[QUOTE=Sabine;1017075]Worry is your imagination working for evil instead of good, so how about starting a creative project that requires your imagination? Painting, hand work, wood work, collage?
Not that, um, I am always able to take this advice, but there it is.[/QUOTE]
I just saw one of those inspirational quote thingies on facebook that said, "Worrying is like praying for things you don't want to happen." I don't know about prayer particularly, but it certainly is like meditating with negativity.
Okay, full disclosure here. I made a batch of tapioca flour popovers (my term) and ate three of them. That is 3 three-inch round popover thingys. Actually, calorie and macro-wise, it is not that bad. I ate them hot from the oven with Kerrygold butter. Yummy noises were made. It was worth it. If I had a primal restaurant, I would greet every diner with a basket of these golden lovelies. They would be repeat customers for certain. It doesn't hurt that my bright orange-yoked pastured eggs turn them a lovely color.
I have some lamb chops marinating, and I have already made a mushroom sauce and the brussels sprouts can go in the oven with the chops. Yowzah!
That is so true, David, it is almost like a self-fulfilling prophesy to worry excessively and without any real purpose. Instead of worrying, I need to ask myself, "What can I do to fix this?' And then do it! But sometimes I just fall into this worrying trap.
Sounds like the food is cheering you up. Buying presents for those kids sounds like a good mood-lifter too. I know that isn't why you did it, but it really is more blessed to give than receive. When we think about the need out there, it is easy to get upset. But there's no way we can meet all the needs, so at least meeting a couple of them is a wonderful thing, for everybody involved.
Up very early on this cold and frosty morning - probably the coldest so far this winter. I made a fire in the woodstove before the sun was up! Getting ready to fill up the firewood box and then go to the pool.
Had a great dinner last night, fought madly with the carnivores over it, and couldn't finish. The mark of a true primal meal. Cats desire it and it is so filling it can't be finished. That means I can have the same meal again tonight! Well, I ate all the brussels sprouts. I thought I had burned them, but no, they were perfect. Crunchy on the outside and tender on the inside. Might get some more of those. Bacon and coffee for breakfast. Okay, must start my day.
Your cats sound so much more primal than when you first started on here - I mean you guys fighting over meat! Think back to the old days ... love it! Aaaah, nothing like a fire in the stove when it is cold out and you can toast yourself in front of it! Enjoy your day...
Yeah, we used to fight over bread! And we were fat. Now we are much trimmer and sit in front of the woodstove and fight over meat.
I was at the bookstore in the next town and saw some art supplies on sale at a very good price so I bought them as I remember an ornament on the gift tree requesting art supplies. Of course when I stopped by there just now it was gone! But never fear, I think I will be able to find someone to give these to, or I can even save them for next year. Actually I find this whole gift tree thing profoundly depressing. There is so much poverty and need, and this is just a small community! Why do some people have so much and others have so little? Why why why? You can drive yourself crazy asking that question!
I bought myself a prezzie. Perfume. I haven't worn perfume in years. Last week I tried some in a shop and really liked it. Very citrusy. So. Now I smell like a blood orange.
I made two little pizzas with the last two tapioca breads. Very satisfactory. The edges get so nice and crispy in the oven, and it is sturdy enough to pick up.
I just got home and the wind is howling. And I must mention that the sunset is absolutely stunning. You have to see these colors to believe them!
DIL served me some fantastic brussel sprouts the other day, cut in half, sauteed and drizzled with olive oil and seasonings. I am going to try it. Holding off on the pizza this week, as I've sworn off starchy foods for the present. I want to see new numbers on the scale, and it's not going to happen if I keep "comforting" myself.
Yay, perfume! I've made a point of wearing it regularly the last few years. I actually use up the bottles now. It's all part of the self-respect and treating myself like I actually matter thing. :) I don't even wait for hubby to be home, although he does appreciate it when I wear it. He bought me a sampler of small Chanel bottles a Christmas or two ago, so I work my way through those.
Had to go to a training class this morning, came home, rested, and now have to go back to work. Food today has been mostly bacon.
Well, here I am at work. Still melancholy. I don't know why. I've been singing Christmas carols. (No one can hear me, I'm alone in this wing at night.) Also practicing the songs for Sunday. I don't particularly like any of the choices. But it is the first Sunday of Advent. Also Communion Sunday and the Greening of the Church. A really nice day.
Been pretty uninterested in food the last few days and the scale said 132 this afternoon. I don't think it is real, it is just because I haven't been eating much. Despite my tapioca bread gluttony (which wasn't all that bad) my intake has been pretty low.
Wish I could go swimming.