No more running

Doesn't this look like you could have bought it in the produce section?

I needed an onion to saute with some other vegetables for dinner last night. I've been pulling onions for a month now, but they've never looked like store-bought onions before.

Some of you are, I'm sure, tired of my gardening adventures, and for that I apologize. I'm not sure I'll ever get tired of putting a seed (or, in the onion's case, a set) in the ground and a few weeks later pulling food out. And it's good, healthy food, too. The waste from homegrown food goes into the compost bin and back to enriching the soil, not to the landfill or burn barrel.

And since this blog is supposed to be about my waist, I must tell you that garden chores (and other activities) kept me so busy yesterday I didn't eat a thing until dinner. That's rather unprecedented for me. I'm a three-squares-a-day kinda gal, as a rule.

I'm still loving the BlackBerry. I've cut my morning onlin…

So this blog post must be pretty valuable. Heh.
Thank you for indulging me in an almost-wordless post this morning. I gotta go work in the garden before it gets too hot.

Happiness is not a reward – it is consequence. Suffering is not a punishment – it is a result. ~ Robert Green Ingersoll 
How's that for turning one's thinking inside out and upside down?

I don't know about you, but I nearly always think of consequences as negatives, and results as positive. And certainly happiness is positive and suffering is negative.

But here's this Ingersoll guy suggesting exactly the opposite.

I have some more thinking to do about this one, but so far I like it. In general, I like being challenged to see the world in a different light. Life isn't black or white, it's a thousand shades of grey. Just because we've always done something a particular way doesn't necessarily make it the best way, does it? (I'm thinking of YOU, U.S. health "care" system! Because I went to a PNHP meeting last night.)

What say you?

Drug addicts frequently are stick-thin. Who has time to eat when you spend all your time looking for dope? And who has money for food when you give it all to the dope man? (Oh, the hits I'm gonna get from this post!)

Well, now I know why BlackBerry devices are, in some circles, called CrackBerry. I'm pretty good about eating something in the morning, but forget lunch and who cares about dinner?

My husband cares about dinner, that's who, so I had to back away from the phone and actually prepare food yesterday evening. (Grass-fed beef burgers mixed with pesto, homemade sourdough sandwich buns and a pasta salad dressed with lemon vinaigrette. With fresh peas from my garden!) As soon as the kitchen was cleaned up, though, I was back on the couch searching for apps.

SparkPeople has a BlackBerry app, which I've downloaded but haven't started using. I signed up for SP a long time ago and used it for a while. I soon discovered that I dislike being boxed in to a particular m…

I am not disappointed with the new phone, nor with using it as a modem to connect to the internet at higher speeds. In fact, I'm thrilled! The Genius feature on iTunes works for the first time in more than a year. It still takes quite a while to download a song, but the time has been cut significantly – probably 75 percent faster.

You might be wondering what this has to do with fitness or weight loss. Not a damned thing. But it makes me happy, and that's something working on fitness or weight loss hasn't done lately. Heh.

I suppose I could argue with myself that this new technology is very helpful, since it's keeping me busy and out of the pantry. I sure don't want to snack when I can surf the web in the palm of my hand! My phone has a GPS system on it. Genius! It takes videos as well as still photos. Genius! It goes to sleep when I do (actually, it goes to sleep when I tell it to). Genius!

And it makes it possible for me to create way-cool playlists from my music*…

No, not the women's exercise place. And not my zaftig body, either.

I'm talking writing about the learning curve associated with the Blackberry Curve. My new Blackberry Curve, thankyouverymuch!

My four-year-old flip phone died a couple months ago and I've been cell phone-free ever since. Well, not completely. When I needed one, I grabbed my husband's two-year-old flip phone.

In other words, our contract with AT&T is up and we both needed new phones. Yesterday was the day.

(Yesterday was supposed to be Sam's Club shopping day, but the cell phone excursion took too long.)

Y'all have endured my endless bitching about dial-up for years, and I appreciate it. One has to bitch about something, after all, and dial-up is an easy target.

Anyway. We chose U.S. Cellular based on recommendations from several friends in this area. I bitched to the salesman about my dial-up service and he gave me a couple of options. But, seriously? All he really had to do was dangle a Sma…

We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them. ~ Albert Einstein
Following up on yesterday's rant with the most perfect quote.

Just think if we'd listened to those crazy hippies back in the '70s, and put up solar panels and windmills and moved forward with hydroelectric power. Where would we be today?

I can almost guarantee we wouldn't be hand-washing pelicans in Dawn dishwashing liquid.

Relating the quote to the quest for better health, greater fitness and fewer pounds, what can we do differently to further these goals? What haven't we tried? How can we open our minds to new possibilities?

If you've been reading this blog (or the previous one) for a while, you know how much I dislike weight training, purported to be one of the keys to weight loss. I flirted with Jillian Michaels' 30-Day Shred for a little bit earlier this year, and then dropped it like a hot potato once I got busy in the garden.

