Is it talking? I dunno, maybe the last time I typed sounds better? I was a wee bit perturbed at the choice of cuisine served to a certain pre-diabetic while hanging out in the ER for just shy of twenty-four hours. I was under the impression that the “patient” had been waging her own war on her “pre-d”, attempting to discourage full blown D2, and well, I’m not up to wasting precious key strokes on such nonsense as is that whole story…
On another note, my hot husband’s cousin Kerry (and his wife who just happens to be a Shannon also) have been rocking low carb since February with nothing but outfreakingstanding results. (Kerry is a T2) They have been successful because they not only asked questions, but they also applied themselves. I am so happy for both of them.
I didn’t really intend on disappearing as long as I did. I just needed a little time off and the more time I took, the harder it was to come back. It helped that sometime early on I got a new phone and did not download the wordpress or facebook apps. It is amazing what one can get done with only pandora on their phone (lol).
Something I’ve been working on is my strawberry gutter. Maybe I told you about how a couple of my strawberry plants lived through the winter, in the wagon, parked in the garage. For Mother’s day, I got the best gift ever, a gutter. As if that wasn’t super enough, Michael hung it from the deck, and it was all ready for my strawberries.
The strawberries were doing so well, they made more plants.
While some of the runners ran down the gutter, most did not. At first, I arranged pots on the railing and attempted to force the runners over the tops, with limited success. One day while sitting on the deck, enjoying a nice icy beverage I realized that doing the same thing over and over again did not make it work any better. A change was needed and my strawberry experiment began.
Not only did I need to get dirt under my baby plants, I also needed a full proof (or is it fool proof? giggles) plan for keeping my pots on the railing. As I pondered my problem over another frozen dirty apple martini (I said icy beverage…) the solution was staring me in the face. Under, not over, besides, what’s the worst that could happen, right?
I decided that the worst indeed was that it wouldn’t work, but the odds musta been in my favor because it worked like a charm.
It’s been a couple weeks since the experiment began and I’ve actually had to give away a couple pots of strawberry plants. Not only are the freshly potted plants thriving, they are holding their own against the wind, birds and occasional showers we’ve been getting.
While I didn’t really intend on talking about diabetes/weight loss/healthy anything today, typing to you about the problem with the strawberries kinda makes me think about diabetes/weight loss/healthy anything.
It’s like this. We are either healthy or we’re not. If we are not, continuing to ponder how to go about changing that is a good idea. Continuing to ponder while not attempting any change, well, not so much. The main thing to remember is that (like with my strawberries) continuing to do the same thing over and over, just in case one can get different results is a big fat waste of time. In order to attain change, one must first attempt to change. The first attempt is not easy, change is hard, but change is worth it.
On that note, I’ve got some calamari, tilapia, jalepeños, and lime juice that are just aching to become ceviche.