Monday and I remain the reigning Queen of Rationalization. My morning began with a sense of disappointment at restarting the clock, again, on 'Mindful Eating and not exceeding my RDI' but as I moved about working on little things my mood lifted. And as I easily climbed up on the step ladder to water the plants on the top cabinet I decided 'The day could have been better but also could have been a whole lot worse and not all of your accomplishments originate from a food scale. I was granted another day to continue and improve.' So there. ::: mentally polishing my tiara:::
Yesterday marked eleven months. I decided to recognize the date with a good 'ole 'Cutty style grocery Shopping.' One of his greatest pleasures was seeing bags & bags of food bring brought in; he loved walking past a fully stocked and organized pantry. It gave him a great sense of security and accomplishment. Myself, I typically buy a backpack at a time in attempt to shop mostly fresh walking to the store. But several times this past week I attempted to create something in my kitchen and found the shelves lacking so I decided Sunday was the day.
No bike riding yesterday - typical Texas weather the temps picked up and while *I* can tolerate the warmer temps, Ms. Mushy cannot and what's the sense of going if she can't? So I did tidy and reorganize my studio and caught up with a few other little things around here.
In exchange for the beans & stuff I sent home with him last week, Stick dropped off a box of pork (chops, steaks, sausage, bacon & more) from one of his processed hogs. Wow! It has been a while since I tasted home grown pork. I started with some of the ground sausage yesterday and I don't know if it was the absence of mass produced fillers and seasoning but it was fabulous. I don't think I've tasted such a 'clean' sausage ever.
I made a 'sausage roll' but used a biscuit dough instead of the suggested pizza crust on the recipe and shared it with the SIL as we discussed the plan for Thanksgiving. For all the times I'm frustrated with Blondie I do have to tip my hat to her - she has her DH well trained domestically; something I was never able to accomplish (nor really wanted to) as he does at least 75% of the cooking in their household.
Pork roast simmering in the slow cooker - my favorite scent next to Chanel. Mushy is enjoying the warm sunlight coming thru the back door. Life is good. Hope yours is too today.
Bella
