Goodbye Splenda, it was sweet… sorta
My friend Meaghan is a go-to on all obscure healthy living gotta-knows. She’d been telling me about Splenda’s dark side for years and I was too dense and latte’d up to let the warnings sink in. Fast forward to this week, and really the past year or so, of pseudo-arthritic pain that neither exercise nor chiropractic hands (uh, yeah — I know) can give the boot to. I made honest attempts at both treatment options but to no avail. I also probably dashed a bit more Splenda into my coffee on the really painful days (the twisted equivalent of bringing a sick friend chicken noodle). I thought I was comforting myself.
Now, neck pain has creeped its way into my wrists and ankles. At first I thought, RESTLESS LEGS! Of course it was RLS, that’s why I jump out of bed 2-3 times a night! I used to say carpal tunnel, but only to justify an off day online. After poking around yesterday (keywords: sore wrists and ankles) I found a forum on Splenda side effects that made me sour toward the idea of ever touching those little yellow packets of chlorinated sucralose.
So, adieu and adios swimming pool sweetener. I think I’ll give natural sugar a try, or begin looking into Truvia a bit more. My editor friends will understand how silly I feel for skipping past the trusty fact checker search term combo of KEYWORD + DANGER. Perhaps if I had done that a year ago I would have saved myself the aches.
No time like the present!
I am pretty sure I am getting a wristwatch for Christmas. This is a GOOD thing, one because I don’t own one, and two, I am always running late. Both suggest a new level of maturity on my part because lateness is just plain rude. I’ve been on the waiting end way too often to argue any differently. I set my clocks ahead in the best and most honest attempt to be timely.
When I told my friend Meaghan about my TK watch today she said something insightful that got me to thinking about what impressions gifts can make. “That’s a man’s gift,” she said, in our gchat. I wondered about presents taking on gender roles. For instance, can you send guys flowers, and do they expect Valentine’s day gifts? I always rely on my own creativity to make my gifts memorable and can see how that could lead to them seeming, well, feminine. When my mother gave me luggage last year I was excited, until it dawned on me that maybe she was tempting me to get a move on. Luggage though is not girly unless it is blatent (read: pink or animal print).
So what makes a good gift? That’s what everyone’s thinking about these days. I have never relied on price, except to budget myself. I don’t think hefty price tags trump thoughtfulness. Last year I gave my boyfriend an engraved trophy. It spoke to my exact sentiments but it would never make Amazon’s most wished for lists.3 more present-perfect pointers from around the web:
- Summon Nancy Drew. If you absolutely cannot think of what to buy or make, do some investigations online. There’s a chance your mark has an online wishlist, or has given away the clues you need on their facebook pages. A favorite Russian proverb to adopt as your mantra: There’s no shame in not knowing, the shame lies in not finding out.
- Wrap star. Make your gift look even more amazing by taking the time to present it in a meaningful way. Unless you’re pressed for time, bypass plain old wrapping paper and try new materials. See RealSimple.com’s gallery of unique wrap jobs for ideas.
- Get personal. I love themes, so gift baskets are always a standby in my book. They’re easy to customize and look lovely when they’re all pulled together. Remember what they say about first impressions!
You’ve got questions?
Me too. Here’s a handful.
1. What’s one wine too many?
2. Is there a worse movie than Son of the Mask?
3. Can adding music to my mp3 player motivate me enough to get off the couch?
4. Will I be able to eat chili unregretfully if it is disguised as nachos?
5. Why is sour cream so good?
6. Where does Dave Salmoni live when he’s not hanging with the pride?
7. Can I plan a vacation a week after returning from one?
8. Is there a place relatively close to the United States that will allow me to hold a wild cat?
9. Who’s my favorite Ranger?
10. Why do Mondays still feel like Mondays?
Behold my Starbucks’ VIA Tiramisu cake!
“Fancy taste, without all the work,” began the Tiramisu Layer Cake’s submitter in her description of what I hope turns out to be a hit tomorrow. I looked at it for a day with hesitation before clicking my can-do switch up and making it happen. Check it out!
Wanna make one? Here’s the recipe. I used VIA when it called for coffee and added a pinch of Splenda to my frosting.
















