Weâ€™ve had a couple outings for dinner at friendsâ€™ houses this past week. I have always adhered to Dr. Dâ€™s advice about eating in other peopleâ€™s homes. In Eat Right 4 Your Type he says to eat what is served graciously, enjoy the company and donâ€™t stress about the avoids you may be consuming. Two outings in four days just about did me in. On Friday, we were served a beef stew with lots of potatoes. The side dishes were corn on the cob and corn bread. It was all delicious and the company was great. The next morning my eyelids were puffy and I was having carb cravings, but nothing I didnâ€™t expect. Then Monday was a visit to another friendâ€™s house. He is a fantastic cook, and he fixed us a Chinese meal. The proteins were shrimp and beef. I could see cornstarch and other unidentifiable things going into the sauces. Sesame oil and seeds covered the asparagus. It was an excellent meal.
Well, Tuesday I got up feeling sluggish. I debated whether to call off a golf game or not. I played anyway, but it was a chore. I was able to squeeze in a twenty-minute nap before going off to a meeting and chorus rehearsal that evening. I could hardly sing. My throat seized up, and I felt that I was forcing every note. Wednesday morning I woke up CRANKY. I knew something was really out of balance. My throat was still raspy. So, it was suck on the Proberry 3 bottle and take the Chinese Herbs my acupuncturist had given me for colds.
Iâ€™m better today. Still donâ€™t know if I can sing or not, but I have more energy. Iâ€™m glad for the immune system support those supplements gave me. Otherwise those nasty lectins would have gotten the better of me.
And I am forever thankful for my friends.
I feel the weather changing today. We’ve had some lovely, sunny Indian summer days these past couple of weeks. The weather report says showers start tomorrow. And the sky is looking like it this evening. The thermometer says 65 degrees out, but I am needing to wear a sweatshirt.
I’ve been trying hard to keep up with my fall change prescription. I’m still only drinking the lesser amount of coffee in the morning. And I can count on just one hand the days I’ve cheated and drank a bit of S*Bucks drip in the afternoon. I’ve been careful to only drink half a short cup. That’s all I seem to need. I don’t know why I love that little coffee jolt. Green tea will perk me up as well as coffee in the afternoon. It does it in an unobtrusive, mellow way. And I’ve been enjoying the new NAP formulation of the B Sip Right tea. It has green tea in it now. I had a cup of that this afternoon, and I’m quite alert. I guess as with giving up all my other favorite avoids, this will be a day to day process.
The last two weekends have been singing ones. Two weeks ago we traveled out of town for a three-day regional workshop. As usual, it was tremendous. We learn so much at these workshops. This time we had a master director who had a lot of Broadway and theater training. We worked on showmanship for most of the weekend. At one point there were about 200 of us on the risers with tears streaming down faces, and we couldn’t stop. We were digging deep to try to communicate the emotion of the song we were working on. Talk about intense!
This past Saturday we put on two shows at one of the local casinos. It was about a twelve-hour day. Lots of standing and singing and changing costumes. It’s always fun and exhausting and takes a couple of days to recuperate.
I stayed pretty close to the diet those two weekends. I think a little bread sneaked in there, and a little more coffee than usual. But the weight has been steady. I, of course, am always hoping some more will come off. That’s the plan, anyway.
Exercise has been a hit and miss sort of affair this month. I was gone on my trip back east, and then my Pilates instructor went on vacation. I’ve been trying to fill in with walks. I’ve played several rounds of golf. I could have been doing more home stretching and Pilates. The lazy factor comes in quite a bit. October should be better. I have no trips or special weekends planned.
Onward and upward.
I think autumn began as soon as the calendar flipped over to September. It has been unseasonably cool. Today I tried to play golf. There was a women’s tournament. It had to be stopped in the middle due to thunderstorms. It was too bad, because my partner and I were doing well.
The new season coming on is giving me impetus to pull in the reigns on some of the sloppy eating habits I’ve slipped into. The first thing I’ve done is cut my coffee consumption in half. I was drinking a large mug every morning. Occasionally in the afternoon I would indulge in a small cup. This week, in the mornings, I took a smaller cup, filled it one third full of hot 1% milk and then filled it up with coffee. I figure I’ve gone from a 12 oz mug to 6 oz of coffee. I would eventually like to wean myself completely. It is an avoid, and there is something wrong with starting the day out with an avoid food. When I first started the BTD, and found out I was a nonnie, I stopped the coffee right away. But a couple years later hubby and I went to a weekend conference somewhere, and I slipped and drank coffee all weekend and haven't stopped since. That was three years ago. I think it’s time to quit again. (I must like coffee. I have written the word six times in this paragraph.)
