I want you back

12 hours into my new vegetarian diet and I've already cheated. It's impossible for me to make such drastic changes without personal sacrifices or ill feelings. Around lunch time, I was so cranky and bitchy, I started yelling at my poor mother about how I didn't want to buy baby "nursery" water and that regular bottled water or boiled water was good enough for Daisy if not better than whatever tenuous processing or manufacturing standards evil corporations hold themselves to. This drove my germ-a-phobic, corporate-trusting mother over the edge and we had an incomprehensible shouting match in broken English and Thai about the said waters.
Flash forward to 18 hours after my diet started and I've eaten shrimp, pork, chicken and beef. 4 species! I'm pathetic. And I want to exercise so badly...Looks like I'm going to have to go crawling back to my old and unhealthy lifestyle. I'm sorry I thought the grass was greener on the other side; I want you back; the mac and cheese with tomatoes that I had last night meant nothing to me; I need meat, 6 meals a day and 3 days a week of exercise, PUH-LEEEEZ take me back; I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!

Fueling my Tourette's

Mad props to to Beth, who's been my blog mentor-cum-savior, for cluing me in on NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). I'm going to try to meet the challenge of blogging every day for the month of November. With Thanksgiving, a job, a hungry+non-proactive husband and two kids to derail me, I might be out of the race before long. However, I find great comfort that there are actually others like me whose interests are blogging, thinking about blogging, meta-blogging, proselytizing blogging, pretending I live in a blog, auto-blogging, blog preening, etc.

Not for the Jane Austen set

I just discovered blogging and Beth is totally right that we have way fewer ax murderers thanks to blogging. For me, it's blurting therapy, an outlet for the hasty, crass part of me. But time's running out for me because I'm worried about my safety. The safety of my sanity (I'm feeling persecution mania) and family peace is at stake -- I'm concerned that upstanding people with delicate sensibilities will discover this blog, revile in horror, make judgements about my moral character and harass my goody-two-shoes husband (which would be pretty ironic, see Side note 2). Namely, these honorable people are my in-laws and their associates but also my sister and mom.
I need your advice. Should I:
A) Stop blogging (not sure I can do it)
B) Change my blogging style (pretty much the same as option A for me)
C) Remove my picture and any identifying details (change my online name, etc.). This is a little tricky because I'm going to have to ask a few other bloggers to remove my identifiable comments from their blog.
D) You tell me...I'm desperate for advice.

Side note: How often does the blogosphere collide with real life? How legitimate is my fear? Full-time corporate whore, mom of 2, dutiful daughter and "Jewish" daughter-in-law are some of my societal roles. Unfortunately none of them encourage an outlet for farting or verbal farting, so I try to tame my impulses my blogging. I wish I could have a universally witty and family-friendly blog like blog black belt Beth. But I'm a blog misfit, is there room for me in the blogosphere? Do you welcome a blog pariah?
Side note 2: I'm upset that I'm a blog punk while my husband has a squeaky clean image. I know for a fact that he's a dirty, misogynistic misanthrope that doesn't fear censure for his contemptible thoughts. Also, he doesn't even care if you think his obnoxious "jokes" aren't funny, he's so happily lost and smug in his inner world. So I'm left to stand alone with crudeness as my only friend.