(Actually, I've dropped j…

I had to throw that little mini-post up yesterday evening so I wouldn't forget it. Two, two, two posts in one day! That makes up for a couple weeks of no posts at all, right? Heh.

Seriously, though, Jen has it right: Reducing the amount of oil we use will, in the long run, make a huge difference in the quality of our lives. We did this in the '70s during the gasoline shortage. Lines at gas stations were blocks long, prices were high and supplies were limited. We learned how to do more with less in so many ways.

One of the more controversial results of that energy crisis was the reduction in the highway speed limit from 70 or 65 to 55 miles per hour. As I recall, it was a strictly enforced law – the state police didn't give you any wiggle room, as they seem to do now. It was, of course, eventually modified and then repealed, and states were once again given control over how fast drivers could navigate their roads.

If you do a Google search for "55 mph speed limit,"…

The oil spill in the Gulf will impact our lives for years to come, possibly decades. Possibly a lifetime. For a great post on some little things we can do to help, please read this. Thanks, Jen!

The Blogger gods were smiling on me this morning. I have a lot of trouble uploading pix for the blog, which is why it's such a boring blog to look at. For some reason today, I was able to upload five photos in no time flat! And I also just e-mailed a photo, something that normally takes a long, long time, in less than 30 seconds! Thank you, Blogger, and thank you, Gmail, and thank you suddenly speedy internet access.
What are these photos, you might ask? Well, I took Anne's advice from yesterday's comments and did something I love – worked in the garden and then took pictures of all the stuff that's growing. I also harvested some lettuce and spinach to add to the grilled chicken salad we had for dinner last night.

The first photo is Future Hummus. This is what a chickpea (or garbanzo bean) plant looks like:
 Next is Future Pesto (among other things). The garlic is not yet ready to harvest, but I'm getting anxious to see what it looks like! Growing garlic is…

I expected a letdown after my delightful guest left, but I didn't expect it to last this long. Sigh.

I spent yesterday morning with an old-fashioned lawn edger and yesterday afternoon with the vacuum cleaner, both tasks designed to make me sweat. Unfortunately, they were both pretty mindless activities which did nothing for my mood.

Grrr.

Perhaps I should channel Scarlett O'Hara: After all, tomorrow is another day!

for her (my granddaughter) to go home.

for "vacation" to end.

for this heat and humidity.

for three more months of it.

for a marathon, or even a half-marathon, or even a 5-K!

Of all of the above, the only one I can do something about is the last. My granddaughter had to go home, as her summer is full of plans. Visiting me was the kick-off event! (And it was a wonderful visit, one we hope to repeat many times in the future.) Vacations don't last forever: bills need to be paid, laundry needs to be done, grass needs to be mowed – you know the drill.

We can never control the intensity of the weather, nor can we reduce the amount of time we have to endure it. As the young folks say, it is what it is.

That leaves me with training. I've been wishing, hoping, thinking and dreaming about running a lot lately. Summer is a sucky time to start training, but hey, it is what it is. If I'm going to run a fall marathon, or even a winter one in Florida, there's no time like t…

delighted to be here!

Having my granddaughter here is wonderful. She's already ridden on a tractor, climbed a tree and bought strawberries from one of our Amish neighbors. That was in her first hour.

Last night she decided my yarn closet needed organizing, so that will be an ongoing project while she's here.

I doubt if I'll be around the blogosphere much this week. Life as I know it will return to normal next Monday.

Darn!

I'm heading west again, and this time let's hope there are no weather-related incidents. Last time I went to the Nashville area they had a 500-year flood. The time before that, my home area had the second huge snowfall of the season. The time before that (although I didn't go to N'ville), my home area had the first huge snowfall of the season.

No matter where you are or when you go, weather happens. I'd rather it be mild, benign, gentle weather this time, thankyouverymuch.

This is a good time to take a short trip. I've straw-mulched most of the garden to keep the weeds somewhat at bay. Nothing needs to planted and nothing is ready to harvest. I'm looking forward to seeing lots of progress after a few days away. (Garden update: Currently, three of the tomato plants have flowers, and one has little baby tomatoes on it. I've picked what few radishes there were, and replanted those. Beets might be ready when I return, they're doing well. I'm not so …

If I lived in the tropics, I would most definitely have a lemon tree. In the past couple weeks I've bought and used two big bags of lemons, and if I weren't going out of town I'd be buying more today. Lemons have become the new garlic for me.

When I was at my daughter's in late April/early May, she made an outstanding vinaigrette, a simple mixture of olive oil and lemon juice that dressed the salad in diamonds instead of rhinestones. Last night I attempted to recreate it from memory, and succeeded beyond my wildest hopes.

Lemon Vinaigrette
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
1/3 cup olive oil
1 clove garlic, minced
1 Tblsp. sugar
freshly ground salt
freshly ground pepperWhisk together and toss with greens. Delish!

Then again, maybe it was the greens. I used romaine, spinach, basil, parsley, chives, green onions, radishes and chives.

No, it was definitely the lemon vinaigrette.

I've noticed as I've gotten, ahem, older, that if given a choice of something citrusy-sweet or s…