I’m also going to try to be diligent about getting my aerobic exercise in. I didn’t play golf nearly as much as usual this summer, and those walks have traditionally helped keep my weight down. I’m up a couple pounds due to lack of consistent aerobic exercise and those trips to far off places I took.
So, fall will be my renewal time. I don’t think I’ve tasked myself with too many changes. It’s doable.
I’m missing my blackberries this year. By last year they had so overgrown our property, that Hubby mowed them all down to give us some breathing space. Well, I can’t find enough to make a pie this year. In previous years I had been able to walk out in the yard and munch on handfuls of blackberries any time I wanted for at least eight weeks. They were my truly seasonal beneficial food I always counted on.
Hubby and daughter are on another motorcycle weekend. You know what that means? Yup, I’ve had liver and onions for dinner the last two nights. Yum, yum!! They are coming back a day early today. I guess they aren’t having as much fun as they thought they would.
I have one more trip to take this week. I’ll be going back east to visit family and celebrate my mother’s 90th birthday. She’s doing pretty well for that age. She still takes a two-mile walk most days. She doesn’t follow the B diet, of course. She practically lives on peanut butter and popcorn. I assume she is a secretor and my father was the non-secretor. He died at the age of 75 from many illnesses like heart disease and emphysema. She manages to keep going with the help of many medications.
Anyway, I hope after this trip that I don’t have to get on an airplane for awhile. There have been too many airports in my life the past few months. I don’t know how some people can travel for business as much as they do. It would drive me bonkers!
We got back from the motorcycle trip last Sunday evening, but it has been a horrendous week of trying to play catch-up with everything. Yesterday was the first day I felt normal from the time zone changes. Hubby got sick the last day of vacation. It was some sort of horrible virus in his chest. He has spent the entire week at home sick as a dog. I’ve really never seen him so ill. I was worried it might turn into pneumonia, but, of course, he wouldn’t go see a practitioner. Yesterday he tried to go into the office, but the walk out to his car was almost too much for him, so he waited 20 minutes and walked back to the house (about 75 feet). Today, I drove him to Costco and I think he is done in for the day. At least he is able to carry on a conversation now. Nobody could talk to him for five days.
Anyway, the trip motorcycling through the Alps was FANTASTIC! We traveled through five countries. I felt like I was on one continuous amusement park ride for six straight days. The first two days were pretty scary. Hubby was getting used to the bike and learning how to drive all the hairpin turns up and down the mountains. He dumped the bike on the first day while making a slow turn, luckily we weren’t hurt, and there was just a little scraping on the bike. (Though it didn’t do much for my confidence.) By the third day we were settled in and riding like pros. We’d go up one mountain, and down. Then up another mountain, and down. I got the hang of taking photographs while riding….and not needing to hang on to the bike. We were in a group of 27 folks (20 bikes) plus the tour guides, who were three wonderful, patient German and Austrian men. We made some new friends. The others tourers were from Boston, a couple cities in Texas, Orlando, Pennsylvania, and a twosome from Edmonton, Alberta.
Besides the riding, of course, were the food and beer. The food is just as wonderful as I remember from 25 years ago. For the most part, when given a choice, I chose the beneficial or neutral foods. In fact, I had a marvelous venison stew for lunch one day. Had goulash soup a couple other days. There were a few evening meals when the hotel only served one entrée, and it would be pork. I didn’t stress. I ate. A buffet breakfast was always provided at the hotels. As the days progressed, my choices digressed. There were all sorts of meats and cheeses and copious semmel rolls (sigh). I ate.
And, I think hubby and I tried to drink all the beer in Europe. Probably no less than three half-liters per evening. You can’t get beer like that in the States. No way. We hardly ever have a beer at home. It was all good.
And the best part is….. I only gained two pounds! (One of which is gone already.)
As our friend Edna would say, “Woo-huuu”!