It’s been a while since I’ve been able to sit at the kitchen bar and indulge in a cup of coffee uninterrupted. Not that the distractions of the day are too important, they just seem to always happen when my coffee is hot.
While I sit here, watching the morning sky brighten, I think about the quiet slips of paper in my mind The lives of those I love, how ten years ago I would’ve never imagined myself where I am, and then-how could I even entertain where I’ll be ten years from now. Just the fluffy stuff that I don’t usually have much time to think about.
I posted something on my Facebook yesterday about gaining 5 pounds. (Just a recap-I had lost 18lbs on weight watchers since July, 2009. Over the last two weeks, I gained five of them back.) So I owned them publicly in an attempt to get over the shame and embarrassment. Now, here’s where I dive into my own thoughts for a minute. If someone were to ask me- was it worth it? Were the last two weeks of candy/fatty foods worth the feelings of guilt? I would be inclined to say, Yep. In most of my dealings with weight-loss, nutrition, etc., there’s always that question. Is the food worth feeling crappy? Well, here’s where I wonder, if we didn’t’ make food and the enjoyment of tastes so taboo- would it be such a problem for some people?
(Disclaimer: of course there are always exceptions. Ffood and weight will always be issues for people as long as there is air and we still eat)
Here’s the thing, I enjoy my food. I enjoy the creamy texture of ice cream, the cold sensation that it gives my mouth. I like crunchy food, smothered with fat filled cheese. There’s no substitution. Those sensory experiences make me feel better. My brain doesn’t care how much carriage I tote, it cares about what makes me feel good. So, on the one hand you have that. On the other you have the life experiences and in some cases, medical profession, telling you that it isn’t healthy to eat those kinds of things. White sugar is the food devil, and fat clogs your arteries. Therefore you are faced with the conflict that what you truly enjoy is bad for you. That’s disharmony at its finest. How come there’s never been a Romeo and Juliet or Twilight series about ice cream and the woman who loves it? I digress.
Now I’m faced with a dilemma. Something that I enjoy at my most primitive level is bad for me. So what happens when I eat those things? I get pleasure from the experience, only to be tackled by the guilt for having partaken in such unhealthy indulgence (talk about issues, right?) and enjoyed it. Guilt Fest 2009 ensues. So what would happen if I didn’t label things bad for me? Would limits go out the window along with self-control? Would chaos ensue?
It reminds me of a child with a new Christmas toy. At first, he’s going to play with that thing every minute of every day until he’s sick of it. Then once in a while he’s going to play it, but not with the obsessive need he once did. If we were to experiment with ourselves and indulge in the foods we love, would the same happen? In the book, Eat, Love & Pray (I forgot the authors name) but she does just that. For a year she eats. Whatever she wants, however much she wants. Of course, she does it in Rome and follows that up with a stint in India for about a year, too. Who wouldn’t love to do that? Sign me up.
So what do you think? Do we want what’s bad for you because you need it? Want it? Want it cuz you’re told y shouldn’t have it? What would happen to you if you just ate what you wanted?

I said I would post it and finally, here it is. On a side note, WW weigh in- down anther .6lbs. Topic for the week is how to take care of yourself. What do you need to be successful and good care of yourself- not just others. Hmmm. What do you guys think? Lately 20 minutes of silence with a sweet cup of coffee has been cutting it for me. I know that’s not really taking care of myself but you do the best you can, right?








It’s crappy cold here in the south suburbs of Chicago. It’s rainy, it’s gray, it’s 59 degrees but feels like 40. It’s definitely Chicken Dumpling soup day with a little Harry Connick Jr in the background. I don’t have a lot of time to work on this soup. That’s why I LOVE LOVE LOVE this recipe I’m going to share with you. It was originally printed in the Cooks Country Feb/Mar 2009 issue. It’s one of their 30 minute pull out cards. Truth be told, it takes a little longer than that, but not much. Let me shut up now.




It’s Tuesday. It feels like it should be Sunday of next week. In the past I’d say each of my four kids has their turn pulling me in his or her direction at any given time. It’s alot like juggling really. Today all of the balls fell on my head. Literally at one point. I have to be thankful that my life is as entertaining as it is. 



