You know what else makes me happy? Coming home 45 minutes later, back into the AC, splashing myself with water and chugging a glass, and stripping down to my bare essentials. What? I've got curtains and I know how to use them.
Getting back to those loose ends I referred to the other night, you may recall that I've been kicking the refined sugar for the past couple months. That continues to go well. I've been over the worst of the cravings for a while now. Psychologically, it's taken longer. I've realized that part of who I am, my identity, is someone who likes to bake. I'm the one who would go home on my lunch break and bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies from scratch to share when I got back to work. Baking is something I've enjoyed since I was 10 or so, a creative outlet, something that sparked my senses, something I was good at and appreciated for. And the icing on the cake, as it were, was that I enjoyed eating what I made. Winning!
Except not totally. It wasn't very kind to my body, the high carb load I dumped into it on a regular basis.
Let me pause here to say that I don't want to come off like some sanctimonious air-breather who's all of a sudden got the answers. I don't. I really detest that sort of preachy condescension. I'm just talking about my own experience and realizations. I haven't had a heart attack or been diagnosed with diabetes or anything like that (though I have a strong family history of both). I'm just a soon-to-be 51-year-old who is open to doing better. One shot is all I get in this here vehicle. I'd like it to last me a while without rusting out so fast.
I do feel great (not that I really didn't before). Maybe lost a few pounds, but I don't own a scale. I will say thank goodness for those baggy capris I walked in tonight. Gotta love that air flow, if you know what I'm sayin'.
As an offshoot to lowering the lid on the sugar bowl, I've gotten curious about other nutritional matters as well. I've recently done a fair bit of reading about paleo/primal eating, added new words to my vocabulary like FODMAPs and fructans, and discovered the
In short, I want to continue to learn more and endeavor to eat better and make conscious choices. For me that means less processed foods, less refined carbs, emphasizing protein, veggies, some fruit, and yes, fats. Some days will be more successful than others, but it doesn't really seem that complicated overall. Of course, it's probably easier to say that now while it's prime produce season. Ask me how it's going in six months.
And lest you think I've taken to dragging my knuckles, gathering nuts and berries (though I do intend to raid my neighbor's mulberry tree, with his permission), this was tonight's dinner.
Basically, it's taco salad: ground turkey with spices and salsa over a bed of greens, hold the fried tortilla bowl and cheese. Sorry, but Pioneer Woman I am not, with the food photo. Dollops of fresh guacamole in lieu of salad dressing, and topped with fresh cilantro from the backyard wheelbarrow herb garden. Mm-mm good, and pretty normal, no?