This and that
Oct. 8th, 2007 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meirwen_1988Since our apples trees are groaning, I batted my eyelashes at the Crust Queen and said "Pie?" I even mentioned that I had a pound of the very bestest "goode whyte greese" in the frig.
There was pie. Made the right way. It needed about 10 more minutes in the oven. Ooops--guess she'll just have to try again!
The killer is that it blows my diet in a major way, but I'm willing to eat a diet that is 75% rabbit food in order to eat pie. It's all about what's worth it. There's an article in this month's More magazine about a group of women who hit the magic line and suddenly had to do some serious (ie., went to the Duke University Weight Loss Center) work to shed the extra pounds they'd put on from a foodie lifestyle. Once I got past the point of not being able to relate to these whiney 6 figure income women, there was a piece of wisdom in there. Each of the six women realized that they had to make choices about what "is not me." Meaning one of the women was willing to completely give up wine so she could eat more of what she wanted. One was willing to exercise an hour and a half a day minimum so she could enjoy food, while another was willing to give up just about anything if it meant she didn't have to exercise. And so it went down the line.
I guess, for me, it's I'm willing to have a little less of anything/do a little more in exchange for being able to have some of anything I want. Make the sugar bowl 1/2 and half sugar and Splenda? Sure. Walk for an extra 1/2 hour a day? Sure. What I'm not about, what "is not me," is huge change, or what I perceive as huge change. I can't suddenly start a major exercise regime of an hour a day. I can't give up beef, or hotdogs, or butter, or pie--but I can have a 6 oz instead of 14, low fat on wheat instead of full fat on white, and 1/2 an English muffin with the amount of butter that makes me happy (rather than a whole one with just a whisper).
I think I'm that way about everything. I'd rather have a dozen pairs of earrings of precious metal and real gems than a case of gold- or silverplate and "Austrian crystal."
Today I have off. I wanted to head out to Wegman's (a 1 1/2 hour drive to Syracuse), or at the very least hit the new Coldwater Creek store at the Orchard (1/2 an hour--oh, the torture), but finances are tight, which means I can't do a major W run, so what's the point? And if I don't have major grocery money, I certainly can't justify dropping money for clothes. Sigh. This digging out of debt would be a hell of a lot easier if I could just hire a damn backhoe instead of digging out of it with a teaspoon. Oh well. So, I'll head into work for a couple of hours, pick up some veg for dinner on the way home, and maybe play a video game. I haven't done that since July, so it will definitely feel like a break from the usual. Maybe I'll start Knights of the Old Republic again and see if I can get out of the damn sewer (yeah, I know--very early).
But at least the day started blissfully--lying in, "puppy" sleeping by the bed, "kitten" sleeping curled around my ankles under the sheets, two Welsh tea cakes for b'fast, and a good cup of tea in bed. Priceless.
There was pie. Made the right way. It needed about 10 more minutes in the oven. Ooops--guess she'll just have to try again!
The killer is that it blows my diet in a major way, but I'm willing to eat a diet that is 75% rabbit food in order to eat pie. It's all about what's worth it. There's an article in this month's More magazine about a group of women who hit the magic line and suddenly had to do some serious (ie., went to the Duke University Weight Loss Center) work to shed the extra pounds they'd put on from a foodie lifestyle. Once I got past the point of not being able to relate to these whiney 6 figure income women, there was a piece of wisdom in there. Each of the six women realized that they had to make choices about what "is not me." Meaning one of the women was willing to completely give up wine so she could eat more of what she wanted. One was willing to exercise an hour and a half a day minimum so she could enjoy food, while another was willing to give up just about anything if it meant she didn't have to exercise. And so it went down the line.
I guess, for me, it's I'm willing to have a little less of anything/do a little more in exchange for being able to have some of anything I want. Make the sugar bowl 1/2 and half sugar and Splenda? Sure. Walk for an extra 1/2 hour a day? Sure. What I'm not about, what "is not me," is huge change, or what I perceive as huge change. I can't suddenly start a major exercise regime of an hour a day. I can't give up beef, or hotdogs, or butter, or pie--but I can have a 6 oz instead of 14, low fat on wheat instead of full fat on white, and 1/2 an English muffin with the amount of butter that makes me happy (rather than a whole one with just a whisper).
I think I'm that way about everything. I'd rather have a dozen pairs of earrings of precious metal and real gems than a case of gold- or silverplate and "Austrian crystal."
Today I have off. I wanted to head out to Wegman's (a 1 1/2 hour drive to Syracuse), or at the very least hit the new Coldwater Creek store at the Orchard (1/2 an hour--oh, the torture), but finances are tight, which means I can't do a major W run, so what's the point? And if I don't have major grocery money, I certainly can't justify dropping money for clothes. Sigh. This digging out of debt would be a hell of a lot easier if I could just hire a damn backhoe instead of digging out of it with a teaspoon. Oh well. So, I'll head into work for a couple of hours, pick up some veg for dinner on the way home, and maybe play a video game. I haven't done that since July, so it will definitely feel like a break from the usual. Maybe I'll start Knights of the Old Republic again and see if I can get out of the damn sewer (yeah, I know--very early).
But at least the day started blissfully--lying in, "puppy" sleeping by the bed, "kitten" sleeping curled around my ankles under the sheets, two Welsh tea cakes for b'fast, and a good cup of tea in bed. Priceless.
