fat free opinions on a food centric life
My husband and I have been on a diet. I suppose we finally noticed ourselves in the double-mirrored closet doors we pass frequently in daily comings and goings, stopping long enough on one recent occasion to wonder, “Who are they, and what happened to …
I think I’m the last person on the planet who has had the Vietnamese sandwich, banh mi, added to her food radar. The first time I saw anything about them was in one of my food magazines about a year ago. Anything with bright veggies …
If you’re like I used to be, you try to get some exercise occasionally. Actually, my efforts constituted more than trying for several years. I rose before the sun at least four mornings a week on good weeks, stumbled into my car, and drove to my friend’s house hoping that my light knocking on her door wouldn’t wake the dogs. I often felt that our trudging through the dark streets, sweating up one hill and huffing down the next had little effect. Of course, my stamina had definitely improved, I no longer wheezed when trotting up the stairs, and most of my clothes fit better. Unfortunately, the scale and I haven’t had an amiable relationship for years, so I rarely factored its results into my evaluation about whether my toiling was having any kind of noticeable effect.
How sad.
The last seven months of no exercise have taken their toll. Although I’ve chosen to completely avoid my scale so can’t have the bad news confirmed, and my clothes haven’t quite taken on the appearance of a wet suit, I’ve begun to puff when I walk up stairs again. My knees hurt, and my feet feel as if they’re carrying around a pack mule’s load. So with little fanfare, and conscientiously avoiding any talk of a resolution, I’ve promised myself to take better care of my body. I know how to do this and so I will. It doesn’t mean giving anything up; it means paying attention to what I eat, and how much.
It also means I have to get out of bed before the sun at least four mornings a week. My good friend will join me two of those days, and I’m hoping I can get my husband to at least think about it on the other two. In the meantime, indulge me my veggies.
Have you ever made spring rolls with rice paper wraps?
On the days I most want to sleep in, I find myself staring into the dark wondering what time it is. Falling back into a sound sleep rarely happens as mental list-making begins. This isn’t something I choose to do, but once it begins, I …
When I think of Earth Day, I think more about how I was raised instead of an event marked on a calendar that occurs once a year. I guess my mother was green before her time simply because she needed to be frugal with her …