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Eat Simply

I spoke to my leader on Thursday night, and we decided not to bump up points or pounds right away. Instead, I'm going to keep really strong track this week and aim for less processed foods.... to see if that is perhaps the cause of things not working well for me. She's thinking that perhaps a couple of weeks of this might be helpful. At this point, why not?

I do eat healthy, but I also do rely on more processed food sometimes as a matter of convenience and time. When about 90 minutes of your day is shot due to merely commuting, sometimes processed and packaged is a huge advantage. I could spend a couple of hours (on a weekend, naturally) to make homemade soup, freeze it, then hope I remember to set it out to defrost and then reheat...... or I can open a can of the Progresso Light soup (which I love) and voila!

As much as I love cooking, I haven't had time to breathe lately, let alone cook. In a "worlds colliding" moment worthy of George Costanza, I am going through a lot of soul-searching, which I've written about in a private journal. One of the things I have realized is that my life seems so complicated and probably artificially so.... meaning, if I lived more simply, I might find that those little annoyances and distractions would go away too. The one element I can't change is moving closer to work. Just not possible at this point, so how else can I simplify my life?

And how can I simplify my eating habits? Within reason, how can I enlist others to assist me in this? I say "within reason" for a reason -- the one time recently I asked someone to help me with something, the end result was ..... let's just say it made the Keystone Kops look like a well-oiled machine. Not pretty.

I need to simplify not just my life but my eating as well, as much as I possibly can. There's a saying of "Live simply, so that others may simply live." Does the same apply to food ..... if I eat more simply, might that mean that somewhere in the world, someone might be able to simply eat because of my choice?

So much to ponder.... so much to consider.... so much to do.

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