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2500 problems but this blog ain't one

A milestone: This is my 2500th post here at KRRE, which came alive in mid-May of 2008.

I had abandoned the Shrinking Knitter a couple weeks earlier, for personal reasons, after not quite 700 posts. I started blogging January 10, 2006. Anyone still here who remembers those days?

Y'all have been through a lot with me, there and here. After a very long courtship, my husband and I were married, and we've had five grandchildren since I began SK. I don't share much about the little ones, because I think it's important to protect their privacy.

And the blog is not, after all, about them.

Most of my posts are weight-loss-, fitness- or health-related. When I began gardening in earnest, a friend suggested changing the name from Knit Run Repeat to Knit Run Reap Eat, a great improvement and one that covered all the bases.

The new base, the one that isn't covered, is liberal politics, but I've learned that no one really minds if I head off on a tangent. I'm not forcing …

What I need vs what I have time for

I need to keep writing. Here. It helps me vent, rant, share and stay on track.

With fewer than 40 days to the election, and with the commitments I've made, I have very little time for writing, here or anywhere else.

Maybe for the near future I just need to pop in here and write a sentence or two, for me … a "good job" or "could have done better" or "you go, girl" post. Because I really miss writing and I really need it.

So I'm here today to reply to a comment – and to ask for forgiveness for taking so long to do so – asking how to make homemade Larabars. A Google search provides many options, but I don't remember which one I used to get started.

What I do now is soak an 8-oz. package of Sun-Maid Pitted Dates in hot water for 15 to 20 to 30 minutes – the time isn't critical, but it is helpful and kinder to your food processor if they've been soaked.

While the dates are softening up, whirl a couple cups of almonds or cashews or walnuts o…

Conference weekend

And another weekend where I'll be eating every meal at someone else's mercy.

Fortunately the hotel rooms have mini-fridges. I'm taking homemade Larabars and hard-cooked eggs, as I'm not sure what kind of breakfast options will be available. I think tomorrow's lunch will be on our own (not part of the conference). Finding a suitable salad shouldn't be an issue.

I requested gluten-free options for remaining meals. I think I've done all I can do to prepare for food.

The hotel has a fitness center, but the weather forecast is for GORGEOUS, so I'll try to get outside early each morning to walk somewhere. Google Earth should be helpful in determining if I can stay near the hotel or if I'll have to drive somewhere.

Last year at this conference I fell while I was running and split my knee wide open. I still have a scar. I was in a bit better shape a year ago, as I'd been running fairly regularly. And I weighed about 10 pounds less.

It's discouraging…

A fine, fine weekend

My life is so different now than it was just a few years ago. When I moved here to West Virginia, I didn't know anyone except my husband. He worked in various places throughout the state, and for several years was gone three or four days a week. I spent a lot of time here in the Middle of Nowhere by myself, honing my online skills and knitting. A lot.

He worked in Huntington for a couple of years. For one of those years we rented a house and I moved there. I never really got to know my way around Cabell County, but I knew where the mall was (heh), and we met lots of people. Those connections led to our going to Greenbo Lake every fall for a relaxing, rewarding and refreshing conference, one we've been going to since 2000. We've only missed one year. We were on our way to Kentucky in 2010 when we learned my father had died.

This past weekend was the conference, and it was – again – a reunion with old friends, an opportunity to make new ones and a time to refresh, renew and …

Workin' for the weekend


I don't have a "real" job, but my volunteer jobs sure take a lot of time and energy. So it's nice to have a little downtime in the schedule.

Hershey and the dog sitter will be holding down the fort as my husband and I travel to her birthplace. We rescued her from a filthy barn on a Kentucky hillside 11 years ago as we attended the same event we're going to today.

She's a lucky dog.

And we're lucky owners, because Hershey is a super dog. Obedient (most of the time), healthy (unless she eats deer bones), playful (although she's slowing down a bit in her dotage), affectionate (ALWAYS). She probably won't eat much while we're gone, but she'll be ecstatic when we pull in the driveway again Sunday afternoon.

I won't be completely unplugging, but more than likely I'll take a blog break. Have a great weekend!

So, yeah, about yesterday

While I hadn't made a public commitment to return to posting daily, I'd hoped to. Yesterday kind of got away from me. I even had to reschedule a haircut because life got, um, rather complicated.

As I got ready to run some errands and go to a meeting in town yesterday morning, I remembered there was no gas for the mower. Our rainfall totals have been impressive the last three or four weeks, following a July in which I cut the grass just one time. One more fill-up should do for this season.

So I headed out to the garden shed to get the gas can. The combination of wet grass and a hole in the yard (hidden by – um – grass), had me flat on my face before I knew what was happening.

Because I was in a hurry, I simply got up, grabbed the gas container, went back to change my now grass-stained shirt and went on my not-so-merry way.

When an older person (I'm 63, you be the judge) falls, alarm bells go off. Where does it hurt, are there any broken bones, what about scrapes and cuts … …

One foot in front of the other

Success breeds success.

