FullaBella's Journal, 14 Aug 14

Some days you just gotta laugh at yourself. I generally do it so that I beat others to the punch. Yesterday was no exception. I’d invited Blondie’s crew, aka the food vacuums, over for dinner Tuesday night. I was wanting homemade enchiladas and that’s just not a single serve meal; at least, not one I’ve mastered. Maybe some day I’ll get a tortilla maker and manage to make ONE. Until then, plan B - the plate cleaning crew.

Regardless - my dishwasher broke and it already had a full load to be washed PLUS the mountains that stacked up with the meal preparation. Four pans of baked on cheese (as I did a variety of enchiladas) plus all of the bowls and plates with dried refried beans, spanish rice, guacamole, you get the idea. When I woke to the washer in standing water (inside thankfully) I thought ‘okay, where am I going to stack all of these dirty dishes until ‘the guy’ gets here.

Oh, yeah, duh, Bells.. You Wash Them. By Hand. Remember?

Point? Really, there is one. Tuesday afternoon, the event that prompted the family meal, Blondie came here; she’d been having a really bad day and just left work early. I’d already known that early that day and had fresh sunflowers delivered to her with a card reading ‘Here’s Your Hug until I see you Tonight’ but I guess she couldn’t wait. So she vented a little and I said ‘let’s play hookie.’ I shut down the shop and we went to the movies. On a Tuesday. In the middle of the day. I’m a wild woman.

We saw “Lucy” and I’ll refrain from spoilers beyond what you could see in the trailer. Due to some situations the character begins to increase her use of her brain from the average 10% most of us use to 100%. But with each ‘increase’ of intelligence, her emotions drain. She becomes robotic. And to be in possession of all that knowledge and power, she was quite sad and miserable.

And if you’ve read this far, I’m finally making my point. I was reflecting how easily robotic my day to day actions can get. It’s as if, the more I learn, relating to food, nutrition, habits, etc., some days I feel less pleasure. I’m not lost or giving up - don’t panic and warm up the pep talks. It’s merely the recognition that:



But that’s a single event too. For every excess, there is a price. I get that too. Again, I’m not in need of a rescue. I’m fine. However, I've often recognized as well:



I guess I'm reflecting the dishwasher broke at a good time; although there’s really no good time for an appliance to break. It just helped me think for a few days (repairman comes today to determine why it sounds like a 747 is trying to land in my kitchen) about some of the things I do in the kitchen beyond just the food I put in my mouth. It’s not all about the eating; it’s about the processes before and after.





It may make sense to you reading this, it may not. Either way, thank you for stopping by to visit with me and sticking around for the rambling. Hope you all have a wonderful day in your world today.

Bella

86.2 kg Lost so far: 43.1 kg.    Still to go: 4.5 kg.    Diet followed: Reasonably Well.

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2791 kcal

Fat: 125.90g | Prot: 128.23g | Carbs: 241.59g.   Breakfast: Butter (Salted), Schwan's Southern Style Biscuits, Cheddar Cheese, Schwan's Fully Cooked Angus Chopped Beef Steak, Baileys Original Irish Cream, Miso Soup, Tsunami Pickled Ginger, Sushiya Spicy Salmon Roll, Apples, Spectrum Organic Virgin Coconut Oil, Mezzetta Super Colossal Spanish Queen Pimiento Stuffed Green Olives, GNC Total Lean Shake - Cookies & Cream, Eagle Brand Sweetened Condensed Milk, Coffee-Mate Hazelnut Coffee Creamer, Trader Joe's Salsa Verde, StarKist Foods Chunk Light Tuna in Water. more...