You may think that I’m talking foolish
You’ve heard that I’m wild and I’m free
You may wonder how I can promise you now
This love that I feel for you always will be
Somehow in Texas country music sounds better than it does anywhere else. It belongs. I was living in Texas when I first heard the Randy Travis song “Forever and Ever, Amen”. Once for fun, I sent it to a local radio station to play to mark my parent’s 30th wedding anniversary. I never really thought about the words of that song again until recently. That particular song may be kind of sentimental, but to me it expresses perfectly something that I have learned about my father over the last few years, and I have trouble finding other words that express the feeling as well. Continue reading “A Father’s Example”
When I was a little girl I used to refuse to eat the Picadillo my mother would make because it contained raisins. It was sort of an unreasonable kid thing to do, but I could steadfastly refuse, so I did.
If you aren’t familiar with Picadillo it is a traditional Spanish dish, a kind of a chili that has a couple of surprises: cinnamon and raisins. And, Picadillo is one of my dad’s favorite dishes. Traditionally it is served over rice, and dad always used to eat it with a fried egg on top.
In my recent quest to eat more healthily, I have scoured my cookbooks for recipes that cut the fat but not the taste and that fit into my hectic schedule. I was surprised to find a recipe for Picadillo in a Weight Watchers cookbook. So, I quickly pulled our family cookbook, Fruits, Nuts and Flakes, from its place on the shelf and found my mother’s Picadillo recipe. Mom’s recipe is actually lower fat, higher fiber and lower sodium than the Weight Watcher’s one, so I immediately set forth cooking my mom’s Picadillo. Continue reading “Partaking of the Picadillo”
Sometimes if you take time to eavesdrop at a breakfast table of middle aged (or older folks) at a restaurant or listen to the conversation in a beauty parlor, you’ll hear comments like “Kids today, I don’t know what the world is coming to” or “This generation! Tsk, Tsk”.
I’m as guilty as the rest of my generation and those older of making the same sweeping generalizations, but I should know better.
Do you know why I should know better? Because I am a parent of one of these “kids today.” And do you know what? She’s pretty awesome, smart, and almost every day, if I’m paying attention, she teaches me something. Continue reading “Kids Today”
So my lifestyle change has started off well, yielding the desired 1.0 pound/week weight loss that I am aiming for. Very slow, very tedious, but the more slowly it comes off, the more likely it is to stay off. And, the more likely I am to actually effect a lifestyle change rather than a “diet and exercise program” that has a defined beginning and end, ending me up right where I was when I started.
The problem with my lifestyle change is that the weight, as has been the case with past diet and exercise programs I have tried, apparently has come off my feet.
Whew! I have always been so concerned about my great big feet. Continue reading “Tread Lightly with Those Big Feet”
The internal dialog starts when I turn my car to enter the parking deck at work.
“Ugh, I really don’t want to climb the two flights of stairs from the parking space to the office.”
“But you should,” the little nag on my shoulder chimes in. “You’ve got weight to lose.”
“But, I’m tired, and my backpack is heavy.”
“But, you have cholesterol to lower and the threat of statins hanging over your head.”
“But, the stairwell is cold.”
I enter the elevator lobby and fumble around a bit. “Aw, darn it, I forgot my proximity card; I can’t unlock the elevator. I’ll have to climb the stairs so I can bang on the door to get somebody to let me in.”
“If you exercised more your mind would be sharper, and you wouldn’t be so forgetful.” The little nag says gleefully as I trudge up the stairs. Continue reading “Extend Good Manners Even to Yourself: Always Ask Nicely”