Who's heard that one before?

But who remembers it when faced with a bowl of free chocolate candy?
THAT WOULD BE ME! Went to a fairly long meeting last night, and there's always a bowl of Hershey's Miniatures near the center of the table. I happened to sit down almost right in front of the bowl, and the person across from me moved it to make sure it was DIRECTLY in front of me.

You know. Just to make sure the test was hard enough. Heh.

Three things combined to keep me from sampling the goods:

It was a busy meeting; I was taking a lot of notes.I was aware that, perhaps, someone there might be reading my blog.Why mess with what works?
Seriously. I feel pretty good. I do believe the toxins which I introduced into my system are still on the way out, as I've experienced some unusual and best-left-unsaid symptoms the last couple of days. All in all, though, my energy levels are increasing and I'm truly feeling back on the track that works for me.


A great perspective

And one I needed. So thank you, Debi.

In case you missed it, a reader left a comment on Saturday's post. Part of her comment was this:
None of this "back on track" business, because that feels like dietspeak to me. You are resuming the eating habits that really changed your life this last year and a half.  And she's absolutely right.

My little break wasn't going "off the diet." It was an experiment, of sorts, a test. And I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that, just as a diabetic needs to shun sugar, for me to enjoy my best possible life I need to avoid grains, dairy, sugar and legumes.

(Although I've not actually tested the legumes. I think I've had a couple small tastes of hummus in the last 17 months, but have not tucked into a bowl of bean soup or a peanut butter sandwich.)

It would be great if I could have used the paleo plan to restore my health and then been able to eat like a "normal" person, whoever that is. The truth is, the …

The dawn breaks

I am an early, early riser. Definitely a morning person. It's always pitch black outside when I wake up. A glance at the digital clock tells me if it's toooooo early to actually begin my day.

If the first number is a "3," it's too early. Usually. If I just can't get back to sleep, though, I go ahead and start getting all the things swirling in my head done. And believe me, there's always something swirling around in there.

I've been designing a lot of ads lately, many for a program book which has gone to the printer and since then some newspaper ads to try to convince West Virginians that Democrats really are a better choice than the Koch Brothers-funded candidates.

If you know me in real life, you've heard me say this before: West Virginia is following in North Carolina's footsteps. In 2010, NC was taken over by the GOP, and the Koch Brothers can take a lot of credit. A disorganized and underfunded state Democratic party also is responsible. …

Staying on track is better than getting back on track

Yes, it is.

I was tempted by a tiny little piece of [insert food porn here] yesterday, but I resisted. I wasn't hungry. I just wanted the taste of it. And I felt better after I brushed my teeth and found something else to do than I would have had I had that tiny little piece of [insert food porn here].

One thing I forgot to write about yesterday was a bit of mental gymnastics I went through on Wednesday and Thursday.

I had been way off plan, eating whatever I felt like, whatever sounded good, whatever was handy. I felt like an unruly child, turning my nose up at good-for-me options and going instead for, basically, anything with sugar and flour in it.

If I ever had any doubts about the addictive qualities of sugar and flour for me, I'm over them. I cannot be trusted to leave them alone.

Because I also wasn't food journaling during that period of, um, indiscretion, I can't say what set me off. I remember making rice one night, a couple weeks ago, which was delicious. I …

One day down … done and DUSTED!

Yesterday was perfect!

Four-mile walk? Check.
Three clean meals? Check.
No snacking? Check.

I hadn't even planned to lift my little (3-pound) dumbbells yesterday, but they were right there in plain sight as I was tying my shoes to go walk and I thought, "Why not?"

I'm so awesome.

It's really amazing how much better I feel this morning, not just physically, but emotionally. I'm not a loser! I can and DID do what I said I would do.

And I will do it again today.

I made my all-time favorite paleo meal for dinner last night. I didn't have chicken tenders, so I cut four chicken breasts into three long pieces each (which is probably how Tyson creates chicken tenders, eh?). I then dusted the pieces with chili and garlic powder, wrapped each one in a strip of bacon and baked them in a 350° oven.

An hour later we were eating half of them, along with sautéed zucchini/peppers/onions/carrots. The remaining pieces will be sliced to top a …

Climbing out of the abyss

Not only have I not been writing and posting here, I've not been reading or commenting on others' blogs, unless I've chosen to subscribe to your blog via e-mail. Hi, Gingerzingi!

For that, I apologize. I have excuses, plenty of excuses, but the main one, obviously, is that when obligations and responsibilities pile up, something's gotta go.

One something has gone for good: I'm no longer following any kind of photo-a-day list. I still take photos when I walk, but I haven't been walking every day, either. Walking has not gone for good, but daily walking has.

I'd like to change that. Yesterday was a "rest" day, but the last week of August I managed five consecutive days. I only logged 52 miles last month, the lowest monthly total since I started tracking mileage, I do believe.

I suppose I'm one of those all-or-nothing types, as well. When the daily walks turned into every-other daily walks, it became easier for me to eat poorly. It's a viciou…