Pot Roast!!

We decided to have my Mom and mother-in-law over for dinner once a month.  Since  my Mom’s birthday was a few days ago, I asked her to choose the menu for our first dinner.  After giving it some thought, she said “Pot roast or swiss steak.”  To which my reaction was, “Ummmm . . . are you sure you don’t want a nice curry??”

O.k., I at least knew what a pot roast was.  Swiss steak I was a little more unclear on.  I had a vague recollection that it had something to do with pounding and breading and frying.  So, pot roast it was going to be!!

Off to the grocery store!  Just as I was about to pull out my phone to google “what cut of meat is a pot roast?”, I spied a big hunk of beef that was actually labeled “Pot Roast.”  Yay!!!

Once home, I pulled out my trusty, “Good Housekeeping Illustrated Cookbook”.  download

For some inexplicable reason, my 12 year old self took this cookbook from my Grandmother’s house right after she passed away.  I’ve carried it around with me every since.  My adult self is super, super thankful!!  Of course, it had a recipe for Pot Roast. (Actually, it had several recipes although I decided to stick with the basic one and leave “Fruited Pot Roast” for another day . . . or never.)  It also has a recipe for Swiss Steak (of course it does!) and I was right about the pounding, breading and frying.

O.k., onto cooking.  I was slightly mystified by the ingredient “salad oil” but decided that canola oil would do.  I rubbed my dear pot roast with garlic, salt and pepper; coated in flour, and browned.  So far, so good.  Then it simmered happily in my Dutch oven along with potatoes, carrots, onions and mushrooms for four hours.

My Mom took over making gravy when she arrived.  She was slightly disappointed that I didn’t have something called, “Kitchen Bouquet” to add to my gravy.  “What’s that?” I asked.  “Its a liquid that makes your gravy taste like gravy.” she replied.  I’ll definitely have that on hand next time.

My pot roast was approved by both my Mom and mother-in-law!!!  Yay!!!!!  download 3

That’s not a picture of my pot roast but that’s pretty much what it looked like.  I was super proud of myself!  I felt so American housewife-y.

But next month, I think we’re going to have a nice curry.

Advertisements

Reset Day

The end of last week really fell apart.  All of my “living purposefully”, small goals, small steps, talk went right out the window.  I ended yesterday feeling miserable, depressed and like a total and complete failure.

Thankfully, for some reason, I woke up feeling much better this morning and am choosing to look at today as a reset day.  I’m choosing to focus on the fact that I did walk my dog three times last week, which included these lovely views:

IMG_20180110_184125

20180114_103530

I managed three days with much, much less sugar.  Three days is better than zero days!  And I managed a few posts here on my blog.

When I actually type it out, last week doesn’t sound all that bad!

This morning I read this great post titled, “Mindset Changes Everything” by Dr. Andrea Dinardo:    https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/43836667/posts/1734422042.  Dr. Dinardo points out that obstacles can be learning opportunities.

Right.  Learning opportunities.  What obstacles did I face?  Why did my new mindset go awry?  What do I need to look out for to make more progress this week?  What went well that I can build on?

I don’t have all the answers yet.  I do know that this is hard!!  I also know that my mantra needs to be “I can” and “I will” instead of “I want to” or “I wish”.

I was going to end this post with the thought that I will make this week a “better” week than last.  I think that’s another mindset I need to switch . . . away from the concept of “better”.  Last week, I did the best I could.  Thinking that I need to make this week “better” somehow implies to me that last week wasn’t good.  But it was.  I did a lot of things well.  And, if I didn’t do everything perfectly, well, that’s o.k.

So how about this . . . I will continue to move forward this week.

 

 

My Hair Salon Depresses Me

I have to start by saying that I absolutely love my hairstylist.  She’s been cutting my hair for pretty much all of the 20 years I’ve lived here.  She’s the only one who has ever cut my kids’ hair.  I’ve never, ever hated my hair after she does it.  (O.k., there was one time when she gave me a new cut, we both looked at it, and said, “Ummm . . . No!!!”)

I like the other stylists in the salon (well, one of them talks too loud for me but that’s my personal issue).  I usually look forward to getting my hair cut but, in the end, my time there depresses me.

Its the conversations the other stylists and customers have!  They complain about their ex’s or gush about their new crush.  They complain about their bodies or talk about their new makeup.  They discuss whatever they’re watching on TV and complain about cramps and bloating.  They talk about their terrible teenagers.

Mostly, I sit there and feel terribly out of place.  Like I just can’t relate.  Don’t get me wrong . . . I love being a woman.  I love dressing nicely and putting on makeup.   I love getting my hair done.

But I’m happily married.  For the most part, I’m ok-ish with my body.  I mean, I think I need to lose 10 pounds but when I say that other women tell me that’s absurd.  I’m super sorry to say it but I’ve never had cramps or been bloated.  I had easy pregnancies.  I don’t watch much on TV (we gave up cable because no one in our family watched anything on it) and my teenagers are really amazing kids.

And why do women complain so much???

I don’t mind commiserating.  And I don’t mind listening.  But I just don’t feel like I can really contribute without coming off as snobby or like I have all the answers.  But I don’t!!!  I don’t think I’m snobby and I certainly don’t have all the answers.

Maybe part of it is that I’m fairly private so even if I did have cramps, I wouldn’t share it with the hair salon.

And again . . . the complaining!  Am I the only one who feels like so many women just sit around and bitch to each other.  I definitely believe there’s a need and a time and a place for that but can’t we get past that and encourage, support, and uplift each other rather than just agreeing that everything sucks??  O.k., so maybe everything does suck but what are we going to do about it??  And wouldn’t it be better if we did that together??

