new toy

Last week, my new toy showed up.

My iBook was pushing 5 years old, and I felt it couldn't handle the demands of new versions of software. And it was two OS systems back, so some of the new versions wouldn't even work on that OS.

So with the release of the latest Mac OSX, I waited a few weeks until they released the laptops to go with it. I even splurged and doubled the memory.

I stuck with the MacBook (was iBook) line.

I love this laptop. It's so sleek, quiet, and sexy. The keyboard layout is a bit bulkier looking, but I'm pretty much used to it by now. The built in webcam on the top of the screen is very nice. Boyfriend and I can now video chat since he also got a laptop with the same feature.

The new OS? So far, I'm pretty pleased. It took some getting used to in understand which programs were active, but all the same keystrokes I got used to are still there. So it's a pretty seamless transition. Of course there's a lot more crap that I don't care for that I'm going through and getting rid of (or trying to get rid of).

My only gripe is the power supply. I knew it was an issue with this new line of laptops in reading product reviews, but it's quite annoying. It's the magnetic connection that links the wall source to the laptop. It's not a very strong connection to allow for easy break away to avoid damage to the laptop or the power supply, but I've disconnected it many times already, sometimes by just moving it across my lap. Since I damaged one power supply in that fashion, I understand the practical reason for redesigning it. But maybe if you allowed the power supply to connect on either side of the laptop, it'd be a lot more practical.

Magnum's given his rub of approval of the new laptop. He even laid across it before I turned it on for the first time. So I can't go wrong with the cat seal of approval.

low energy, great diet

Another week has flown by. Spent the weekend in San Diego, and got a side of gluten with my burger.

I don't blame the place. It more than likely happened with our orders. I was ordering a burger in a lettuce wrap, the other three people I was with ordered burgers with buns. I'm sure they had to touch my burger to get it in the lettuce, and if it was done after the other burgers were plated, gluten could get on my burger.

But it was a damn good burger. That was Saturday.

By Sunday, I was tired. Dead ass tired. Since all I had to do was prepare the desert to our Thanksgiving desert, I felt it was best to get out of the way of the small kitchen. But I didn't figure it out.

Monday on the drive back home, I had to pull over and hand over the keys to boyfriend. I was so tired (still) that I was afraid I would fall asleep. I only slept about a half hour, but it would have been scary to do that driving on the 8. By that afternoon, my stomach was really hurting. That was my first "hrm, is this gluten-related?"

Tuesday and Wednesday I was very gassy (thanks for sharing). That's my second clue that this is gluten-related. The fatigue is a bit better, but still I'm not 100%.

Today is my final clue when I can't stay out of the bathroom. And thankfully we have good old fashioned toilets that won't ever get clogged (really thanks for sharing).

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But the weirdest thing is that when I get glutened like this, I don't want to eat. Sunday I forced myself to eat the early Thanksgiving dinner, but small portions of everything. Monday, I had one meal at 4:30 in the afternoon. It was nice, but it's not enough for your daily caloric intake. Tuesday and Wednesday was breakfast only. I wasn't hungry for lunch, except for a small cookie or something, and I would tell everyone I had dinner on my way home (a little white lie). Today I still missed lunch, but had a great dinner and had some popcorn while watching the game on TV.

I know that when you're sick, starving yourself is not a smart idea. But maybe it's more in my head the concept of forcing more food in inflamed intestines makes food more appealing.

But I think for now I've turned the corner. So hopefully tomorrow I'll be more back to normal.