Do you prefer juice or fruit?
I take medication (for Type II Diabetes) which helps my body deal with sugar. I try to make its job easier by ingesting as little sugar as possible. Fruit juice is deadly. Natural sugars are still sugars, so I have to be careful with fruit too. Thankfully I was never a big fan of juice (or all the other ways we mangle fruit) so I don’t miss it. I do miss sitting down and eating a whole big bowl full of grapes though.
Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
I grew up on a farm. At the time I professed to not like it much at all. Now that I’m older and wiser and living in a city I realize what an idyllic place it really was and how lucky we were to spend our childhood there. But I would never go back. Farms are a lot of work. Plus there’s all that manure.
If you were to paint a picture of your childhood, what colors would you use?
All the colours. Every last one of them. Green trees, red barn, yellow brick house, brown garden dirt, blue skies, black and white cows, orange cats, purple lilacs, grey thunder clouds, pink spring blossoms, indigo nights. Oatmeal coloured porridge. Yuck. Hey, it wasn’t ALL pretty.
Ways to Relax List: Make a list of what relaxes you and helps you feel calm.
- sharing my world, because it makes me remember
- making lists, so I won’t forget
- playing mindless (non memory) games on my iPad
- drinking coffee
- drinking red wine
- reading books
- binge watching whole seasons of tv shows on Netflix
- concentrating on nothing but breathing
- drinking more coffee
- reading myself to sleep
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week I mentioned the bag of marshmallows left over from Christmas baking and my intent to use them up by making Rice Krispy squares. I sent W on a puffed rice hunting expedition and he came home with the biggest box of cereal made anywhere in the world (just a guess, but geez…) so after I made the squares there was half a box of cereal left. Then I asked him to get me another bag of marshmallows so I could use up the rest of the cereal. He came home with TWO bags of marshmallows. And thus we are back to our original state of one unused bag of marshmallows sitting in the cupboard. I am not starting over. They can stay there until next Christmas.
That little story really doesn’t have much to do with being grateful except for another interesting fact or two. I gave most of the first batch of rice krispy squares to my daughter and granddaughter, but the second batch I have almost finished single- handedly consuming all by myself. Yes I know I am being redundant in that sentence, but seriously, what is wrong with me. W has ceased to be much help, perhaps feeling he has already done his part by purchasing ingredients. Although I guess I should give him credit for bravely trying to finish up the brownies I was craving and made and which don’t interest me anymore because they are stale. I really need to stop making stuff.
I am looking forward to dealing more satisfactorily with my random food cravings in the week coming up. Or not. Truthfully it’s something which just now popped in to my head and will no doubt pop out of it again. Sometimes I think there’s no point in setting goals for myself at this stage of forgetfulness in my life. I’m looking forward to winging it. There, that one sounds attainable.