Sadly, the sweeteners were straight out of the jello box. Another thing I did not even look at, knowing it was not primal. I do know how to make from-scratch primal desserts, but none of my friends are primal, and the palate really is different. What I find to be way too sweet now, is just right for them. And just right for me: well, the last thing I want to see when I give my friends dessert is a pucker and a forced smile.
So I poured sugar-free raspberry jello over a big pile of frozen organic raspberries, just enough to hold them all together. A scoop of that in a small bowl, topped with whipped cream (two cups of heavy whipping cream with 2 T of sugar-free cheesecake pudding mix). Top THAT with half a dozen fresh raspberries. Worth the vague jitters I have had today. Knowing I would be feeling antsy, and like I just wanted to put something in my mouth, made it easier to deal with the feeling. Granted, this does not always work. But today I was strong. I was going to see a movie ('Gone'- really enjoyed it) and was determined to eat nothing at the theater. Before I left I had a small Liquid Fat Bomb. I was able to smell the popcorn without wanting any. Two points for me.
And now, flush with success, I am going to bed ON TIME!
My love affair with Potatoes
My family comes from Germany, so growing up, we had potatoes for dinner every night. Every night.
I loved them, but still, when I left for college, I swore, no more potatoes.
Once I was living with my boyfriend a few years later, though, I took up with potatoes again. Especially when I fell for the low-fat philosophy. Potatoes were good for you, with hardly any of that pesky fat.
I remember one dish I made: as many potatoes as I could boil in my big pot, peeled, and mixed with condensed cream of celery soup. I would eat, and eat, and eat until I was ready to pop, it was so good. And I fed it to my kids, too.
Then I fell into low-carb. No more potatoes because of their carb-count. Then I read 'Neanaderthin'. Definitely no more potatoes, because they were something you couldn't eat raw.
I fell off that wagon a few dozen times, but I had mostly given up potatoes. Now I eat them a few times a year: at Christmas and Fourth of July, when I make our family-recipe potato salad. A baked potato once or twice at a restaurant.
So, why, yesterday, did this catch my eye?
In a little box next to the baking soda and specialty flours.
I bought some, and used it to thicken the gravy in my shepherd's pie tonight. Am I rationalizing that it is better than wheat? What the heck is going on here?
Oh, potatoes, why can't I quit you?
Drooping in a different direction
This morning I made some tucks in my jeans. They've been drooping down below my belly swell (my, how charming that sounds) and generally driving me crazy. So I sat down and did the tricky sewing through stacked layers of denim, and took them in. Now the waist is sitting up where it should, and snug, but not tight, around me.
I am a soft and squishy person at this point in my life. Pants that fit around my waist mean a muffin-top. There is just no getting around it. Not a gourmet muffin, that looks like a balboa tree, but still, a definite roll. If I stand up straight AND suck in, I look fine. But thirty seconds of that is about all I can stand.
I won't be tucking in my shirts any time soon.