I have neglected my project of trying A beneficial/O neutral foods. It is time to get started again. I bought a bag of dried fava beans. The directions said to soak the beans overnight, then cook them 20 minutes in a pressure cooker. I should have been suspicious. I can cook a whole pumpkin in less than 10 minutes. I used to cook potatoes in 7 - 9 minutes. I should have known better than to cook anything for 20 minutes. But I followed the directions.
The fava beans cooked to mush. The ones near the bottom of the pan were scorched. I had a mess. I carefully spooned the beans that were not scorched into a bowl and wondered what to do with them. I added some butter (buttery spread) and a seasoned salt that my daughter likes. Then I cooked a back up vegetable for the As.
When we served dinner, my husband asked what was in the bowl. He had never heard of fava beans, and was suspicious. "They look like potatoes," he said. He took a tentative forkful, and said, "They taste like potatoes." I thought - They do??? He was right, they didâ€¦sort of. As we were clearing the table he said, "Give me more of those in my lunch tomorrow." I may never know what fava beans are supposed to look and taste like, since I'll prepare them like potatoes.
I had also stuffed celery with peanut butter. It is one of my daughter's favorites. As I was digging the celery out of the refrigerator, I found a tub of miso, left from making a casserole. On a whim, I stuffed some of the celery with miso. My daughter & I did not care for the miso stuffed celery, but my husband really liked it. In fact, he ate it all.
A near disaster and an impulse turn into BTD success.
I gave blood yesterday. The blood bank is trying to recruit more donors, so this month they are giving away a free movie tickets to anyone who gives blood. My husband donated also, so we get to go out on a movie date! The blood bank is particularly interested in recruiting O donors, so I not only got a movie ticket, but I also got a keychain with the slogan "I'm O so special." What a wonderful type O motto!
The blood bank provides cookies and fruit punch to donors, both of which are avoids. I took a bottle of pineapple juice to drink while my system stabilized. Afterwards I went to the health food store. Fresh baby okra was in! I don't like the thick woody okra that is normally in the produce department, which means I usually eat frozen okra. Fresh okra is a treat. I also bought beef liver to quickly replenish the iron I had lost. I had liver & grilled onions before leaving for school.
My pulse was 56 and my blood pressure was 104/70. I'll report cholesterol numbers when they come in.
Potluck meals are wonderful because of the sharing. There is something about a meal that everyone has had a part in preparing that lends itself to good conversation and bonding. However, trying to stay on the Blood Type Diet at a potluck meal is sort of like walking through a mine field. I guess every blood type has difficulties, but I think Os must have it the worst. Potluck dishes are usually casseroles with pastas and creamy based sauces. Just staying away from wheat and cheese is almost impossible. Then to try to avoid corn, potatoes, cucumbers and kiwiâ€¦sigh.
I usually plan ahead and take something that I know I can safely eat. Then I fill in with as many other beneficials and neutrals as I can find. I'm going to a potluck luncheon this Thursday, and am already planning to take a salmon. The other ladies will enjoy it, and it will be a safe foundation for my meal.
But I completely forgot that there was a potluck lunch between church and choir practice today. I came without anything to share, and I came without anything that I could eat. I chickened out. I went to the Whataburger across the street. I said the server, "Would you let me have a grilled chicken salad, but instead of the chicken put on a hamburger patty?" She looked at me like I was a space alien, then smiled and said, "We can do that." I had food that was tasty and good for me, but I missed out on the fellowshipâ€¦sigh.
When I look back I always remember being a size 11/12. In fact I remember a particular pair of pants in high school that were size 8. I knew that they must have either been cut big or mislabeled in order for a size 8 to fit me, but I always felt slimmer when I wore them. I am tall enough to look good in a size 12, so while there were moments that I wished I were more svelte, I was content as long as I didn't put on any more weight.
I started the BTD, not as a weight loss diet, but because of GERD. I was surprised when I lost 5-6 pounds in the first couple of months I was on the diet. I was delighted several moths later when I realized I had dropped from a size 12 to a size 10, especially since I wasn't watching portion sizes very carefully. My weight stabilized at 10 - 12 pounds less than I was before the BTD. However because I continue to replace fat with muscle, the shorts I bought last summer were size 8.
Before school started I bought a black skirt. The 8 was too big, so I bought a 6. I wore it to school for the first time last week, and I couldn't keep the shirt tail tucked in. This morning I altered it, taking an inch out of the waist.
OK, I know that like those high school size 8 pants, this size 6 skirt must either be cut big or mislabeled. But still - imagine me, eating until I'm full 4 times a day; taking in a size 6. Thank you BTD.
I sometimes unintentionally annoy my husband by looking for something good in a bad situation. I think truth is on my side - there is Romans 8:28 after all. "We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Nonetheless, I can see how a positive attitude could occasionally get on someone's nerves.
With gas prices so high, we had a family conference last week about how we could decrease the amount we drive. Basic necessities are work, school and church. Beyond that, we agreed to try to cut back on driving. I'm doing more errands on the way to and from school.
That discussion was in the back of my mind when I planned my morning. I needed to go to the bank, to buy a zipper for a skirt, and to buy a bubble envelope for mailing two yearbooks. A bicycle ride was also on my agenda. The bank would be easy to combine into the bicycle ride; it's only a mile away. But the fabric store is 4-5 miles away and involves riding on busier streets. For the sake of high gas prices I grabbed my back pack and set out.
The journey was a success. I accomplished all three errands plus I rode farther and faster than I normally would. Something good can come even out of high gas prices.