It's been a week since I talked to the doc about my bad cholesterol numbers (340, when anything over 200 is cause for concern). In that time, I have eaten salads or fish and rice for lunch instead of sandwichs, completely stopped eating red meat, fast food, and full fat anything. I have conscientiously poked out the yolks of hard-boiled eggs, switched to 1% milk with my cereal, eaten apples for snacks, and drunk eight glasses of water a day. I have attempted to touch my toes every day. I have even done some sit-ups.
I have lost six pounds and gained a discernable amount of energy. I am getting used to picking better foods for myself. I have just one problem. I have purchased a square of tofu. I have absolutely no clue how to serve it. I've only ever had tofu with miso soup. I guess I'll try cutting it up and stir frying it with my veggies. Don't tell John. I'm going to sneak it in there and see if he notices.
I was proud of myself on Saturday night at the restaurant, you know. I didn't want to have the Spa choice which was salmon. It was a French bistro, and I wanted hearty comfort food. So I had it. I ordered Coq au Vin, which was utterly delicious, and I ate about half of it, and then I stopped eating. Admire my self-discipline. Thank you, thank you.
Garden news: my monarda definitely has the mange. Well, mildew. Something horrid and powdery. And it didn't even produce flowers this year. I am all sorrow. I love monardas. I have consoled myself, however, by rejoicing in the sight of the abutilon, which has burst out with dozens of dangling red and yellow bells, having successfully recovered from the aphid attack. It's such a showy plant. I am very fond of it. The fuchsia, sole surviver of Dixie's depredations, has put out numerous buds. I stuck my digital camera underneath one to see what would happen, and I like the resulting photograph.
Tonight I went into the most wonderful shop in the entire universe to buy a gift for our departing agent. The shop is called Illuminations, and it is a thoroughly delightful candle shop. It satisfies my irresistable desire for fire and fragrance and color. I purchased a sharply fragrant lemongrass pillar for Matthew, and a small one for myself. I also bought an evergreen-scented candle in anticipation of the coming holidays. I resisted getting the pumpkin scent, the roasted chestnuts scent, or the apple scent as I thought it might subtly encourage me to be hungry.
Though I'm sure there's no calories in candle wax. Ba-dum-bum.
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