What a difference a week can make. Despite the lingering effects of tax liens and food poisoning in week 5 followed by the harrowing experience of defcon level 10 pain in Week 6, I can say this. I survived and dare I say it, even thrived in week 7. That overnight trip and all of the therapeutic benefits that comes with being childless for 24 hours is not only good for the body but good for the soul. It’s all about feeling loved. That’s something I’m willing to guess that we all could use more than once every six months. When I feel loved I want to do more for others. Loosely translated that means more home cooked meals, more “hey I can pick up your dry cleaning for you” along with more curbing the urge to lash out when you get a text that asks ‘if they should reschedule a trainer appointment they have on the night of your birthday’. I calmly replied, ‘that would be appreciated’ and just got on with my life. No drama mama here.
Monday kids were out of school. We kill time here at B&N. Workbook for her cookbook for me.
It aint easy being green.
That Altas of the Human Body cost me $1.80! I am psyched to gross the kids out with this find.
When I opened Gywneth Paltrow’s book, I read the introduction page and then I picked up my jaw from the floor and said to Super A, I must buy this book. This cookbook was inspired after after her first panic attack and subsequent migraine. She was put on an elimination diet and quickly became familiar with the term somatization. It has been suggested to me (by several health care practitioners both east and western) that stress and malnutrition, yes malnutrition is most likely the primary cause for my first of only two migraines, in 2005. A few years later I had my first panic attack, in the summer of 2012 arrhythmia arrived. I tucked that book under my arm and read it cover to cover that night. Aside from the beautiful photos, the recipes look like something I can adopt into a healthier me.
But we are going to have to start that transition another night because I haven’t even begun to think about what it will take to get a healthy pantry set up according to her list. Tonight I’m staring at a rotisserie chicken and the possibility of smothering it in a cream sauce WITH past and topped WITH cheese and more gluten. Seems my sister has been making Super A Turkey Tetrazinni each time she visits, and every time she comes home she asks why don’t you make that? I don’t have the heart to tell her I hate tetrazzini. Hate is such a strong word but when I was her age I went to bed hungry the nights my mom served tetrazzini. I find only one thing in this world that is worse, is lima beans. I decided its time to get past my hang ups and just make it. I compared my mom’s to PWoman’s Tetrazzini and I see Ree adds peas so I adopt that. Within 30 minutes dinner was on the table. I pushed mine around on the plate, still not a fan. All I heard from the opposite end of the table was “Auntie doesn’t put peas in it.”
There were hardly any leftovers.
If you have access to Trader Joe’s they carry a good turkey broth that comes in tiny pouches you just tear and add directly to the dish. You can pour add water after or not.
Maybe this isn’t the healthiest but it delivers on protein. Oh and my breadcrumb situation was the worst. My pantry is so cluttered, all I could find was an a box of Shake N’ Bake from 2012. So help me God I used it.
Gwyneth Paltrow Its All Good. I made two lists, one with new pantry staples and one with dishes to make in the next week. I’m not sure how my family is going to feel about this.
Getting ready for work, I decide to borrow my daughters donut, you know those hair things that make you look like you know how to make a bun? It’s like wearing a faux bun for me and takes about 50 pins and it wasn’t until pin #49 that I remembered reading on Whoorl.com that the bobbypins are supposed to be flat side up! Blurgh. I end up having to shellac this thing to prevent every errant hair from unraveling this homebrew updo. I’m also dealing with some major shedding this past year, thank you mid-forties. And to make myself feel better I jump on the scale. And to think that is not muscle gain. Yikes.
Current state of my routine, oils, perfume, prescription meds, some hama beads I was supposed to fuse over the holidays along with a tube of something I was supposed to apply to some part of my body I don’t remember. It’s all so un-glamorous, but it’s real and its mine and I accept it.
Kale on Sale. Tomorrow I make chips.
I get a call from my doc, results were in from the last week’s ultrasound, no cyst. She said I’m good, she also said my WBC was up from 2 to 4.7. What do you know, body heal thyself. No surgery. No laporoscopy. Happy happy joy joy. I’m so glad I insisted on one last peak at my ovaries and how lucky am I that my doc allowed me the opportunity to see if things had improved before rushing me into the OR. I go to bed smiling for once.
10 things on my nightstand:
- Stomach rescue
- Palo Santo stick (burned to relieve illness, stress, headaches, anxiety, depression, inflammation, emotional pain)
- Chinese Fu Dog Bookends
- Amethyst geode chunk (to keep one cool headed)
- Citrine (for aid in the removal of toxins and general protection)
- Rose quartz (promote love)
- Wooden box gifted to me
- Dream catcher from my sister
- COSM candle
- Numi Chamomile Lemon tea
For some reason the smile faded overnight and I’m weepy. This stuff just creeps up on you in your mid-40s I am telling you. More evidence menopause is gaining traction. Damn those hormones. I admit it, I have quite a few mornings where I struggle to pull it together during the commute. I blame this one on hearing Duran Duran’s “Ordinary World.”
