But still, I am looking for things I like, things I love. We nailed a few things, Brad and I did. So I will choose one to talk about today. I was actually going to write a whole blog about cookies. I love them. If I had to choose one food I could eat forever and never gain weight from it would be cookies. I like your traditionals like chocolate chip or oatmeal. Never mind Lays potato chips, it's cookies that I can't eat just one of. I like biscotti a bunch. I am a dunker by nature, so biscotti and coffee, well I'm all over that like the chicken and june bug thing. Oh how I do love me a nice, dense shortbread. The kind that positively melts in your mouth, or give me a lemon bar that makes my mouth start puckering just thinking about them. But dedicate a whole blog to cookies? Kind of silly really.
Food in general is something every one likes right? You'd be hard pressed to find anyone who'd say, Nah, I don't like food, I just eat because I HAVE to. Food is more than just sustenance, it is so many things when I think about it.
Food is a celebration! Think about the holidays, it's not like you have people over for Thanksgiving to stare at you. You have a feast. A spread worthy of royalty! I tell my girls it's an expression of love when I lay a spread out like that. I loved 50 plus people this year enough to cook for days getting ready to share the day with them. When I am cleaning squid with ink all over my hands for the Feast of the 7 Fish, it's not cause I am digging the Goth nail look. I am doing it because my grandmother did it when I was growing up and I loved going to Grandma and Grandpas on Christmas Eve! I want that for my kids too.
Food can be sensual *rawr*. And no not like a cucumber from that scene in Animal House. I'm talking that scene in 9 1/2 Weeks where Mickey Rourke has Kim Bassinger blindfolded and he's simply feeding her. It was swoon worthy. Hotter then hot and nothing more then a woman being fed by a man. Forget about the honey, that wasn't being fed, but that's a blog for another day lol!
I do love to cook. I believe cooking is my art and being able to eye a good recipe isn't something everyone can do. Brad teases me and calls me the MacGyver of the kitchen. Gimme a few basic things and I can blow something up hahaha, no seriously though. I can get fairly creative in the kitchen. I love the show Chopped. They should have the average Joe version of Chopped, I'd do pretty darned well if I do say so myself. But it is a way I express myself and once again to show people I like them. When I gave a box of my Ameretti and Italian Rainbow cookies to a friend of ours for Christmas he said to me, after he ate them, he would finance a bake shop if I would bake for him.
Epiphany moment. The training, the lack of motivation, not being excited to race. I just said it there in that sentence with Ralph in it. I don't want something I love to turn into something I have to do. There it is in plain view for me now. That is EXACTLY what happened with training for me last year. Instead of it being something I looked forward to, it was just sheer drudgery. I've been saying it, but it really hit home when I equated it with something I still love to do!
Now that I completely understand why I don't want to train what do I do to change how I feel? I believe that I need more introspection, I need a plan, I need to go cook! I need to make cookies out of my training!
How do I make swimming, biking and running into my Three Color Cookies?
2 comments:
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Your blog reminds me of my favorite show from years past, Sex and the City. You are now officially Carrie Bradshaw. Keep the introspection coming!
This will be my new favorite thing. You are doing the right thing, finding your passion. Remember, passions can change over time, it's all good.
Wow Tracy, I am totally flattered by that comparison! Thanks so much for the kind words!!
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