Change

As you see, Boris is not very big on the idea of change. I have accepted that he will always sit on top of the refrigerator no matter where we live. Me? Different tale.

In the last two years -- since starting work at my current company -- I have gained more weight than I care to mention. While it does not make me overweight, it does make me not so happy. Because it's not like the weight goes on evenly. And I know that a lot of this weight gain happened in the last year or so -- when I was eating away my sadness and sitting on my ass because I just didn't have the energy to get off of the couch. I've accepted that it took some time for the weight to appear and it will probably take some time for it to leave. I have been spending the past couple of weeks trying to commit to healthier habits -- like cooking more, bringing my lunch instead of going to some fast food place (Hello Wing Stop. Love you dearly but you end up on my waist.), finding ways to be more active. The key is trying to do things that are realistic and achievable so that I can actually stick with it. So feel free to ask me in the future how things are going. Because I might need a kick in the ass every now and then.

In these efforts, I dragged myself out yesterday for grocery shopping since Sunday is when the farmers market happens in the neighborhood in which I shop. This market almost makes up for the fact that Berkeley Bowl is not my closest grocery store anymore.

Squash flowers!

There are a variety of things you can do with these. Stuff them with cheese. Saute them up as a quesadilla filling.


But for me they always mean Flor de Calabaza Soup. No, you do not have to use the amount of butter called for in the recipe. And I used lowfat half and half instead of the cream. One cannot do away with all dietary fat because then one ends up with fucked up hair and skin. Because this week I'm trying to stick to soup and salad for lunch and dinner.