This morning I did a search for a phrase in my blog collection. I was was wondering if I had ever written a piece about Fat Her’s Day. For some reason, this post showed up.
Source: Comfort. A Peace of my Mind.
Feel free to click the link and read it. Or just keep reading here. I’m not really sure why that one matched, but I’m glad it did. It helped me recognize that I have been numbing with food for a few days. It’s not comfort. It’s numbing. Just masking discomfort. Continue reading “Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. “
Frass. That’s the word of the day. It’s all over the woods to the point of it sounding like rain. But it’s not. Well, it’s not snot (reaching into the past about 45 years). It’s the droppings of leaf eating larvae. In this case, Gypsy moth caterpillars. Yuck. Not to sass a frass, but if you go into the woods today you’re in for a big surprise. It’s not a teddy bear picnic. It’s a caterpillar feeding and frassing frenzy. Continue reading “A Walk in the Words.”
It’s one of those days. I was making my smoothie this morning. Fresh ginger. Fresh mint (picked from my back yard moments earlier). Frozen mango. Whey powder. Acacia Fiber. Chia (good chia). Baby spinach. Grapefruit seltzer. MCT oil (that’s Medium-chain triglyceride derived from coconut oil). As I poured the green goodness into my quart-sized canning jar, I thought it resembled a shamrock shake. Continue reading “Whatcha June? Ate? (Written on 6/8/2017)”
I’m a couple of days late with this prompt. I guess that’s a bit ironic, considering it’s supposed to be a prompt. But you see, I didn’t see the opportunity until just now. And the reason I’m writing is to mention what I thought when I saw it. It’s actually a song. Or almost a song. Send in the clones. It made me laugh a little. Thank you.
via Daily Prompt: Uniform
This pie was inspired by a friend who asked for a low sugar pie recipe. Continue reading “Upside down Lemon Merango Pie.”
She who hesitates contracts
A pause trophy can win
Instead of eating up her words
And heading out of thin.
(Impossible turns to I’m Possible
And that’s the start of begin.)
What motivates a mouth to eat
A feeling into numb. Continue reading “Mot I’ve ate. Or Motivate.”
The solution to stressed is not desserts. it’s a backwards approach at best. Unless it is simply to back away without caving to the test. Turning to food like a numbing drug is not the answer I know. Give me a run or a paper and pun. ‘Tis a vent so I don’t have to blow. That imag’ry conjures the thought of a whale–the size I approached e’re I’m Possible tale. Ive used AAA to change my attire. From Michelin padded to thin as a wire*. With the Weight Watchers tools and some bright line rules. Awareness, Acceptance, Adapting. No fools.
Stress is a matter of fact part of life. It can’t be knocked out with a spoon fork or knife. Just dealt with: good choices for heart healthy life..
* poetic license. I’m not as thin as a wire, but I wear size small!
I wrote this post with a Weight Watchers prompt. It could seem like it’s all about prose. If you read with a beat, you might find it neat: an amateur poem’s how it goes.
I’m on my way to Denver and then to my daughter’s new home. Where she lives with her hubby, (neither is chubby) in the land where buffalo roam.
I’m leaving New England in winter clothes–landing in Laramie where it still snows.
I’m going to visit a week and a day. I hope to see deer and antelope play!
My plan is to eat three meals a day, drink lots of water, and see brand new hay. I’ll help paint some rooms, shovel some snow and look for spring’s blooms.
I’ll write and take pictures but don’t know if I’ll post. Wyoming’s cell service is scanter than most.
And now it’s time for airplane mode. I have a 5 hour layover in Denver. Feel ftee to comment. I’ll respond!