The very next day, while rummaging in a bathroom drawer, I found it. Right where I’d put it in an attempt to clean up my bathroom counter for company.

So now I seem to have stooped to blame to explain it away. If I had to guess, I’d say my issues may be worsening partly because of a nutty schedule. Perhaps it’s because I don’t exercise — which always sharpens my thinking — as much as I used to. Or maybe it’s because I don’t take a multivitamin.

There’s not a lot I can do about the schedule. And as for exercise, I’m working on that one. The multivitamin thing is a little trickier because I don’t swallow horse pills very well and they tend to upset my stomach anyway. Plus I try to get most of my nutritional needs met through food. Recently I read an article about roasting kale so that it becomes crispy like chips. And I’m trying to feed my family as much locally grown produce as I can. Fresh peas grown and sold north of town are the current favorite.

So anyway … wait, now what was I talking about?

Leave a Comment