This month's eclipse may be the most upbeat and exciting of them all, for it seems to be
the one that will allow you to tear up your old script and write the new one, one you've
wanted to live. You may begin to wear much younger, more hip clothing, restyle your hair,
move cross country, try a new job, get married or, if you have not been happy, get divorced --
you decide. You are now the director of the movie of your life. Screen out the cacophony of
voices around you, and listen to your heart.
~ AstrologyZone
What I eat:
Breakfast: Yogurt (Blue Bunny Lite 85). My favorite flavors are Black Forest, Bananas Foster,
and Peach. Sometimes Key Lime. On the weekends and usually one day during the week, I add
about two ounces of Grape-Nuts.
Lunch: Usually salad. Sometimes Greek salad, with lettuce, black olives, feta cheese and Italian
dressing. Today's salad is lettuce, black olives, bacon, shredded Mozzarella, banana peppers, roasted
red peppers, and Caesar dressing. I also have a couple of ounces of cheese--today's is
smoked Gouda, probably my favorite.
And an egg. Hard-boiled. Cello was getting something out of the refrigerator the other
day and saw a couple of hard-boiled eggs in the door, and he said, "Is this your egg,
Protein Girl?" I'm not all that crazy about eggs, normally, i.e., I don't eat a lot of
omelets or scrambled eggs, although that (scrambled) is my preparation method of choice.
Poached eggs I kind of like. I think it's really the yolk that I like. The whites are
just kind of blah.
Cello was standing in my doorway one day and I was eating a boiled egg, and later he said,
"The way you were eating that egg the other day: you're weird." It was kind of weird, and I was thinking that as I was eating it,
but I just pretended it was normal. I was kind of breaking off pieces of the white and
eating them, kind of peeling it all away from the yolk, the best part . . .
On the weekends, while I'm out running errands, I'll usually get a salad at Subway (very
good, and pretty cheap, although it takes them a long time to make one since they do them
on order).
Snacks: The aforementioned egg, cheese, or nuts. Peanuts or almonds, usually.
Dinner: This is the hard part. Monday night I had a burrito "bol" from Chipotlé,
no tortilla, rice or beans (I do sometimes have black beans, though, depending on how hungry I
am), just steak, cheese and sour cream, guacamolé and lettuce. That's
a great dinner, very filling, not too bad carb-wise. Really good, in fact, without the
beans.
Tuesday night I had guacamolé and pistachio nuts. Bob's out of town, so society
breaks down. Just a bowlful of guacamolé, no chips, of course.
Last night I intended to have the same thing again, but the second avacado
was rotten, so I had a strange melangé of a cut-up hot dog, some bacon, and some
shredded cheese, microwaved. And some pistachios, and for dessert, a couple of spoonfuls
of cheesecake-flavored cream cheese.
I'm definitely not starving myself, I get plenty to eat and I'm usually not overly hungry,
nor do I really crave the things that I can't have. But I do get bored. I used to have a
friend who, when we were having breakfast or lunch together, would say, "Do you ever just
get tired of eating?" At the time I thought, no, I never do, but now, yeah, I do. I'll be
eating a salad for lunch, and I'm not really all that hungry, but I know I need to eat.
Like older people who lose their tastebuds, and have no interest in eating, sometimes I
feel like I have to force myself to eat. Not because I'm not hungry, really, but because
there's nothing I can eat that sounds interesting to me. What is interesting is
that I haven't once broken out the potato chips, or pasta, or bread, or doughnuts. We
have that stuff in the house, but I just look at it and think, nope, can't have that,
and really, it isn't all that hard.
On Halloween I did have two mini Snickers bars, and one day last week I was craving
chocolate and went to the cupboard to see if there were any left, but fortunately,
Bob had eaten them all. I thought, "Oh, well," and had a cup of tea.
