I hate the word “diet.” Eating food that nourishes your body and provides the energy you need without dragging you down with “extras” is not a diet. It’s a lifestyle of making good choices. I have been pretty good about making choices that nourish my heart, my brain, and my soul. Now, it’s time to nourish the rest of my body.
I woke up feeling a little sore this morning. In a good way. I’m feeling a slight twinge in muscles that I had forgotten about. It reminds me that I did a good thing for myself yesterday and I can do it again today.
I’ve had a pretty good morning routine for quite a while now. There’s no need to change that. When I first wake up, I drink a big (16 oz) glass of water. By drink, I mean chug. Sometimes I have a second one, but not always. Then I sit down at my kitchen island with The Facts newspaper and savor two cups of coffee. Isabella gets me a new coffee mug every year for Christmas and each mug is covered with a mosaic of family photos. I love my coffee and my coffee mugs. The faces of my family watch over me in the morning as I learn about the goings on of Brazoria County. . . who died, who got married, who had a baby, what events will be going on this weekend. . . I take it all in and think about this community and the people I love.
After my coffee, I had a cup of Greek yogurt with a half cup of blueberries, a little honey, and some chopped almonds on top. It was delicious. Before I left for work, I boiled some eggs to have ready for my snack. I took my lunch (remember I saved half of my Turkey Avocado Cobb Salad from last night) and two boiled eggs to work with me. My breakfast didn’t tide me over that long, and I found that I was very hungry by noon but my lunch was very satisfying and filling. I had to run some errands in the afternoon, but instead of stopping for fast food when I got hungry, I ate the two boiled eggs while I was in my car.
Claudia came home from College Station today. When she got home around 6, Jason and I were preparing dinner. He broiled salmon and steamed some green beans while I prepared a warm kale and barley salad with dill. All four of us enjoyed dinner, but I didn’t have enough to put aside for tomorrow. Since tomorrow is Saturday, I should be able to scrounge together a good lunch any way.
After dinner, Jason and I took a long walk around our neighborhood. We walked about three miles, not too fast but not too slow either. We both grew up in the neighborhood, so we enjoyed re-telling some of our childhood stories. . . we laughed about the day he decided that he had had enough of day care (back then it was called Candy Cane Cottage) and walked himself home in the middle of the day. We marveled at some of the things we drive by every day, but never seem to notice. . . mainly all of the colossal old oak trees standing guard over the old neighborhoods.
It’s close to bed time now. I’m not hungry at all. It’s been a good day.