I bought this guy at the food co-op today. I do love the food co-op. And, so far, my trips there are cheaper than therapy. I was meandering the produce area this morning when a friendly lady shared with me that she just loves this green. It's called 'tatsoy.' She says she steams it a little and then sautees it with shiitake mushrooms and onions. Sounded good to me! I'll be experimenting with that later...Back in August it was my intent to detox from fatty foods and other beloved toxins and be a pseudo-vegan freak of nature. I forgot my context: the midwest. Where it is SO HARD to resist Quik Trip and fast food and other delectable poisons. It sneaks up on you, really. Plus, as John says, "you have to give [yourself] a test [you] can pass." The no coffee, no dairy, no alchohol, no refined anything...just wasn't happening. And why should it? No shame, no blame. Just move forward.
So, I'm pressing the reset button. Hoping to integrate leafy, beautiful foods back into my diet. It's fun, anyway. Next step: figuring out how to get out and walk or bike or whatever...even though the sun is MIA. I'll leave you with this poem I wrote last week:
Wait. Weight. Don't tell me.
It's too late. Shoulda walked away
when the scale read 'E'
as if to say: use your "e"
Imagination? Close enough.
Imagine yourself beautiful
and alive - still wearing a
size 8 loosely. Isn't that
satisfying enough?
But no, you couldn't wait -
Had to know.
Had to think about it in the shower -
taking inventory
of all those half-donuts at the church,
Quik Trip soft drinks (no one gets the small size...)
and cheap hamburgers with extra pickle for the sojourn home.
Weight...wait. No sense atoning for this sin now.
Have to wait until you're home and filling your own fridge
with greens and legumes and other affirming victuals.
But not now. No time
for broccoli shopping on a funeral trip.
Eat your casseroles and jellos and
repent when you return.
But wait! Wait...
There is something you can do,
wherever you are...
Stand before the mirror -
hover over the sink. Dip
your finger in any living water -
mark yourself with the
cross of Christ
and trust that you are
a beloved child of God -
no ifs, ands, or big butts about it.














