M-m-m-m! Hubby outdid himself last night. He made a casserole called Lamb and Eggplant Pastistio. I just submitted the recipe into Recibase, so hopefully it will show up in a couple of days. From what I can figure, it is a good recipe for B-nonnies, O secretors and all AB’s. It was probably one of the best dishes I have ever eaten. The big guy is cooking a pork roast tonight, so I get to have what is leftover from the Lamb casserole. Yahoo!

I’ve been feeling frustrated by not being able to get much aerobic exercise in. The weather hasn’t been good enough for golf, besides the fact that I haven’t had much time to fit it in. And, I’m still having troubles with the S-I joint. My chiropractor ordered an S-I belt for me to try. It is to be worn during exercise to keep the joint stable. I haven’t had a chance to try it yet. I have been very faithful with my Pilates and yoga sessions, but I really need the old heart rate raised once in awhile.

I may not be able to get another blog in before Wednesday morning when I leave for the east coast (Philly) to visit family. My mother’s house is so old that the phone jacks aren’t compatible with my laptop or something. I can’t dial out of the house from the computer. So, I’ll be out of commission for awhile. See ya.

I’ve been feeling a bit bloated and gassy the past couple of days. I’ve had a little digression in the wheat department. Also, hubby made a horrific soup on Monday. It was with black beans and ham hocks. Both big avoids. I swear I didn’t eat even a half cup of the soup (it tasted terrible). But, somewhere between the wheat and the soup something is doing a number on my gut. I’ve upped the Polyflora dose and have eaten yogurt every day. Maybe a nice yoga session this evening will help smooth things out. I’m looking forward to it.

Woo-hoo! I got my BTD health library books from Amazon yesterday. I was going to get the Cardiovascular and the Diabetes books, but with just those two, I was only three cents away from getting free shipping on the order. So, I blew caution to the wind and ordered the Cancer book, too. Haven’t had a chance to delve into them much, but I’m enjoying the anticipation.

I’ve had a couple of intense days. Work was hectic yesterday. Being the first of the month and a Friday, we were pretty well slammed all day long. In the middle of the day I had my ‘annual’ voice lesson from our chorus coach that comes up from California a few times each year. Since I switched voice parts this summer, she coached me on how to sound more like a baritone (new part) than a lead (old part). It was really cool. There’s lots of stuff to work on.

Then today the chorus had an all day workshop with said same coach. It was great how she just ripped in to everything we were doing and changed things for the better. Very inspiring and exhilarating. It was a long day, and my brain is a little numb from all the mental and sensory stimulation.

My feet are a little tired, too.

Of course, along with the all day workshop came the potluck lunch. I took compliant vegetable and fruit trays. I tasted some of the homemade casseroles and other dishes, and splurged on a cookie. My throat reacted by closing up a bit and getting too phlegmy. I shoulda’ known better! I did know better. I just couldn’t resist.

It’s true. The new forum board is getting to be quite addictive. It cuts into my online time and I put off my blogging for too long again.

I’ve been to six yoga sessions so far. I really like the thorough stretching that is involved. Last night we did alternate nostril breathing. I really appreciated it, because that is the exercise the book Meditation as Medicine says I should be doing on a regular basis to control blood pressure. I have attempted it several times at home, but just couldn’t keep it up. As I have said many times, I haven’t learned how to meditate properly yet. Anyway, in the yoga setting, I really got into the exercise, and had a glimpse into how calming it can really be. I want to start doing it at home, too. I just have to make the push to find the quiet time and the quiet place on a regular basis.

I also have been trying to fall into that relaxed state at the end of the yoga session. It’s about ten minutes of laying in repose and focusing on breath and letting things go and - oh yes, of course - meditating. It’s not working very well yet. I’m wondering if it has something to do with what fellow blogger Erika mentioned in her blog yesterday. Music is not relaxing to a musician. I was trained as a music therapist. I started piano lessons when I was six years old. I studied music all through college. My critical mind turns on when listening to music. They usually play chants and ohms during the relaxing part of the yoga class. But I find myself listening for the rhythm and music in it instead of letting it carry me along. Must control. Must control.



I’m going to keep working on it. One of these times I will feel it click.

Nemaste

Just taking a small break here. I’m allowing my natural ‘B’ proclivity for flexibility to take charge today. Hubby and I had great plans for a beautiful fall motorcycle ride this afternoon. He can’t find the ignition key to the bike. We spent quite some time searching for the tiny, elusive little thing. He thinks that maybe it fell out of his pants yesterday when he was riding the smaller bike and stopped for gas. Oh well. I feel badly for him. I know how I feel when I do things like that. And he tends to take these things a lot worse. It’s not good for his ‘A’ cortisol levels.

So, I decided to tackle the bedroom drawers and closet this afternoon. Making a Goodwill pile of things I haven’t worn in over a year. If it has dust across the top of the hanger, then out it goes! If it’s all wrinkly and smells musty like it hasn’t been laundered in over a year, then bye-bye! I’ll probably go on to the mess I have on my desk after doing the clothing. It’s a harder task. I like to save these things for rainy days. But, sometimes those rainy days take a long time in coming.

Anyway, it’s after 3:00 pm and the sun never came out as they promised it would. It would have turned into a mighty chilly motorcycle ride, come to think of it.