Thursday, April 26, 2012
Confession: I have had this ongoing affair with a potato my entire life. I adore potato and would look for ways to be with potato every single day. At one time, it was my desire to be with potato at every meal in the day. I think I accomplished it once, but both of us being busy, me at a job, potato in a refrigerator, it wasn't going to happen as often as I wanted.
Challenge: I have to leave potato. I know it isn't gong to be easy. I know, without a doubt that I am going to have points in time where I am likely going to be crawling up the wall because I want one so bad. I am glad that I probably won't see spiders crawling around because of potato and if I do see spiders, I can get rid of them as they are real and not imaginary.
Accountability: I hate making blogs. I am not a blogger on any level and am amazed at others that can blog on a daily basis. I guess if you like to collect SparkPoints you can find ways to blog everyday, but it's not me. Now I will be blogging everyday to hold myself accountable to my SparkFriends in my quest to not eat potatoes. But understand I will only be doing this for 1 week. Next Wednesday, 4/30/12, is going to be my last blog on my giving up on potatoes.
At least as far as I know. I am hoping that I can give them up in a week. If at the end of a week I still have cravings for potatoes, this will continue. I have to tell you I am not looking forward to this week! I cannot convince myself that this is going to be easy. I am asking - correct that to begging - my SparkFriends to give me helpful, loving, encouraging support this week, and beyond, if needed.
I've never had to do this before, never wanted to do it before, so I have no idea if it's possible or doable. I just know I can't do it alone, as I've tried that path and it leads nowhere except back to the potato. I have been looking for a substitute, something that tastes like a potato but is healthier, something with the same texture as a potato and I don't think there is one. So it's going to be like someone leaving alcohol or tobacco. Just say no doesn't work as I've tried it, but I can't think of any other way to do it, so it's the way I'm going!
So yesterday was day 1 - I am happy to report I did not have a potato in anyway, shape or form yesterday. It's a new day and I am looking forward to making it through this day without a potato. Actually, I am dreading this day as I am so afraid of caving in. But I'm giving it my all. I'll learn how to say, "No!" to myself and obey. I know it's for the best!
With the intrepid words of Maria, from the "Sound of Music" in my heart - "Oh help!"
Saturday, March 10, 2012
I've been telling you about my strawberry picking and the huge berries. Here's a picture of one, this is not the only one that is this big, it's the one I grabbed to do the shoot. I named it movie star and it was the most flavorful, juicy berry I've had in a long time. We found a farm, Berry Bay Farms in Waumama (pronounced Why Mama) and we go there every Friday or Sunday morning, sometimes both days and pick them at 3 quarts for $1.00. We usually stop at 15 quarts, I pick 8, DH picks 7 and then we get 4 onions for 2 for $1.00. Everything looks like it's growing on steroids, but they are plentiful and beautiful.
We currently have close to 65 quarts of sliced strawberries in our freezer. We have eatten a gob of them this year. I think we have devoured about 15 quarts already. We were picking at a hydroponic place, which I like better, no stooping or bending, but they ran out of berries as they are much smaller and when I heard about this place, I didn't care that I had to crawl. Well the beds are raised about a foot off the ground so there isn't any crawling, but bending is required unless you have unusually long arms. Since they are plentiful, it only takes about 15 minutes to get my 15 quarts. Yes, that's a quart a minute and that's how easy and fast it is. No searching, just push the leaves out of the way and harvest like crazy.
Sundays are great mornings to go pick. No one else is there and we have an entire huge field to plunder at will.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
I guess if I were an advertiser, I sure would NOT add my product, without permission, to someone's food tracker!
While I always like Welches, I certainly will not buy their product nor pass on any good words about them. I don't know who or why they are allowed to put their product on our food trackers, and while I thought I hadn't been dinged, I found them today, hidden down on the last snack of the day. So I went back through and deleted them all, but COME ON!
I don't mind their ads several places on every page, but I do mind items being entered on my food tracker without my doing so. If we don't complain about this - where will it stop?
I know a lot of others are real diligent on keeping track of every morsal they eat. I am not, but I still don't want extra calories, carbs, fat, proteins, etc., added to my tracker - especially without my permission.
In Florida, I have been told by doctors, that while the label may say it is 100% juice, the producers are allowed to put sugar in the product and it's all acceptable to most - not to me. I count sugar. Actually, I count carbs, but watch the calories, protein, fat, fiber, and sugar, too.
So I'm getting off my soapbox, and I hope my - and other's messages - get's through to the powers that be. Of course there is always the choice of going to Coach Jen. She seems to have powers to get things done.
Tell me what you think.
Friday, November 11, 2011
My husband and I awoke this morning and, once awake, thanked each other for our hard work to the freedom of this country. My husband served in Viet Nam and I served our country by staying in the US and shipping everything from soup to helicopter blades and submarine periscopes to Viet Nam in support of our troups. They needed the supplies and it was my job, and others that worked with me, to offload trucks and load aircraft. Some of the stuff, I can't talk about, but I can say it was strange stuff. Some of it seemed so strange and other stuff scared our socks off. But we figured out how to get it on an airplane and tied it down tight, then saluted the pilot and waved them off.
Our vets go there and fight for our freedom and we take it for granted. We grow up knowing only freedom and we have no concept of living anywhere without it. We can only thank God and the Vets for that. We should do it proudly, happily, and honorably because they deserve all the honor and gratefulness they get.
VETS, PAST AND PRESENT, THANKS FOR KEEPING US FREE!
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