I felt a little guilty eating something that wasn’t a recipe. For lunch or dinner, garlic and poultry seasoning, or curry or tumeric–for dessert, ginger, cinnamon, cloves. And they, too, are on my list of “sure things”–they are even good together, and don’t need much more than some quick shakes of spices.
Fixing plain brown rice and sweet potatoes on a regular basis for his specific dietary needs made me start realizing how good they taste as is, how sweet, how satisfying. He is my “service dog” on both the usual and rather unusual levels. If I hadn’t adopted Romeo, I might not have ever known I needed to give myself permission to find out otherwise.
It’s funny how deeply engrained my belief runs that a treat is something baked and whirred or powdered or processed.
#Aplication like mountwatcher free
So I decided I would eat only “sure things” and not foray into baked goods, however healthy, or processed grains and flowers like pasta or pancakes, however tempting–and just eat all the whole foods in various combinations that support the best pain free state I can achieve. I also had to negotiate any fatigue from nervousness or anticipation about going so public and getting everything ready and the high stimulation of the opening. That meant I had to pace myself and my hands to get it all done, besides everything else I needed to do to get through a winter day, like shoveling snow or building fires, and to feel well consistently. When I was preparing my work for the art show at the co-op, I had about a month of daily framing to work on in order to be ready to hang the show. I may be talking about subtle shades here, but I really think it’s important for me to have learned to tune in to what foods I can truly be my “sure things”–the whole foods I can eat without any worries.
#Aplication like mountwatcher full
I have no trouble digesting these foods, I feel full and satisfied, and get plenty of energy and stamina from them. Because what I was referring to is how wonderful, literally wonderful, I feel every time I eat quinoa, black beans, and kale. While enjoying this lunch I exclaimed, “I could live on this!!” As she walked past behind me with the dust mop or a rug to shake, she said, “Well, then you should!”Īnd she was right. There might have been part of a potato too. My plate was filled with a big fat slice of Happy Herbivore’s “Hippy Loaf” which is basically black beans, quinoa and vegetables) and some steamed broccoli or kale. She’s watched and learned along with me, and she makes sure I have my standing order of yams from the grocery store, which she picks up for me before coming over.Ī few years ago I was eating lunch on the Wednesday she was here. She knew me before I adopted this way of eating, and has been witness to all the positive changes I now enjoy. That was back when Mike was in high school and I’m blessed to say it’s been my great good fortune that she has been showing up ever since. She gave me a car ride to the sessions as well, and when they ended, volunteered to come help me clean my house. That would be the woman who was on my support team in therapeutic horseback riding over a decade ago. It’s especially rich when it’s someone who’s known me over a long span of time. I love it when someone answers me in a way that sends me back to the literal application of what I’ve just said, even if it was couched in an expression or figure of speech no one usually takes literally.
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