Here’s a thought process I’ve been going through over the past week or so.
First, I started thinking about eggs. I wanted to eat more eggs. Any of you who know me know that this is extremely unusual behavior. I don’t really like eggs. I like the shape of eggs. I like that you can bake delicious things with eggs. But I don’t like the flavor of eggs. When I was a kid my mom used to get us to eat eggs once in a while by making eggie reggies. Scrambled eggs with fried potatoes in them.
Then my brother heard this young man speak at his church. He is a fitness enthusiast, so of course I had to check out his website. Pretty nice, and I even listened to some of their podcasts. I looked at their food plan, and then I looked again. Man, those people like eggs. When I looked again, I just realized it was a high protein diet.
THEN, Helen started her paleo challenge. And other people have been talking about it on the blogs. And then Kelly (I think) recommended this book to Helen. So I was checking it out, and basically their theory is to balance your complex carbohydrate intake with protein intake.
All this to say:
I ATE SOME EGGS.
Well, not really. I had a few more thoughts swirling around. Basically, that I could stand to add a little more protein to my daily diet. And see whether or not it will decrease my snacking at times I am not really hungry. We shall see.
In the meantime, I made the best batch of stew that I have had in years. As you can see, this is plain and simple stew. That’s how my mom made it growing up, and that’s how I still like it. I have definitely slimmed down the recipe. This bowl ended up being 300 calories. I think the reason it was so tasty was that the beef was grass-fed, from some local growers.
Almost every day I walk outside a different Japanese maple has turned colors. Here is another one, a little more orange than the first one I showed you (also in this picture.)
And here is a little one that has struggled for the past five years. It is lime green in the summer. But its leaves usually died in the summer heat before fall arrived. I think this is the first year I have seen it turn. Isn’t it a pretty lemony yellow color? Now I remember, the name of it is Lemon Lime–maybe referring to its two distinctly different colors.
Well, once again I am too tired to write anything interesting, or even coherent, so I will leave you all and head for the bed AGAIN.