Winter-Spring - What is ACTUALLY Going on?
Flower Not-Child
New Week, New Me?
No. But it IS a new week, so I always have the chance to be a different me.
I do need to make it a daily practice of writing SOMETHING. Maybe it will be useless words, or maybe it will be something relevant. We'll never know until I do it.
I listened to something this morning, and now I'm re-listening because there was a lot in there that hits home:
- He grilled his chicken boobs and turkey burgers
- I cut/cleaned celery (and promptly forgot to put some in his lunch pail today)
- Prepped vegetables for salads and roasting
- Prepped frozen cauliflower for cauli mash (nuked for five minutes, then dried on low heat in skillet)
- Made a pan of roasted veggies (broccoli, asparagii, mini peppers, onions, zukes, yellow squish, fresh thyme, olive oil, minced garlic)
- Pre-boiled broccoli for the roasted veggies, broccoli salad, and my meals in three batches because I was trying to weigh/measure everything for my tracking and making recipes for Cronometer
- Cooked a package of bacon (for me, for broccoli salad)
- Made caprese salad (cut up two pints of grape tomatoes, fresh basil, sliced red onions, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt and cracked black pepper)
- Made broccoli salad (broccoli chopped into tiny florets, an individual box of raisins, sunflower seeds, bacon, chopped red onion, and dressing [mayo, apple cider vinegar, stevia, dash of smoked paprika]
- Made cilantro lime rice (out of a box) for his lunches
- Made cauli mash (cauliflower, homemade Boursin cheese that I mentioned last week, I think, salt, pepper, Knorr chicken bouillon powder, butter, heavy cream)
- Cut up Al Fresco Mild Italian Chicken Sausage, and sauteed that and the broccoli for my meals
- Made a new batch of Jamaica for my water
- Made the Elote corn for my chicken salads
- Remembered to get my birria chicken out of the freezer and defrost it properly (miss you, Alan)
Things Not to Try Again
I'm thinking I really need to measure out the chicken. I just eyeballed it yesterday, and good LORD was I tired after I finished. Probably somewhere between 3.5-4 ounces of the chicken would be sufficient. My eyeballs are not scales, so who knows how much chicken I actually put in there. It was still good though.
Dare I say, of course, now that I have at least 10 more servings of birria chicken, that I'm seeing the end of the road with regards to my current "Southwest Chicken Salad" for lack of a better term.
At least it was filling. I did not eat again til about 8:00 pm. Then, because I didn't learn about weighing out the foods, I made an ENORMOUS bowl of Greek yogurt with not a few, but rather TOO many fresh berries, and some peaches, along with the standard hemp hearts, chia seeds, and crushed pecans. It was rather spectacular in flavor. I might have been fine, had I not finally made and tried that Boursin-cheese-replica recipe ... I had some of those parmesan crackers for dipping:
A Winged Eye, Some Birria Chicken, and Some Words
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How to Holiday
I'm not the religious type, so this holiday holds no particular meaning for me, except memories of being forced to awaken at 4:00 am every Easter Sunday in order to get ready to go to the annual Sunrise Service in our most formal Sunday Best. The full morning from before breakfast til nearly lunch was a bit much.
If you're religious, go you. You do you. I do me. We're all happy in our collective bubbles. This is NOT about religion.
I suck at holidaying. I could make different choices, but I don't. I do what I do to get through uncomfortable or sad situations and THEN I move forward. Plus, the one or two times a year that I get to partake of my sister-in-law-ish's homemade mac'n'cheese is not something I'm readily willing or able to give up. Nope.
It was a really good weekend. Relaxing. Not a lot of stress or anxiety. Just being. We started watching Frasier again, from the beginning, so it's been nice to watch something that brings joy rather than misery.
There's not a lot to talk about, except maybe preparation is going to be the key. I did about half the food prep I needed to do yesterday before we left to go to my brother's. I threw some chicken in the slow cooker the night before for my salads, so I shredded that up. I parboiled some broccoli for broccoli salad and to add to vegetables for roasting. I washed and cleaned berries (straw, black and rasp varietals) for my yogurt. Today, I've got to make salad (I put baby spinach, artisan red and curly lettuces, romain, red cabbage and carrot shreds.
