I don’t really have time to blog but sometimes, the
words in my head have to be put in print or they won’t stop dancing there,
trying to arrange themselves in the shortest but most entertaining way possible.
I haven’t been going to Relief Society evening
meetings all semester because I’m gone so much and I just want to be home in
the evening with my family. But I went last night. And it was good for the
socially awkward (that would be me) because every time I go, I get to know two
or three people better. I found out my neighbor used to live in Mona (the
Bassett’s bought her house.) But she went through a terrible divorce, had to
move, and is now married to a very nice guy and living in Orem--familiar story over which we bonded just
a little. J
But something is bothering me and might seem trivial
but I have to say it because it might help someone. About 6 months ago, I cut
out gluten, mostly. I eat it a little here and there but it’s very limited. I
have noticed now that when I do eat white flour (or wheat or spelt flour), it
increases my appetite a lot and causes almost instant weight gain. As in the
next day. If I’m going to indulge, it can really only be one serving. Is it my
age bracket? Does anyone else notice this?
The menu last night? Salad w/croutons, dinner rolls,
angel hair pasta, breaded chicken cordon bleu, and angel food cake. Yikes. Talk
about flour overload. I knew I could not eat all of that. I had to choose. So I
skipped the croutons, the roll, and half the pasta—sorry to be wasteful but
better than adding it to my waist. I ate the chicken and the slice of cake was
very small, topped w/raspberry sauce and whipped topping. Another peeve of mine—I
only eat real whipped cream and don’t understand why anyone ever eats “whipped
topping.” But I will let that one go ;-)
I wondered last night how many people in that room
had diabetes or clogged arteries and high blood pressure. I wanted to write
about the health information I have collected in the last 25 years but I don’t
have time to do the research to write it intelligently at this time. (If I don’t
find a job soon, I may write a book.)
I have looked at the women a decade older than me and two decades older. I can’t bear the thought of getting any fatter than I already am. So I have to always drink water—no sweet drinks with meals. And I have to skip the bread. And try to skew my desserts to low flour items. Or I make them with oat and rice flour. I am convinced that eating lots of flour products speeds up the aging process. And eating raw foods slows it down. So I guess I’m reaching out to those who are as vain as I am or who just want to still be independent when they are 85 years old. Eat right and go for a walk.
As you were.
p.s. None of this stops me from dreaming about San Francisco Sourdough bread, which my mother raised me on.
