Hello, poor, abandoned blog!
I’ve not written in a long time. Why?
For a few reasons.
- My job has been so demanding that I haven’t had much energy for anything besides getting things done at the office and getting my exercise in.
- My Post-European Travel Despair has yet to dissipate. Happens every time I come back. Usually lasts until I can start planning my next trip.
- I’ve been cooking a whole lot less because of the aforementioned things.
Between my bouts of misery and stress, I have, however,
still been progressing in living a healthier life and surrounding myself with
healthy food. As I said, I haven’t been
whipping up meals on my own as much, but I’ve been seeking out more ready-made
or quick to make, no-cook healthy foods.
Oh, and I discovered coffee.
I’m not quite sure how that happened.
For my entire life up until about two months ago, my burgeoning hatred
and mistrust for anything coffee-related was a defining aspect of my being, but
something changed. “I think I want to
try coffee,” I announced one night after dinner. My best friend bestowed a few Keurig cups on
me, and it was all downhill from there.
At this point, I’ve become enough of a connoisseur to assure you I do
hate K-cups, and I’ve developed a preference for medium-bodied varieties brewed
in a French press. Seriously though, I
still have barely a clue what I’m doing with coffee. I just know that our loves deepens with each passing day.
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| My favoritest coffee so far. |
I kind of wish I’d discovered it before taking on a healthy
lifestyle. I would have loved to be able
to enjoy a pumpkin spice latte in total ignorance of the horrific nutrition
facts (even the “skinny” Starbucks version has something like 260 calories for a 12 oz, plus around 4 bajillion carbs and grams of sugar).
Having forever been a pumpkin spice loving, coffee hating creature, I always
felt miffed on missing out when pumpkin spice latte season rolled around. Luckily I found a recipe for a truly “skinny”
version, and edited it down into something I could enjoy without guilt! You can, of course, use real sugar and real
maple syrup in this.
Recipe (made in a French press):
2 tsp pumpkin pie spice
3 tbsp coffee (hazelnut coffee tastes best, in my opinion)
2 Tbsp Walden Farms Pancake Syrup (or syrup of choice)
8 oz skim milk
2 tsp sweetener of choice (I like Splenda or Truvia, but whatever works)
-Brew the coffee + pumpkin pie spice with 18 oz of water.
Fill the bottom of your mug with the syrup.
Shake the milk until it's nice and frothy, then heat it in the microwave for about a minute.
Pour the hot coffee and milk into your mug and stir in some sweetener if you prefer.
Enjoy your 80 calorie latte!
Other things I’ve discovered:
Quest bars- holy omg.
These. Things. Are. Amazing!
Especially when you heat them up in the microwave (most of them). The Quest protein chips are amazing, too
(though probably not in the microwave).
I’ve been focusing on a more low-carb/low sugar diet recently, and these
things really go above and beyond in that aspect.
And continuing my trend of "What Can I Just Slap Together" meals, we have:
Oatmeal and sliced bananas, with coffee of course . . .
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Toast with cream cheese and apple butter, with coffee . . .
Mom's homemade banana bread with cream cheese, cinnamon apple butter, and...you guessed it....
Scrambled eggs on toast with Canadian bacon...
Oh, and the delicacy I like to call Bachelorette Pizza. It's toast with a wedge of laughing cow cheese, mini pepperonis, and fresh basil on top. The basil looks fancy and the pepperonis are cute, which makes it not look as sad.
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| It's not actually all that sad. It's actually pretty delicious. |
Which brings me to last night’s dinner- beet and apple salad with balsamic vinaigrette.
My mom’s single apple tree has proven itself to be a
veritable orchard unto itself, and we’ve had to get very creative with ways to use
up the plethora of fruit. I have about
four quarts of applesauce tucked in my freezer at the moment, along with three
varieties of apple butter, two more quarts of applesauce, a jar of cinnamon
apples, and a bowl of raw apples in the fridge. Oh, and two bags of dried apples on top of the fridge. Needless to say, about every meal these days is accompanied by some sort
of apple product.
Anyway, it was simple salads for dinner because yesterday
was one heck of a day. For the sake of
being a bright-eyed, positive professional, I won’t hash out details, but my
work day was rough. Don’t get me wrong-
I love what I do, find it very rewarding, and feel supremely lucky to have
found a position that goes along with my degree and allows me to be
creative. That’s not the problem.
The problem, at its very core, I think, is that I’m not Southern. By all technical accounts, I am, but by all
accounts of my behavior, personality, and soul, I am not. I had a good heart-to-heart with my mom about
it, and she reminded me I am still young, and I am still free to chase my
dreams. There truly is nothing holding
me back, besides maybe the necessity of keeping a few fluffballs with me
wherever I go. And what has been my
dream forever? When people ask me, if I could
do anything, what would I do, what do I say to them?
I have a few answers to that, but there’s a common thread
throughout all of them, and it’s that none of them have anything to do with
living in rural North Carolina . They all have to do with being far, far away
from it. Europe ,
more specifically. So, what IS holding
me back? I sometimes feel a bit down
about being a nearly-30-year-old woman who has never come close to being in a
committed relationship, having no kids, having no home of my own, no grand
salary or savings, etc. Ok . . . maybe “sometimes”
is an understatement. I feel pretty
crappy, undesirable, and unaccomplished for the vast majority of my waking
hours. But maybe I’m missing the
positive aspect of my lack of ties to anything permanent and lasting: I have
complete freedom. And perhaps I’m
squandering it.
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| I can only hope... |
I’m not sure what I’ll do next, or how I’ll make it happen,
but I think it’s time to get what I really
want out of life back in focus. There is
so much pressure- especially in the South and especially in your late 20s- to
be stable and have everything figured out, but that seems to refuse to happen
for me. And maybe if I get back to
chasing what I really want, it will finally come together.
