Friday night we had friends over for supper. It was David’s birthday and we celebrated with veggie packed stuffed peppers in red, yellow, orange and green skins. I loaded the peppers with scant ground beef, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower, black beans, corn and brown rice, then sprinkled on a little extra sharp cheddar and let them slowly cook in the oven. Oh my, what a flavor explosion in your mouth when those babies were done! We served ‘em up with a fresh fruit platter, green peas David had grown in his own garden (even though he was the birthday boy, I insisted he bring some of the fruits of his labor and the PA soil), and some whole grain bread slices with real butter. I did not eat the bread, but I did mow down on those peppers. Who said you have to fill a pepper with starchy mush alone? Our peppers tasted like they had sprouted legs only hours before and fairly danced out of the garden and onto our plates.
We ended our birthday celebration with a little something sugary for David, a pineapple upside-down cake. I had a small sliver of the confection and left the lion’s share for others. My hubs had requested the PUD cake, after having a slice at someone else’s house recently. I hadn’t made one in a long, long time, but it turned out fine. It definitely is something I would not make all the time, but for this special occasion, it was good. We spent the time after dinner watching the drama in Boston, as the younger of two brothers lost his freedom forever, a result of peer pressure and a faulty morale compass. I’m praying for his momma. It’s never easy seeing your children in trouble.
This weekend was a cold one at our house, and a windy one too. I keep thinking about starting a small garden this summer, but we are weeks away from anything like that at my homestead. Burrr, it is still chilly, too chilly to put plants in the ground.
I often dabble with the idea of having my own garden. I’ve tried growing veggies in planters on the patio, or in car tires filled with dirt. No luck. I do not have a green thumb. I either overwater, or underwater them, or the rabbits and deer eat the green shoots. When they do grow, I get puny veggies for my efforts. I am again thinking about doing something, but I’m not sure why. I love fresh veggies, but I hate pulling weeds and I know NOTHING about making any plant grow.
Cut flowers are more my style, since they are already half dead when they come into my possession.
Over the weekend I lost my food journal. I looked everywhere for it, but no luck. Hence, I did not record my food this weekend. This morning I thought, “You couldn’t mark what you ate on a scrap piece of paper?”
Honestly, it never occurred to me to do that.
I’m a little overwhelmed right now with personal stuff going on at home, so I’ll give myself a pass this time. It never helps to harp on my food failures anyway, and I’ve promised to double record my food the rest of the week. Not sure why, but it seemed the right thing to do.
I am finding that I’m more honest with foods since I’ve been journaling. And journaling seems to have awakened my mind to the different food types I incorporated into my diet a year ago, when I was trying hard to lose weight and cut out all that sugar due to a diabetes diagnosis. I’ll be rebooting my food plan before the end of the month, inserting some of those other foods that worked to get me healthy, and changing around some things with the foods I’m eating now.
I’m still working on my April goals, as follows:
—Journal what you eat each day, each meal.
—Exercise for 30 minutes, at least 3 times a week.
—Eliminate carbs at dinner time, at least 3 times a week.
That last one is proving harder than I expected, but I keep re-committing myself to it.
Today is the beginning of another week ripe with possibilities. I’m excited, because I believe Change Is Possible!