Good morning, friends! It's New Year's Eve — the day that we take stock of the year past, and make vows about how we will behave differently in the coming one. Diets, exercise, smoking, relationships — they are all on the table. We've all done it with varying degrees of success.
This year I resolve to not make resolutions. I'm not going to claim here that I will control my sugars and exercise. Which is not to say I won't attempt to do those things, but it's just unrealistic to expect that I will not falter. I know myself too well, and I suppose by now that you do, too.
I live alone and the only creatures that watch my comings and goings with any consistency are my three dogs. Frankly, they do not care if I eat healthy foods and usually prefer that I do not. They would probably desire some more walking, but other than that, they are content to lay about. So, the only way for me to be accountable is to continue to blog. You are my ear. My shoulder. My hug. My taskmaster. Thank goodness for you.
Since starting this blog I've managed to keep things mostly in check. That doesn't mean that I haven't had a piece of pumpkin pie or two, but for the most part I've kept that devil on my shoulder at bay. She's the one that says, "come on now, you've already spoiled today — go ahead and have another cookie." She's been hanging around for years and I'm getting tired of her. She's a spoil sport, and I don't have to listen to her. And, I owe that mostly to you.
So, come on 2013. I'm glad to see you. You are a fresh slate, full of possibilities. With you comes a milestone birthday and many other things to celebrate — family and friends, and another year of the gift of life. Thanks be for that.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Slippery Slopes.
Wow, the holidays are difficult, aren't they? They're fun and all that, but they are tricky to navigate. Food is everywhere and it is delicious. Stress is everywhere, too. In the midst of all of that fun and frivolity is a lot of work. Shopping, commitments, baking, snacking ... whew, that made me tired just writing about it.
Last week I hosted a dinner party. My first ever. Can you believe that? An almost 50-year-old woman who has never invited a group of friends over for something besides pizza? Well, when God was handing out gifts, he skipped giving me the entertaining thing. Anyway, in anticipation of this event I cleaned, put up Christmas decorations, moved furniture around and cooked. I made a pork tenderloin and my signature dish (my only dish, really) — something called "Hot Potato Salad." It's a recipe handed down to me from my mother and I'm the only one in our family who makes it. Not that other's can't, but for some reason it has become mine. It's about the most fattening, carby thing in the world. And it is delicious.
So the night of the party came around and people showed up on time and drank and snacked, ate dinner and then dessert. We laughed over our white elephant gifts and all in all, it was a successful event. And, there was lots of Hot Potato Salad leftover. I was planning on taking it over to my niece's house. She was out of town for Thanksgiving and missed that round of it. But, I forgot it, and so there it was in the refrigerator. Beckoning to me.
I had a small bowl. Very good.
The next evening, after work, I checked out my dinner options. Pork roast, check. Wait a minute, wait a minute — there was that Hot Potato Salad.
I ate it cold.
I do that sometimes. It's a fault of mine, and I admit it. It was very good cold. Some foods are like that. I like cold pizza, too. Weird, I know.
Anyway, before I knew it, the leftovers were gone and I ate them. Oh, no worries, I corrected my insulin to compensate, but it really was carb overload. What can you do? It's the Holidays for cryin' out loud. Today was our company Christmas party. I ate lasagna, a bread stick and cheesecake. And you know what? No apologies. It's the Holidays!
In the past such indiscretions would have lead to serious problems, but I don't see that happening this time. I'm paying attention to what I eat. And, I'm not throwing in the towel after eating a cookie or some such thing. That's old behavior.
Besides, January is just around the corner, and everyone will be too busy watching their own diets to pay too much attention to me.
Last week I hosted a dinner party. My first ever. Can you believe that? An almost 50-year-old woman who has never invited a group of friends over for something besides pizza? Well, when God was handing out gifts, he skipped giving me the entertaining thing. Anyway, in anticipation of this event I cleaned, put up Christmas decorations, moved furniture around and cooked. I made a pork tenderloin and my signature dish (my only dish, really) — something called "Hot Potato Salad." It's a recipe handed down to me from my mother and I'm the only one in our family who makes it. Not that other's can't, but for some reason it has become mine. It's about the most fattening, carby thing in the world. And it is delicious.
So the night of the party came around and people showed up on time and drank and snacked, ate dinner and then dessert. We laughed over our white elephant gifts and all in all, it was a successful event. And, there was lots of Hot Potato Salad leftover. I was planning on taking it over to my niece's house. She was out of town for Thanksgiving and missed that round of it. But, I forgot it, and so there it was in the refrigerator. Beckoning to me.
I had a small bowl. Very good.
The next evening, after work, I checked out my dinner options. Pork roast, check. Wait a minute, wait a minute — there was that Hot Potato Salad.
I ate it cold.
I do that sometimes. It's a fault of mine, and I admit it. It was very good cold. Some foods are like that. I like cold pizza, too. Weird, I know.
Anyway, before I knew it, the leftovers were gone and I ate them. Oh, no worries, I corrected my insulin to compensate, but it really was carb overload. What can you do? It's the Holidays for cryin' out loud. Today was our company Christmas party. I ate lasagna, a bread stick and cheesecake. And you know what? No apologies. It's the Holidays!
In the past such indiscretions would have lead to serious problems, but I don't see that happening this time. I'm paying attention to what I eat. And, I'm not throwing in the towel after eating a cookie or some such thing. That's old behavior.
Besides, January is just around the corner, and everyone will be too busy watching their own diets to pay too much attention to me.
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