‘But I won’t cry for yesterday
There’s an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive’
I pull it together and decide the best way to transition into my day is to make Kale Chips before reconciling.
This stuff is really good. No salt yet it tastes like cheesy powder. I have it on my list from Gywneth’s book, she described it as “Dorito-like, …almost.” I toss the Kale chips with a high grade organic Canola Oil, add some spicy Curry Salt, Smoked pepper (both from 41 Olive) add some ground pepper, cayenne and salt and spread across the dehydrator in layers.
3 hours later … voila! Kale chips.
After work I decided to take a different route home. Seth Godin calls this zooming, a concept that influenced me when I started this blog in 2010. Sometimes you need to break out of your rut, stop and smell the roses etc etc. This is the library in Newport Beach, Ca. I have heard long time residents grumble about the cost of the project, I can only imagine the dollars spent here but it is a work of art. I have never explored the area so I parked and hiked up the hill with only minutes to spare to catch a sinking sun.
Right after this shot (and maybe she heard the shutter click) this woman with her one year old said, can I ask you what you are shooting for? Just myself I said. I don’t get outside enough and just shoot for the fun of it. She replied how great that was that I was doing something nice for myself. I didn’t bring up the fact that I blog or that she can see my work online I just let my answer be enough.
Her breakfast is sugary and full of chocolate. Its how I get her to eat sprouted Ezekiel 4:9 Bread. By the way if you have any dutch friends they will show you the true meaning of yummy toast. My BFF growing up always had 2 bottles on the lazy susan in the center of her kitchen table, one filled with flower shaped sprinkles the other chocolate jimmies. I coveted the break from my mom’s ricotta buckwheat pancakes. I recommend India Tree Chocolate Vermicelli, these chocolate sprinkles melt on warm toast.
My breakfast. And by the way I highly recommend you DO NOT add flax sprinkles, my smoothie turned into a gelatinous pudding within 30 minutes.
Breakfast Smoothie Iced Coffee
- Almond Milk
- Cal-Mag Liquid (because swallowing horse pills sucks)
- Calfia Iced Coffee with almond milk
- Frozen Rainbow chard
- Spectrum Chia Tropical Twister
- Garden of Life Raw Powder (Vanilla)
The next day its my birthday and this time for once I have no issues with it. I am grateful to be here and happy to let people fuss over me, all day id they wish. My coworkers brought me my favorites Kombucha and Sprinkles cupcakes!! Hard to do any work today but I did. I had to go do my prep work for the next day, I pulled over when I saw a bed of poppies, they were dancing in the breeze and I swear the bees looked like they were drunk rolling around on their backs in pools of pollen collected in the petals. It was a happy scene.
My Valentine’s dinner was well… fiery to say the least. I dumped some brandy in to deglaze my shrooms, turned around and all of the sudden I could see the fire in the reflection of my kitchen window. So what does a good blogger do? She reaches for her phone of course (kidding). I did light the cutting board on fire and that wooden spoon may need to be pitched as well. Wow that is just your anti-kitchen fire poster right there. My kids are hooked on Aero ever since my trip to Vancouver. We played the chocolate lotto too.
My weekend was all lacrosse. I am the webmaster for the team site and updating it has taken me hours. Some days I sit from morning till 3 o’clock trying to get it just right. Its such a thankless job I tell you. Do you do any of those too? I have decided between this and my other volunteer “job” managing my daughter’s school yearbook, I book 80 hrs in a month easily. That isn’t even counting the time I shoot the games for the JV team. After a 6 hour session of working on the site I didn’t feel like shooting the tournament, back sore and a bad night sleep. My arrhythmia was in high gear at 12:45 am again. I took it easy and played with the Instax.
Ava couldn’t understand why I took a photo of such a tiny plane. I told her that is how I feel sometimes. She still didn’t get it.
I decided to go get the big ol’ 400 mm lens from another parent who generously lets me borrow at will. I love the shot above for so many reasons, primarily because it showcases those stork like legs of SuperB’s and secondly I caught my husband in the background. I’m not sure where Super A is and apparently hubby is not concerned either.
I did spy on them from time to time. Heh, they caught me. We survived, the boys played great and won in a sudden death shoot out style win.
Sunday night is True Detective night.
Does HBO get any better?
as seen on from Shutterbean’s IG… I’m not sure who owns that photo, if you do let me know, its a thing of beauty.
I’m packing a suitcase tonight for an unscheduled trip in the morning. Come back and I will share with you where I went or you can follow me on Instagram to watch it unfold live.