Diva Day, Hopefully to Be Continued

I woke this morning with a lightness, waving my feet in the air, laughing loudly to myself.  There was dancing in every movement, and I smiled to me in the mirror.  The energy today was all about hope and the expectation of good, maybe good beyond anything I deserve or claim. 

Midday, I tried on new clothes, things that arrived in the mail, ordered on line, my favorite shopping method.  I am back down to the sizes of my favorite store, and I waltzed around in a flirty skirt feeling like a million.  Losing a couple of dress sizes can revive you.  Knowing that it happened logically and by my effort, rather than through some random occurrence, is my assurance of further success. 

I called my 93 year-old aunt and caught up, including telling her of my recent weight loss.  Always one to stay small and fit, she told me her own story of a stint with Weight Watchers in their early years.  She quit the program because they required you to sing your weight to the group, and she’d never been a singer.  Indeed, as a child she had been kept after school by a disbelieving music teacher who insisted she try harder to make melodious sounds.  She laughed as hard as I did, the chuckles ringing in her whisky voice, the one I’d always envied. 

Later, I shopped at the little vegetarian market, driving home with my tofu and carrot-ginger soup (mmm, more curry), ignoring the meaty smells from the barbecue joint by the road.  By the time I put away groceries, and rescued my dog from her imprisonment in the sleeve of my jacket, I had to sit and rest.  That didn’t end my day.  After dozens of photos I was able to post the wrist cuffs and bag that now open my store. 

I hate getting philosophy from a television narrator, but the Grey’s Anatomy wrap-up had it right tonight.  Trauma always does leave scars, and for some of us, it also makes us continue forward.  Or are we moving in spite of the scars?  I don’t know.  Today I only experienced the movement, and I felt like a diva.

Peace.

Checking on the Crop and (Gasp!) Beeturia

Chris planted these peppers this week – two red bell peppers and a jalapeno.   He likes to cook spicey.  This week he made an Alfredo sauce that was out of this world, so good that I got extra and dipped bread in it.  I was eating the whole wheat sandwich bread from Niedlov’s.  I think it’s my favorite whole wheat bread ever.  It’s soft and has a tangy flavor.  Their loaves are so beautiful that sometimes I want to buy them as works of art.  I have to remind myself that you don’t choose bread on looks.                                                             These two plants with the tomatoes on them already are the Black Plum tomatoes.  They’re supposed to grow well in pots and produce tons of tomatoes.  I’m so excited about having our own that I’m not buying them in the store.  I use canned organics in the sauces I cook right now.  I can wait for lucious organics from our own crop for everything else, especially since I can see them starting to grow.  All the plants have numerous yellow blossoms, the ones that precede the tiny fruit. 

 

I do think the compost that Dayna dug out and lugged across the yard has made a difference already.  The plants have grown so fast, and don’t seem to lose their moisture quite as fast as last year.  I’m watering each morning since the temperature is in the 90s daily this week. 

 

I found an interesting beet recipe in allrecipes.com.  I had a half-dozen small fresh beets from the Village Market, and I wanted to do something besides boil and slice them.  I don’t like pickled beets much, but I love fresh ones.  This simple recipe called for the boiled, stripped beets to be diced and added to diced hard-boiled eggs with a mayonnaise dressing.  I used half veggie mayo and half Greek yogurt, and it was terrific.  I had two big servings (probably the most beets I’ve ever eaten at one time) and the next day my urine was pink.  You know me, I had to look it up.  I discovered that beets contain betacyanin, which has numerous health benefits and gives the beet its deep red colour.  Most people have the ability to digest betacyanin and absorb it into their system, but there is a recessive gene that prevents that.  In folks who inherit two recessive genes (one from each parent), the substance isn’t broken down, and it is excreted in urine, dying the urine pink or red.  I’m dying to poll my sisters on beets and pink pee.  I don’t recall the topic coming up in the past, but we should all have this trait.  Maybe I should just make a big bowl of beet salad for family reunion, and have everyone report their results.  A big family means a nice large sample size for experimentation. 

 

Hopefully, some of my crop will be ready for harvest soon.  You know I’ll show you photos.  Meanwhile, I’ll be reading my new Farmer John’s Cookbook: The Real Dirt on Vegetables, learning more ways to grow the things I love so much.

 

Peace. 

Today Was Awful!

This is not the tone I wanted to set here, in this space.  But today, it is what I’ve got.  I have been in a foul mood.  Some of it is the stress of finishing the big project I’ve been knitting, which I cannot show here yet.  I finished it today, the last stitch, the last hit of steam, everything.  But by then my back was hurting so bad and my feet and the rest of me were shot and I just felt like nothing could soothe any part of my hurts. 

Another piece of the bad mood was a phone call from a distant person, asking for a favor.  I was totally pissed when I realized that this person never calls without wanting something.  Time to block those calls.  Sometimes I wish I could go back to my residency days, when I would meet people and tell them I sold shoes in Bamberger’s.  I never let on that I was a doctor until I knew the person better.  This call was a prescription request from someone who never wants to keep an appointment with their own doc, then gets all indignant when their doc won’t call in medicines.  Boooo.  Very bad form. 

I read an article about the rising incidence of autoimmune disorders in the developed world.  All bad news.  Wonder if I can throw some stuff out of my “barrel” of toxic, predisposing factors.  Here it is:  http://www.alternet.org/healthwellness/80129/ .  Frankly, reading the interview with a woman with lupus just struck too many chords, and I was bawling by the time I finished the article.  But it’s the stuff we need to know, because the prevalence of autoimmune disorders is unbelievable, higher than breast cancer in women, higher than cardiovascular disease in women!  I remember that big ol’ breast cancer walk last fall, and the following week our little group of 200 walking to raise money for lupus research.  Nobody knows.

I made scrambled tofu with mushrooms for dinner, laboriously stirring while I ate broccoli from the microwave bag.  It was late.  Then I had four of those cool individually wrapped prunes.  Aaagh.  If I showed a photo of my meal it would regress the cause of vegetarianism by centuries.  It tasted good. 

My daughter called at 9 to remind me that Jon and Kate Plus Eight was showing.  It got my second laugh of the day.  The first was when House said that removing the eye of an autistic child would mean he only half avoided eye contact.  See?  Not a good day.

Peace.