I got the flu or a bug or something that made my head feel as though it was going to explode. This headache was served with a side of a spots in my vision, chills, a low grade fever, neck pain, sore throat and a little tummy discomfort. It took me out of the rounds for a couple of days. It was sneaky and came up on me fast. I felt like one minute I was snowshoeing with the young man I love whole heatedly and then bam!
I may have been out of it, but I'm back now to tell you that 7 days later and I'm still keeping at my stomach healing process. And I feel really great (despite the above mentioned issue). I don't feel as sluggish as I had before I started. I can eat a bigger range of food now and for the most part (had a few hiccups here and there) everything is going along pretty good. I made it through the hardest part.
I wanted to reassure anyone who was wondering if this is a healthy diet. This is not a way of life for me. I am not using this White Diet as a way to loose weight. It is not a quick fix, fad, celebrity endorsed, bikini ready trend. This particular way is just something to bring peace to my bowels and nothing more. As soon as I have made the repairs that were needed, then I will move on to the next phase of my project. Until then (only a week-ish), I will eat stomach healing rice, pasta, white bread, rice chex, rice crispies, cream of rice & wheat, ramen noodles, chicken, potatoes, turkey, oatmeal, cooked vegetables, applesauce, eggs, fish and legumes with a smile and the love that will lead me to the next step.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
The Test
Today was a day of tests. I was able to add chicken to my list and so far so good. I really was not worried--eager, yes. I felt like a kid of the first day of school. Wondering all the different culinary combinations I could create with a humble piece of white meat and my other selection of white foods. My first adventure was white rice and a broiled chicken breast. I find it hard to believe that there really is flavor in all the blandness.
The chicken was not the real test. The test was that my daughter and I spend the day away from home while my son had a computer birthday party with his friends. That meant being away from home for a meal. I called a couple of places ahead of time to see if I could order plain pasta and chicken--pasta was they could do, chicken was almost due-able (Noodles and Company could give me everything I wanted except they cook the chicken in oil and, well oil is not an option at this moment. So I packed my rice and chicken thermos and headed out. Once at the restaurant, I told them that I had to bring my lunch and I hoped they didn't mind that I ate it there--I had informed them that I was currently eating a very limited list of foods. They said it was not a problem at all and that they understood (thanks Smiling Moose).--Sorry for all the lunch details--but sometimes I need to pound out these boring details for my own good.
But again--not really the test. The girl and I went to a movie. Where they have movie theater popcorn. And I bought some. A kids snack pack. For her. I had water. And it was really okay. I remember going to the movies all the time when I was growing up and never ordering anything. Weird how you can go two or so hours without eating anything at all. How ever did I make it through the entire show?
The real test was this morning. The one that made me realize that I am stronger than I knew. A test that proved that I actually have been transformed--what else could ever explain the phenomenon that happened today. I (I hate to admit this for fear that someone might take my sash away) I, Stacy, went to a Girl Scout Cookie rally and did not sample a single cookie. Not one. Not even a thin mint. That is pure strength. I. Believe. I've got this.
The chicken was not the real test. The test was that my daughter and I spend the day away from home while my son had a computer birthday party with his friends. That meant being away from home for a meal. I called a couple of places ahead of time to see if I could order plain pasta and chicken--pasta was they could do, chicken was almost due-able (Noodles and Company could give me everything I wanted except they cook the chicken in oil and, well oil is not an option at this moment. So I packed my rice and chicken thermos and headed out. Once at the restaurant, I told them that I had to bring my lunch and I hoped they didn't mind that I ate it there--I had informed them that I was currently eating a very limited list of foods. They said it was not a problem at all and that they understood (thanks Smiling Moose).--Sorry for all the lunch details--but sometimes I need to pound out these boring details for my own good.
But again--not really the test. The girl and I went to a movie. Where they have movie theater popcorn. And I bought some. A kids snack pack. For her. I had water. And it was really okay. I remember going to the movies all the time when I was growing up and never ordering anything. Weird how you can go two or so hours without eating anything at all. How ever did I make it through the entire show?
The real test was this morning. The one that made me realize that I am stronger than I knew. A test that proved that I actually have been transformed--what else could ever explain the phenomenon that happened today. I (I hate to admit this for fear that someone might take my sash away) I, Stacy, went to a Girl Scout Cookie rally and did not sample a single cookie. Not one. Not even a thin mint. That is pure strength. I. Believe. I've got this.
Friday, January 4, 2013
The Orange
The fragrance of a freshly peeled orange bursting in my nostrils. The oils lingering on my fingers. Taunting me. Waking me. Pleading that I take notice. I notice. I do. I notice that there is more to you then just chew, chew, swallow. I'm aware of your texture, your coolness, the sound of your peel being gently pulled away, the weight of you in my hand, your bright color. This isn't about forbidden fruits. It's about awareness. Reprogramming. Appreciation. Longing for a taste knowing that one day, it will be the sweetest morsel that has ever crossed my lips. Waiting. Wishing. Dreaming. Savoring one small bite at a time. Nourishing and Nurturing pulp, thank you for filling up my senses today.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Day Two
I made it through the first 24 hours. I am still alive. The headache only lasted a few hours. Nothing major to report.
I did make some discovries during the first day.
I did make some discovries during the first day.
- Spaghetti cools off really fast and is tricky to eat on account that it sticks to itself like Seran Wrap.
- Rice Chex is a pretty good snack
- Raman is okay with out the seasoning packet
- Rice is nice
- Cream of Wheat without sugar or butter or anything else added will not kill you.
- Holiday eating guilt and sufferages can be cured with bread
- I really am capable
- I have a lot of people reading my blog that I would love to have become followers :)
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Renivation Project: It's all White
I'm rolling up my sleeves and getting ready to start my first project. This one is about healing and repair--and is personal.
I have had stomach issues for years--years. I don't want to get into too many details--for your sake and mine. I like to place blame on my inactive Thyroid (if the lazy thing would work, I wouldn't be so quick to point my finger at it, even if it's not true). The quick and dirty of my issue is, I'm tired of it. Putting in new organs (or removing parts of me) is not really an option for me, so I turned to one of my favorite heath care peoples web site (karenhurd.com) and did some re-searching and finally decided to try the White Diet to help repair my innards.
Today is day one of the first 3 days. Everything is all white--not that I can eat everything that is white, it is a very limited list of white: white bread, white rice, white pasta, cream of rice, cream of wheat, rice crispies, and rice chex--oooohh and also raman noodles, just the noodles. And Water (and exception to the white) No butter, sauce, spice--just plain plain plain delights for the next few days to feed my insides gentlely--nothing abrasive or harsh. And as much as I want.
I'm trying to face this with as much positive vibes as I can. I'm excited to challenge myself and test my limits (because it's not just 3 days. No. After 3 days, I slowly add items back into my life for 12 more days--unless I have some hurdles to get over then it could take longer). I'm excited. And I'm also tired of the issues. Really tired. Tired enough to feast of a bland, colorless, caffeine free buffet for the next three days.
How far will I make it? Maybe if I blog about it and have the support from my fan club, I can make it further than just past lunch.
Update: It is now past lunch time. Hunger level fine--Rice Chex and Pasta in my belly. The headache from lack of caffeine is hitting me hard. This too shall pass.
I have had stomach issues for years--years. I don't want to get into too many details--for your sake and mine. I like to place blame on my inactive Thyroid (if the lazy thing would work, I wouldn't be so quick to point my finger at it, even if it's not true). The quick and dirty of my issue is, I'm tired of it. Putting in new organs (or removing parts of me) is not really an option for me, so I turned to one of my favorite heath care peoples web site (karenhurd.com) and did some re-searching and finally decided to try the White Diet to help repair my innards.
Today is day one of the first 3 days. Everything is all white--not that I can eat everything that is white, it is a very limited list of white: white bread, white rice, white pasta, cream of rice, cream of wheat, rice crispies, and rice chex--oooohh and also raman noodles, just the noodles. And Water (and exception to the white) No butter, sauce, spice--just plain plain plain delights for the next few days to feed my insides gentlely--nothing abrasive or harsh. And as much as I want.
I'm trying to face this with as much positive vibes as I can. I'm excited to challenge myself and test my limits (because it's not just 3 days. No. After 3 days, I slowly add items back into my life for 12 more days--unless I have some hurdles to get over then it could take longer). I'm excited. And I'm also tired of the issues. Really tired. Tired enough to feast of a bland, colorless, caffeine free buffet for the next three days.
How far will I make it? Maybe if I blog about it and have the support from my fan club, I can make it further than just past lunch.
Update: It is now past lunch time. Hunger level fine--Rice Chex and Pasta in my belly. The headache from lack of caffeine is hitting me hard. This too shall pass.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
2013--A New Year and New {re}Beginning
I feel rushed this year. The holiday season has been busy and full and wonderful and fun and busy. Busy. I have loved every moment of it, but am looking forward to getting back into our normal grove. Back to work, back to school, back to evening filled with here and there and not a moments rest. I'm well rested. Too rested. My creative brain seems to work better on the brink of exhaustion. I feel better. My senses more alert. My mind seems quieter and stiller. Or maybe that is just what I tell myself. To get by. It works. I get by.
I'm so excited to share my word. I think it is a far different word than I have used in the past and I hope the results and the connections click and things fall into place with out too much of a hitch. I love all my words really. They have become my friends over the years. Some staying in the strong for front and others softly slipping behinds the sceens waiting for their role to be needed. I love my words. I love words. I love.
In honor of keeping this tradition going for FIVE years. I wanted to find the perfect word. That was a challenge because, in essence, all words are perfect. I want a word that celebrates the best of me. A word that repairs and heals and moves me forward while reflecting in glory and beauty. Strong lines of Art Deco, soft and gentle flow of the Victorian era, simplicity of lean years, oddness of the 80's, cleanest of Frank Lloyd Write, sturdy. The reveal: My word for 2013 is RENOVATE:
ren·o·vate
I'm so excited to get to work. I want to bring back the best of myself while living in the today. With love, care and time, I can get the job done. I know that renovations always seem to take longer than planned. I'm in no hurry, but I look forward to the revile.
In health, love and renovation--To a Beautiful 2013.
I'm so excited to share my word. I think it is a far different word than I have used in the past and I hope the results and the connections click and things fall into place with out too much of a hitch. I love all my words really. They have become my friends over the years. Some staying in the strong for front and others softly slipping behinds the sceens waiting for their role to be needed. I love my words. I love words. I love.
In honor of keeping this tradition going for FIVE years. I wanted to find the perfect word. That was a challenge because, in essence, all words are perfect. I want a word that celebrates the best of me. A word that repairs and heals and moves me forward while reflecting in glory and beauty. Strong lines of Art Deco, soft and gentle flow of the Victorian era, simplicity of lean years, oddness of the 80's, cleanest of Frank Lloyd Write, sturdy. The reveal: My word for 2013 is RENOVATE:
ren·o·vate
transitive verb \ˈre-nə-ˌvāt\ ren·o·vat·edren·o·vat·ing
1: to restore to a former better state (as by cleaning, repairing, or rebuilding)
2: to restore to life, vigor, or activity.
I'm so excited to get to work. I want to bring back the best of myself while living in the today. With love, care and time, I can get the job done. I know that renovations always seem to take longer than planned. I'm in no hurry, but I look forward to the revile.
In health, love and renovation--To a Beautiful 2013.
A quick{ish} Review
This year marks the 5 year anniversary of my Word. It all started with a word that was pinging around in my brain and bust into action after reading a blog a friend had posted. When I checked the original source link, I found that the page no longer exists. Bummer. With some further sleuthing, I found that the source has just moved and become bigger than just one small word (you can even pursue your word in class form) Read all about it here: http://www.bigpictureclasses.com/onelittleword2013.php
My first word choice was Wassail: (wŏs'əl, wŏ-sāl') n. 1) A salutation or toast given in drinking some one's health or as an expression of goodwill at a festivity. 2) The drink used in such toasting, commonly ale or wine spiced with roasted apples and sugar. 3) A festivity characterized by much drinking.v., -sailed, -sail·ing, -sails.v.tr. To drink to the health of; toast.
v.intr. To engage in or drink a wassail.
[Middle English, contraction of wæshæil, be healthy, from Old Norse ves heill : ves, imperative sing. of vera, to be + heill, healthy.]
I did not spend the year drunk--I used the word as a motivator to celebrate life. To enjoy. To live. In heath and festivity. I still love this word.
Year two was the year of Possibility : (ps-bl-t) n. pl. pos·si·bil·i·ties 1. The fact or state of being possible. 2. Something that is possible. 3. possibilities Potentiality for favorable or interesting results.
This was a lesson in learning how big one small word can be. It was a year when the possibility of anything could (positive or negative) could happen. What a growing year it turned into.
Simple: /ˈsɪmpəl/ [sim-puhl] Show IPA
adjective, -pler, -plest, noun
–adjective
1. easy to understand, deal with, use, etc.: a simple matter; simple tools.
2. not elaborate or artificial; plain: a simple style.
3. not ornate or luxurious; unadorned: a simple gown.
4. unaffected; unassuming; modest: a simple manner.
5. not complicated: a simple design.
6. not complex or compound; single.
7. occurring or considered alone; mere; bare: the simple truth; a simple fact.
8. free of deceit or guile; sincere; unconditional: a frank, simple answer.
9. common or ordinary: a simple soldier.
10. not grand or sophisticated; unpretentious: a simple way of life.
11. humble or lowly: simple folk.
12. inconsequential or rudimentary.
13. unlearned; ignorant.
14. lacking mental acuteness or sense: a simple way of thinking.
15. unsophisticated; naive; credulous.
16. simpleminded.
17. Chemistry .
a. composed of only one substance or element: a simple substance.
b. not mixed.
18. Botany . not divided into parts: a simple leaf; a simple stem.
19. Zoology . not compound: a simple ascidian.
20. Music . uncompounded or without overtones; single: simple tone.
21. Grammar . having only the head without modifying elements included: The simple subject of “The dappled pony gazed over the fence” is “pony.” Compare complete ( def. 5 ) .
22. (of a verb tense) consisting of a main verb with no auxiliaries, as takes (simple present) or stood (simple past) ( opposed to compound).
23. Mathematics . linear ( def. 7 ) .
24. Optics . (of a lens) having two optical surfaces only.
–noun
25. an ignorant, foolish, or gullible person.
26. something simple, unmixed, or uncompounded.
27. simples, Textiles . cords for controlling the warp threads in forming the shed on draw-looms.
28. a person of humble origins; commoner.
29. an herb or other plant used for medicinal purposes: country simples.
After a year of possibilities, simple was all I wanted. For the most part, I think I nailed at least one aspect of the word.
The word for 2012 was Present: pres·ent /ˈprɛzənt/ adjective
1. being, existing, or occurring at this time or now; current
For me, being present is a challenge. I am always thinking ahead for what is the next this or that and have a hard time being still. I will continue to work at this. I'm sure by the time I am a grandparent many many many many years from now--I will have mastered Present.
So a very short review drawn out long to build anticipation for the New Year and a New Word. My word for 2013 is: (wait for it) . . .
My first word choice was Wassail: (wŏs'əl, wŏ-sāl') n. 1) A salutation or toast given in drinking some one's health or as an expression of goodwill at a festivity. 2) The drink used in such toasting, commonly ale or wine spiced with roasted apples and sugar. 3) A festivity characterized by much drinking.v., -sailed, -sail·ing, -sails.v.tr. To drink to the health of; toast.
v.intr. To engage in or drink a wassail.
[Middle English, contraction of wæshæil, be healthy, from Old Norse ves heill : ves, imperative sing. of vera, to be + heill, healthy.]
I did not spend the year drunk--I used the word as a motivator to celebrate life. To enjoy. To live. In heath and festivity. I still love this word.
Year two was the year of Possibility : (ps-bl-t) n. pl. pos·si·bil·i·ties 1. The fact or state of being possible. 2. Something that is possible. 3. possibilities Potentiality for favorable or interesting results.
This was a lesson in learning how big one small word can be. It was a year when the possibility of anything could (positive or negative) could happen. What a growing year it turned into.
Simple: /ˈsɪmpəl/ [sim-puhl] Show IPA
adjective, -pler, -plest, noun
–adjective
1. easy to understand, deal with, use, etc.: a simple matter; simple tools.
2. not elaborate or artificial; plain: a simple style.
3. not ornate or luxurious; unadorned: a simple gown.
4. unaffected; unassuming; modest: a simple manner.
5. not complicated: a simple design.
6. not complex or compound; single.
7. occurring or considered alone; mere; bare: the simple truth; a simple fact.
8. free of deceit or guile; sincere; unconditional: a frank, simple answer.
9. common or ordinary: a simple soldier.
10. not grand or sophisticated; unpretentious: a simple way of life.
11. humble or lowly: simple folk.
12. inconsequential or rudimentary.
13. unlearned; ignorant.
14. lacking mental acuteness or sense: a simple way of thinking.
15. unsophisticated; naive; credulous.
16. simpleminded.
17. Chemistry .
a. composed of only one substance or element: a simple substance.
b. not mixed.
18. Botany . not divided into parts: a simple leaf; a simple stem.
19. Zoology . not compound: a simple ascidian.
20. Music . uncompounded or without overtones; single: simple tone.
21. Grammar . having only the head without modifying elements included: The simple subject of “The dappled pony gazed over the fence” is “pony.” Compare complete ( def. 5 ) .
22. (of a verb tense) consisting of a main verb with no auxiliaries, as takes (simple present) or stood (simple past) ( opposed to compound).
23. Mathematics . linear ( def. 7 ) .
24. Optics . (of a lens) having two optical surfaces only.
–noun
25. an ignorant, foolish, or gullible person.
26. something simple, unmixed, or uncompounded.
27. simples, Textiles . cords for controlling the warp threads in forming the shed on draw-looms.
28. a person of humble origins; commoner.
29. an herb or other plant used for medicinal purposes: country simples.
After a year of possibilities, simple was all I wanted. For the most part, I think I nailed at least one aspect of the word.
The word for 2012 was Present: pres·ent /ˈprɛzənt/ adjective
1. being, existing, or occurring at this time or now; current
For me, being present is a challenge. I am always thinking ahead for what is the next this or that and have a hard time being still. I will continue to work at this. I'm sure by the time I am a grandparent many many many many years from now--I will have mastered Present.
So a very short review drawn out long to build anticipation for the New Year and a New Word. My word for 2013 is: (wait for it) . . .
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