Archives for: July 2004, 29
As we travel I'm going to record how we eat and how we exercise.
On long travel days we eat as we drive - we call it "eating on the fly". We collapse one seat in the van and put the ice chest and food box there. It's a table where the kids can play cards or stack back packs most of the day, but at mealtime, I move to the back seat and become a short order BTD chef. For myself I had tossed all the leftover vegetables from the refrigerator into a plastic dish. There was leftover brisket and leftover chopped steak. I mixed half of each into the vegetables. With the other half of the beef, I made a thick sandwich for my son. My daughter had peanut butter and jelly on sprouted bread. My husband had a turkey and soy cheese on sandwich. I sliced apple and nectarine for dessert.
Exercise on a travel day is tough. I did almost two hours of 5-minute isometrics when it was my turn to drive. (If you don't remember 5-minute isometrics, go to my archives and look for a blog by that name in May). When we got to our motel, I walked laps around the building, going up or down every time I came to a staircase.
It is a tradition that our first meal the night we arrive in Estes Park is at Taco Bell. The Type As, like the burritos, and I get a taco salad. Tonight they were out of taco salad! I was tired, hungry, and disappointed. Everyone else placed their order; I said I would walk around and see what I could find to eat. Across the street was a locally owned Mexican restaurant called Taco Baja. The menu offered lots of choices. I ordered taco salad with beef and black beans, but no cheese or sour cream. The owner was a friendly man who tried to guess what diet I was on. At first he thought vegetarian because I said no cheese, then he remembered the beef. When I said Blood Type Diet, he said, "Oh, my in-laws do BTD; have for years. They own a spa in Arizona and tried to get me to come down and open a Blood Type restaurant."
As I walked back across the street, my son saw me coming. "Mom's smiling," he said. Indeed I was. Instead of an ok taco salad, I had a custom made Type O taco salad. The consensus is that next time our first meal in Estes Park will be at Taco Baja.
It is so good tonight to be in the shadow of the mountains again. I made my first trip to Rocky Mountain National Park when I was 9 months old, and I never tire of coming here. My husband and I often dream of retiring nearby. I cannot look at the majesty of the mountains and believe that they happened by chance. I cannot look at the intricate way our bodies are formed and believe that we randomly evolved. "I lift up my eyes to the hills; where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1