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Food, cat angst and fog
Apr. 6th, 2015 03:30 pmThoughts on fibromyalgia, health, things I do to try to fend off decades of bad living. I am currently disabled due to fibro. That list of crap goes on and on. But I am trying to live better, greener, healthier, and TRYING to reduce stress. So today's post will deal with: food.
I hate it. But I love it. There are days I completely forget to eat (seriously. Anyone with fibro fog may attest to it) and there are days I merely graze through things. This is not good. Then there are days when I spend precious pennies on junk food and candy. Also so not good for me.
Yesterday was Easter. Now, I don't celebrate Easter so much, not like most other people do. I note the seasonal change as Ostara, which never seems to coincide with the fanatical Easter celebration. But I do host a large breakfast for my family, and have done so since they were born every Easter Sunday.
I made Eggs Goldenrod, fresh Polish sausage with marjoram (which I foolishly browned in bacon grease so the delish of the sausage was overpowered with bacon flavor - as if that sentence could even make sense because I am a bacon fiend) and tried to cook a ham. However the pilot light of my hand-me-down-its-free-so-don't-complain oven kept going out so we just stuck with the other foods. Oh, and the bacon. Lets see...what else? Hot coffee, orange juice and milk. AND A CAKE. (gods. Trying to be healthy when there's a huge cake in the house is moronic.) And did I mention I was gluten intolerant? Well, there it was. A giant cake. Rising over all in the middle of the table like a fat little king.
Today I have left over half cooked ham, sausage, orange juice and cake. (hmmm. No leftover bacon. How odd.)
I managed to throw the cake away. It took a few tries. I had to bite it a few times to gain control over it but managed to get it into the bin with very little weeping. Then I threw in a bag of used cat litter to keep me from evil second thoughts. Seriously. I did.
I kept the giant rectangular plastic case it was in though, and this morning planted all my little attempts at herbal house plants and set them inside to roast in the sun. And possibly live to grow into sage, rosemary, thyme, cilantro, parsely and basil. We'll see. I actually have to set a reminder in my daily calendar to send me an email every other day to water my plants. The brain fog steals more than brain cells from me. It steals plant life unless I have it there yelping at me in the morning when I open my email reminding me that plants are people too. Plants don't scream at me or sit on my keyboard or stare in an aggressive non-blinking manner the way the cats do in order to compel me to feed and water them, so I tend to forget about them unless I remind myself in some way. Online calendars are the bomb for people like me. ( I just laughed at myself thinking about the cats trying to get me to feed them. "The power of Friskies compels you! THE POWER OF FRISKIES COMPELS YOU!!!")
In other news: I had a carton of cherry-applesauce singles that I got from the food pantry, three bananas, one over-ripe avocado, some raspberries, two pears and some spinach. All of which needed to be eaten immediately to avoid spoilage. Instead of making myself sick (and fat) from eating all that at once, I divided everything up into about 12 baggies, poured the leftover orange juice into each one, and put them into the freezer. Now I have a couple weeks worth of green smoothies to look forward too.
I actually felt accomplished after doing all that today. Threw away cake, (big score!), fed the cats, sort of mopped the kitchen floor (right now I have a possible broken collar bone, and a sprained ankle. Fibro makes me very clumsy at times, and I was born awkward, so life is a series of tumbles. In many ways. So, sort-of mopping is a hilarious yet news worthy endeavor.) Made my smoothies, put the cartons and plastics into the recycling bin, and in a last burst of energy, made some cinnamon streusel iced tea. Better for me than soda. Except that I crave a soda.
I try not to think of the kitty littered cake that is now safely bagged and in the outside container waiting to be taken away. Trying not to think of something is the same thing as thinking of something all the time, I have discovered.
I think I'll have some tea.
I hate it. But I love it. There are days I completely forget to eat (seriously. Anyone with fibro fog may attest to it) and there are days I merely graze through things. This is not good. Then there are days when I spend precious pennies on junk food and candy. Also so not good for me.
Yesterday was Easter. Now, I don't celebrate Easter so much, not like most other people do. I note the seasonal change as Ostara, which never seems to coincide with the fanatical Easter celebration. But I do host a large breakfast for my family, and have done so since they were born every Easter Sunday.
I made Eggs Goldenrod, fresh Polish sausage with marjoram (which I foolishly browned in bacon grease so the delish of the sausage was overpowered with bacon flavor - as if that sentence could even make sense because I am a bacon fiend) and tried to cook a ham. However the pilot light of my hand-me-down-its-free-so-don't-complain oven kept going out so we just stuck with the other foods. Oh, and the bacon. Lets see...what else? Hot coffee, orange juice and milk. AND A CAKE. (gods. Trying to be healthy when there's a huge cake in the house is moronic.) And did I mention I was gluten intolerant? Well, there it was. A giant cake. Rising over all in the middle of the table like a fat little king.
Today I have left over half cooked ham, sausage, orange juice and cake. (hmmm. No leftover bacon. How odd.)
I managed to throw the cake away. It took a few tries. I had to bite it a few times to gain control over it but managed to get it into the bin with very little weeping. Then I threw in a bag of used cat litter to keep me from evil second thoughts. Seriously. I did.
I kept the giant rectangular plastic case it was in though, and this morning planted all my little attempts at herbal house plants and set them inside to roast in the sun. And possibly live to grow into sage, rosemary, thyme, cilantro, parsely and basil. We'll see. I actually have to set a reminder in my daily calendar to send me an email every other day to water my plants. The brain fog steals more than brain cells from me. It steals plant life unless I have it there yelping at me in the morning when I open my email reminding me that plants are people too. Plants don't scream at me or sit on my keyboard or stare in an aggressive non-blinking manner the way the cats do in order to compel me to feed and water them, so I tend to forget about them unless I remind myself in some way. Online calendars are the bomb for people like me. ( I just laughed at myself thinking about the cats trying to get me to feed them. "The power of Friskies compels you! THE POWER OF FRISKIES COMPELS YOU!!!")
In other news: I had a carton of cherry-applesauce singles that I got from the food pantry, three bananas, one over-ripe avocado, some raspberries, two pears and some spinach. All of which needed to be eaten immediately to avoid spoilage. Instead of making myself sick (and fat) from eating all that at once, I divided everything up into about 12 baggies, poured the leftover orange juice into each one, and put them into the freezer. Now I have a couple weeks worth of green smoothies to look forward too.
I actually felt accomplished after doing all that today. Threw away cake, (big score!), fed the cats, sort of mopped the kitchen floor (right now I have a possible broken collar bone, and a sprained ankle. Fibro makes me very clumsy at times, and I was born awkward, so life is a series of tumbles. In many ways. So, sort-of mopping is a hilarious yet news worthy endeavor.) Made my smoothies, put the cartons and plastics into the recycling bin, and in a last burst of energy, made some cinnamon streusel iced tea. Better for me than soda. Except that I crave a soda.
I try not to think of the kitty littered cake that is now safely bagged and in the outside container waiting to be taken away. Trying not to think of something is the same thing as thinking of something all the time, I have discovered.
I think I'll have some tea.