Pro tip: Always, always, ALWAYS wash your greens. ALL of them. I don't care if they say they've been washed already or not, WASH them again! Trust me. Just wash them.
I also need to roast the vegetations, make a new batch of salad dressing, and maybe THIS WEEK, boil some eggs for making deviled eggs, or just adding more protein to the salad. Though, a chicken and egg salad does NOT sound that appetizing, so probably not.
I'm going for cleaner eating this week.
I had Halo Top the other night because I just did, and the results were less than spectacular. It doesn't make me feel good. It's full of bullshitty chemicals that just are not necessary for the human body to function, and it just doesn't taste GOOD enough to warrant all that BS. At least it wasn't a Reese's Fast Break candybar, though, so that's a bonus ... Maybe.
I just want less chemical and more whole food. My dump ranch dressing is fairly unprocessed (olive oil, apple cider vinegar, an egg, some coconut cream, almond milk, and an assortment of herbs/spices). Salad, also full of whole foods. The chicken is my take on a birria recipe that I saw on YouTube. I think it was this one:
- Roast vegetables
- Cut/clean salad
- Finish broccoli salad
- Make Caprese salad
- Make dressing
- Boil eggs
- Make cheese recipe
Walk on Home ...
In 2013, it was warm enough that we had these on the sixth day of April:
Just a Gust of Nothing
What was supposed to be a significant and severe round of storms today seems to have fizzled. Protective Bubble: 1; Storms: 0. Here's to hoping it fizzles out everywhere.
In other news, not much going on. I've had a lot of anxiety about the house and what to do with it. Part of me wants to completely "reno" it as the kids say now, but the other part of me says just clean it up, pack up, and move.
I'm also looking forward to some NON-windy days and sunshine so I can get some natural vitamin D and fresh air.
I'm on Day 3 of Try #5768 to Take Better Care of Myself. Everything is good. Using the Cronometer again today. I kind of really like it, and wondering how much better the paid version would be. We'll see. I like that most of the foods I eat (the processed ones) are already in there, so I don't have to spend another lifetime entering nutrition labels. That was an unholy time suck that I never loved about Fitday.
Really not a lot to talk about today. Just watched the storms roll through this morning, and now it seems to be over. Fed the boids. Got the window open. Now it's time to get some work done.
Not going to get super-excited but morning weigh-in was 209.8. However, by lunch time, I was at 10.6. Either way, I'll take it. That's better than 214.8. Oh, and the blood sugar, yesterday, was at 112. Today, before lunch, it was at 102.
If I can just stay focused, live life, and do the best I can, that's all that really matters.
Out (and About) Like a Light
What a spectacular spring day it was yesterday. Sun. Blue Skies. Singing Birds. Power outages. It took that last one to get me out of the house and moving, even if for only 5-10 minutes. Still, it was movement.
I discovered, after lunch, much to my complete disdain, that the food tracker I've been using for centuries hath vanished. This is what happens when you don't visit on the regular. Last I was there was back in early Winter before all the morbid goings on. I would swear they never did an email blast to notify users of their demise either. What the fuck? O well.
So, NOW, I am trying Cronometer. I have used MyFitnessPal in the past, but I really don't like it at all. So far, it's been a fairly smooth experience, learning curve excluded. I don't know that I will use it on the regular, but at least there is SOMETHING.
Eating wasn't too terrible. Had this for lunch:
Like a Rolling, Wobbly, Stone ...
So, I took a non-oath of silence and just stopped writing. One day, in February, apparently, I just got sick of talking. We've just been living life here on the Waltenburg Ranch. I've been trying different approaches to be a better me. None of them really stick for more than a week or three. Whatever.
The Westward Migration becomes more and more real each day. We've been cleaning out the closets, the drawers, and donating a magical metric fuqueton of items to the Goodwill place. Someone, somewhere can make better use of those things than we did. They were just taking up closet real estate.
It's kind of fucked up to think that it's now been over four months since Dad took his leave, and to be quite honest, it doesn't really feel any different. Sad truth. It was what it was, and it is what it is. No signs from the great beyond. I never thought there would be. I realized, after this showed up in my OneDrive memories: