So I’ve started watching Friday Night Lights on Netflix and I really love it. Every episode has my emotions being pulled in different directions. I find myself tearing up at Jason’s every triumph or hoping Tyra gets into college or wishing Tami was my guidance counselor or rooting for Coach Taylor to win on the field and at life. I love how real the characters are with all their faults and redeeming qualities, their proud moments and the moments that make you want to cringe and yell out at them, “Seriously, why are you doing that?!” And Tim Riggins? Now that’s a good-looking guy.
I’ve been reading Salt Sugar Fat: How the Food Giants Hooked Us, which is such an eye-opener of a book. I’m in about three chapters deep, but I’m going to go ahead and recommend it anyway. If you’re curious about what is in processed food and the ways companies get you to eat what they want you to eat, then you should pick this one up. I feel it’s neccesary to note that this isn’t a diet book or a guide to good health. It’s investigative journalism into the food industry and it is fascinating.
As a birthday gift to eachother, Bob and I have decided to go half on a new camera. It’s smaller and more compact than the SLR I have now but doesn’t sacrifice on picture quality. Although I’ll still use my old Nikon D3000, I’m looking forward to carrying around something lighter and less bulky. Happy birthday to us!
I stopped running. The first run was invigorating. The second was okay. The third was pure torture. There wasn’t a fourth.