Yesterday I made a batch of granola. You see my little helper there? That’s Big Papi. He is my kitchen supervisor, taste tester (without even being asked, imagine that), an all paws on deck canine foodie. He has his mama’s affinity for treats. In my last post, I mentioned treating yourself when dealing with an anxious time or feeling. Within reason, of course, food is a sweet way to give yourself some comfort. Better yet, get in the kitchen and create something yourself. I love to bake. Love to get in the kitchen and go crazy. I have always had a passion for it, but now that anxiety is in play in my life, it also serves as a wonderful distraction. Give me some butter (ok, a lot of butter), some flour, sugar, and I am on my way.
I have been a foodie for as long as I can remember. Food has always been such a big part of my life. My parents are wonderful bakers. I can remember, as a little girl, my mom would save the scraps of pie dough after making a pie. She would slather them with melted butter and cinnamon sugar and bake them. Man oh man, I was in heaven. I still have that sweet tooth today. A whole mouth full. While I love a good salty snack, French fries are a fave, I have an affinity for the sweet stuff. This affinity does create a love hate relationship with my bathroom scale, but hey, that’s what walks are for, right? A little balance does a body and mind good. Yes. Balance, moderation, all go along in keeping our lives on track. Am I making sense here? Lord a’mighty, remember I can ramble. Like a pro.
I will now cease all rambling and leave you with this. Follow your passions. Whatever they are. Never let anxiety, fear, others’ opinions, get in the way. You have this one life, and you owe it to yourself to give it all you’ve got. You never know what sweet things await you.
Until next time.