Greetings from “real-time” blogging! Thanks so much for all of your fun food pairing favorites the other day…they have been very inspiring. Also, thanks for putting up with all the randomly concocted posts (and get ready for more)….sometimes they are just easier (and more fun!)
Breakfast was overnight oats (were you really surprised), with plums, pecans, and an AWESOME new ingredient: dried apples!
Mid-morning, a little ‘loupe. (After going through an hour-long conversation with my stomach in which I repeatedly questioned if it was really hungry….or just thirsty? or was I bored?)
Lunch was ensalada that got a wee bit tossed around because I’m not very kind to my Rubbermaid containers. I do not treat them how I want to be treated. I would have failed elementary school.
Spring mix blended with arugula topped with fresh corn, cauliflower, carrots, cucumbers, and red and green bell peppers. (Also Penzey’s Northwoods Seasoning.)
On the side (and also on top….of the salad people. Get your minds out of the gutter!) was a lot of cottage cheese, which acted as a nice cheesy topping for my toast as well. [New discovery: I toasted this sourdough bread in the morning, because I had been keeping it in the freezer. When I got to it at lunch time it tasted like it was covered in butter! SO WEIRD. (So delicious.)]
Still trying to appease my sweet tooth, I grabbed this plum. Please note that rather than call a plum a plum, it is now named simply “Sweet Fruit.”
Accepting My Imperfections!
While I have been over here in The Smart Kitchen celebrating my Month-of-Me, Christina has been working hard on empowering all women through a very inspired project she calls 30 Days of Self-Love. How coincidental, no?
Yesterday afternoon, she posted about doubting not only the project, but herself as well, and one of my favorite bloggers, Maria, commented that no one is perfect, not even the bloggers who might appear to be. A blog post is merely a snapshot [or two....or twenty, depending on the blogger ] into the blogger’s life, and there is so much we don’t see.
This got me thinking. Comparing yourself to others through what they show you on their blog can, at times, be like comparing yourself to girls on the cover of a magazine. We can present to you whatever image of ourselves we want, to whatever level of perfection we wish.
All that being said, I have tried to be completely honest with you, but I’d be lying if I said there weren’t times I put on a happy face after just hanging up from a tear-infused phone call with my mother or having a not-so-fabulous day at work.
In this vein, I would like to now admit my imperfections, at least a few. I have many, but I am learning to accept (if not embrace) and try to better them.
- The reason I don’t show you everything I eat is that sometimes it’s not necessarily all that amazingly well-chosen. For example, on Tuesday night, I ate a sweet potato, a scoop of cottage cheese, some cold okra, and a veggie burger. I followed this by an exorbitant amount of frozen yogurt. Last night, my dinner was a salad, popcorn, approximately 1/4 of a watermelon, and half a jar of peanut butter.
- I have eaten 1/4 or more of a jar of peanut butter in one sitting on more than one occasion. The same goes for ice cream and frozen yogurt, which I rarely serve into a bowl.
- I drink a whole lot of diet soda. I tell myself that since it’s not cola, with its oxygen-leeching calcium, it’s not so bad. [Yes, we can rationalize everything.]
- I am horrible at keeping in touch with people. I also always forget birthdays.
- I weigh myself nearly every day. I don’t feel the need to change that habit.
- Most of my ‘complicated recipes’ are made on the weekend. My weeknight dinners are usually leftovers or randomness (as I said before), despite what it might seem like when they are posted.
- I drink flavored fizzy water the way I should be drinking pure water. I can’t stop.
- It’s a miracle if I remember to wash grapes or apples before I eat them. (Remember that plum I had with me at school? I rinsed it in the morning—I think—but didn’t hesitate to take a big ol’ bite after it had been rolling around in my lunchbag all day.)
- I fall apart in traffic. I cannot handle it.
- I chew way too much gum. It’s disgusting. I have at least two packs with me at all times.
*I gotta work it.