I had a lovely day today. Fifty five years of age doesn’t seem as old as it used to.
I made banana chick flips (pancakes made with garbanzo beans) for breakfast and someone cleaned up the kitchen after me.
I had pan seared sea scallops for lunch at a restaurant. I like to order things that I’m less likely to cook at home. The restaurant was no sugar added friendly (the waitress knew what was safe and offered alternatives).
Supper was grilled chicken and chopped salad prepared by my hubby. I made the cake and ice cream.
I didn’t take a picture of the ice cream, but I’ll tell you how I made it.
1 can coconut milk, 6 frozen bananas, 1 tsp vanilla extract, 1/2 tsp salt, 1/4cup peanut butter, 1/4 cup cocoa powder. Food processor pulsed until smooth. I put it in a container and then in the freezer. I stirred it after an hour. I stirred it again just before serving. It’s dairy and gluten free. And there’s no added sugar. It’s not diet food. But it worked nicely for a birthday party. The “cake” was good, too.
There was much more to my day than food. And it was all good.
This morning I wed. Or weeded. Right after I got home from my cardio class. I was already sweaty and it needed to be done. I didn’t eat while I was weeding. I could have eaten while reading. But I didn’t. Continue reading “Read or Weed.”
I’m rather amused by the word addiction when it’s not messing with my mind with its sweet talk. I think I’m more amused since I was in the market for some ads to increase traffic at my website. I’m not great at Ad diction. Fortunately, my niece is.
For some reason, I’ve noticed a pattern of falling out of control with my eating after getting home from vacation. Many people fall apart during vacation, they justify it as justavacation and that’s that. Back from Continue reading “Writing my Way through Addiction.”
I went to Maine today. It was a last chance to visit my son and his family before they move farther away than a day trip. I left Connecticut before 6am and it dawned on me a little while later that I was driving to Vacationland (Maine’s nickname) on Friday of an extra long weekend (Independence Day) I was early enough to avoid traffic on the way there. I did encounter some slowdowns on the way home, but nothing like the jam on the northbound side of I-95 as I headed out of Maine and through New Hampshire and into Massachusetts. The outside temperature was in the high eighties and I think it’s safe to say that it was a hot jam.
I was tired on the way home. I stopped at a grocery store and bought some cherries and apricots and roast beef (for the protein) and had a planned snack that lasted a long time and involved more food than I probably needed. I stayed awake and alert though.
About an hour away from home, I felt like stopping for more food. I was aware that I wasn’t hungry and it was more of an emotional or addictional response. In my state (Connecticut and mental), I could feel myself planning where I could stop and what I would buy. Yes, it was me looking for a hit. And then, just as I approached the exit, I got a phone call. Saved by the bell. Really. I needed that intervention and it worked.
I think I can take that experience and use it to bolster me tomorrow when the addiction tries to sweet talk me into something I really don’t want, or need.
What I really want is control and feeling good. Just like I wanted 5 and a half years ago when I started on my I’m Possible Journey. I don’t want a traffic jam in my head. I need to remember that actually I can.
Speaking of traffic, I was looking at the map of countries represented in my readership and saw that my blog has had traffic from 50 countries. I thought that was pretty exciting.
On the information super highway, people all over the world have stopped by to read my blog. Perhaps for some it has been a little rest stop. And maybe for others, it has been a motivational pick up. Others might have viewed my stream of consciousness as a traffic jam of words. Perhaps someone has come by feeling jammed and left feeling a little less stuck up. Or something.
Hopefully, I’ve helped someone smile along the way. And along the way, some folks have left comments that give me a boost and make me smile.
Thanks for reading! Good night!
As in the jam jammed, for one.
I went to my exercise class this morning. My new studio shoes are working quite well. I had noticed a bit of knee and hip pain creeping in, but new shoes seem to have taken care of that. Continue reading “Things are starting to gel.”
I had a request from my Wyoming daughter. She either wanted me to make hot pepper jam or tell her how to. Continue reading “In a Jam.”
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. “