I just want to belong.  And I don’t have all the answers.  And I’m sorry you have cramps.

Living Purposefully . . . Is Hard!!!

A few days ago I wrote about my intent to live more purposefully.  I had a bunch of vague notions about what exactly that meant.  I’ve spent the past couple of days trying to put those vague notions into practice.

Its hard!!!!!

As a mom, wife, attorney, and wearer of many other hats, its incredibly easy to get swept up in work, household chores and running the kids here and there.

So I’ve decided to focus on a few things I can control.  (Because as much as I’d like to believe otherwise, I can’t control everything – at least, that’s what my therapist tells me.

1. Eat less sugar.  I’m a complete sugar addict.  While working on the Rose Parade float, I lived on these little gems:   20171230_195427.jpg  I literally ate 10 – 15 a day!  The frosting is my favorite part!!!  Now that I’m home, I’ve been plowing through candy and ice cream.  There’s a tub of gumdrops in my car.  But I can feel the ill effects of the sugar.  I’m tired, not focused, not sleeping well, and my face is breaking out.  Its time to once again seriously decrease my sugar intake!

2.  Eat better – this goes hand in hand with number 1.  Less sugar, more veggies, fruit and water.  I came back from Rose Parade float the heaviest I’ve been in quite awhile.  Ugh.

3.  Write more.  Writing is something I’ve wanted to do for a very, very long time.  I’m not sure I have a book in me but I can give myself 10 or 15 minutes several times a week to post something here.

O.k., normally I would go on and on with a huge list of other things I’m going to do.  Stopping at three is another thing I’m trying to do differently in my “live purposefully” quest.  I’m trying to slow down.  Focus on a few things at a time.  Not become overwhelmed, feel like I’m failing and then beat myself up.

I keep reminding myself to take baby steps and be patient.  And not give up just because its hard.  More than “I want to do this”; “I can do this.”

What Makes a Place Feel Like Home?

What makes your city or town, or even your house, feel like home?  I’ve lived in my current location (same house) for 20 years and it still doesn’t feel like “home”.

The morning DJ on our local radio station asked, “If you had been away from here for 10 or 15 years, what are the things and places you would have to do or go?  What would you miss?”  I couldn’t come up with a single thing.

In contrast, I spent the holidays in the town I call “home”.  There are places I want to go when I’m there, restaurants I have to eat at, people I can’t wait to see.  My high school is there, my Post Office, my church.  I ran into my very first riding instructor on the street – she still remembered me from when I was 9.

When I’m gone from the place I live now, I don’t necessarily miss it.  Its nice to sleep in my own bed and I absolutely love the quiet but, other than that . . . eh, I could take it or leave it.  All the things I love are here – my kids, my pets, my books, my coffee cups, and all the other “stuff” I love.  But all of those things could just as easily be somewhere else.

Its pretty here; I’ll certainly acknowledge that.  And its been a pretty good place to raise my kids.  I appreciate the fact that their schools all have grass, unlike mine that was completely asphalt, save a patch of front lawn.  But there are other pretty places as well.

I’ve just never felt connected to my current spot.  And I don’t know how to fix that.  Or, if its even fixable.

What makes you feel at “home”?

Swept Along

I didn’t really make New Year’s resolutions.  (Is January 8 too late for a post about New Year’s resolutions?)  But, for 2018, I want to stop just being swept along by life.  I want to live purposefully.

I’m not even sure exactly what I mean by that.  I guess I want to live by making conscious choices rather than just bouncing from thing to thing.  I want to feel more focused.  And I’m hoping that leads to feeling more accomplished.

I’m not 100% sure how exactly to go about this.  I think its going to take some slowing down and being more thoughtful.  And allowing myself time and space.  I think its telling myself that its o.k. to be successful at something.  I think its about closing the door on anxiety and worry, which I’m guessing will allow more time for actually doing.

I think its about not making excuses.  And not procrastinating.  I think its about allowing for practice, rather than expecting perfection at every turn.  Its about plans and following through, trying again, and not giving up.  And allowing for mistakes!

Its about believing that a new way of living is possible.  Even if it sounds hard (which it does!)

 

Game On Update

I can’t believe its been six weeks since I started my first round of Game On!!!  Where did that time go??  Anyway, I thought I should give an update / report.

I’m sorry to say that, in the end, I really feel like it made zero difference.  I suppose the fact that life here was turned sideways by the fires has something to do with that.  Its difficult to focus on healthy eating, exercise, making new habits, letting go of old habits, drinking enough water and sleeping enough when the county is on fire (not literally the entire county but that’s what it felt like some days), people are losing their homes and livelihoods, my Mom is living with us, and I have extra dogs running around – all because of fires.

And then, October 1 rolled around which means I get to eat these:candy corn

I really, really love candy corn.  And its only allowed in our house during the month of October (even if its in stores earlier).  I’m one of those “OHAAT” people . . . “One Holiday At A Time”!!!!!  So, since I only have 31 days of candy corn, I have to get my entire years’ worth in.

And then, all that Halloween candy comes home!!!  candy

Have I mentioned that I really like sugar??  My kids have Halloween candy from last year left over!!!  So they certainly don’t notice if a piece or two or three (or four) are gone each day.

With all of that being said, I’m starting a new round of Game On tomorrow.  I’m certainly not feeling geared up for it, motivated, or anything else.  But I’m going to give it a go nonetheless.  Hopefully, the next five weeks will be calm and smooth and, this time around, I’ll actually make some new healthy habits.  Or at least lose a couple of pounds.  Or at least decrease my candy consumption to one or two pieces a day.  I’m hoping for all of those things.  But I know its going to take more than simple “hope”.