Cooking Kathleen

I am cooking a lot these days. I am not a great cook, I must admit. Never have been. I make only a few things well-you know, the meals you make that people ask you to make again. One is popcorn, which is not a meal, so that doesn't count (although, if I may toot my own horn, I make some crazy good popcorn). I made my risotto tonight (I LOVE risotto). It is a light version of a calorie-intense recipe. I'm a fan of rice in general.

Cooking has helped me control what I'm eating, of course, although the tendency to eat in the evening is still there. Tonight's confession: I really like to snack at night. Since it had taken on the character of a hobby, I decided I need to change that. So, I've really cut down on the snacking. Eating shouldn't be your evening hobby, although it has been mine at times.

I did OK exercising this week. It was family visitation this week-in Virginia to see my mom and clan, in-law visit for a few days, and a day trip to see my Dad on Friday. It cut down on my exercise time, along with a wedding at Nativity this week. Nonetheless, no one chained me to my sofa in the evenings, so it's one me. Two days of exercise this week is not enough.

I had fits and starts with prayer helping me in my healthy living "experiment." Good on some days, neglectful on others. This week took on a tone of me being in charge of my week instead of seeking guidance from One wiser. This happens all the time to me. I truck along as the one in charge, and then I get a reminder in some seemingly small, trivial way. "Oh, right. I'm not the decider" (to quote our last President).

So, I'm still at it. It's slow!

Devon and I just made a 9 pm date to do some yoga. Gotta go!

Smaller Jeans, Sorer Joints

Week 3 of healthier living went well, save a trip to Virginia for birthday parties and football games. Weekends prove to be a problem.

Nevertheless, eating healthier felt good most of the time. When you start to accept that your body is not your own, but rather that you are a steward of it for your lifetime and it is really God's creation, it makes it a bit easier to care about yourself. At least for this week, it worked for me most of the time.

Working out is making me chronically sore and tired. However, it looks like it is time to buy a pair of smaller jeans. So, I'll celebrate this small victory.

I don't really like posting this stuff, but it is providing some accountability, which we all need when we are changing long-ingrained behaviors. I can't promise every week will be filled with happy tales of weight loss, vegetable ingestion and abstinence from buffalo wings. But I hope God gives me the courage to post even if I walk a bit off path.

Direction, not intention, determines destination. This past week was fairly directionally on target.

Here's to next week...(sadly, there is no Corona for me to toast with, though)...