Hey people. Surely you have seen this sign somewhere right? Sorry to say, yesterday I violated it.
Hey, Lady Gaga never wears pants and everyone loves her.
I have been trying to stay aboard the healthy eating/living train this holiday season, despite occasional hormonal attacks where I burst into sobs going, "I feel fat- wah..."-- then ransack the kitchen foraging for chocolate swearing about "How is it possible we have no $@#%* Doves in this house-- WHAT? You think I'm fat don't you?! Wah...."
Dan has learned to weather these outbursts with silence and very little eye-contact and no sudden movements.
It has mostly been going really well though-- seriously. I got this people. I think of it this way--- I may not be turning into an instant twig, but everything I do to support my health now is another building block in that foundation. I'll be that much more ahead in a month or three than I would be if I gave in (completely) and surrendered to my cravings and impulses.
Here is one major secret weapon--- spinach/egg/quinoa *muffins*.
1- 12oz pkg frozen chopped spinach (cooked)
3/4-C quinoa cooked in 1 can chicken stock (boil for 10 min)
2- C reduced fat sharp cheddar cheese (shredded)
(I actually used a cup and a half and it came out great. The less cheese you use, the less sinful these are. Your choice.)
1 bunch chopped green onions
salt/pepper/garlic salt to taste
Fill 12 spot muffin tin (use cooking spray!) and bake at 350 for 15 minutes.
In other Sue-news:
It's that time of year when the cats get extra cuddly. Ray is always my special buddy, but Mike, the Clint Eastwood of our clan (old, but still a major bad-ass) (AKA- "God's favorite cat" for surviving numerous brushes with death) wants in on the petting etc too. They have it pretty rough as you can see.
Above is the ornament I have to double check every year to see how long Dan and I have been married. We were living together for 10 years before we got married, and were really good friends for a couple years before we became a couple. All these holidays all year 'round, most of which I snub, are undeniably mileposts, where I do pause, and consider how lucky I am, in innumerable ways.