So, I know the big thing for ‘New Year’s Resolutions’ is – I’m going to lose a ton of weight! I’m going to get into shape! I’m not so much looking to jump onto the bandwagon, as this just happens to be when a bunch of things intersected for me to say, “Now. Now, I’m ready.”

Several years ago (2015) I joined this awesome group on Instagram called ‘Fitgirls‘ It was full of great people to encourage each other, teach each other, and journey together, whatever our sizes, shapes or level of fitness. As you can tell, I still have fond memories. I have thought many times since then of joining another session, but things just weren’t right for me.

I am in a place where I am recovered a lot from the previous health issues I was having, but a lot of my physical stamina and energy is non-existent, even if I am at a not bad weight. I need to begin an exercise program to feel more like myself again. That is what I am hoping to do. So, one of my first steps is reaching out, both for support and to be accountable.

However this goes, I’m giving it a shot.

As I am working overnight, tonight, I finally got back into the swing of bringing in food for night shift. This generally means, that the food must be of a sufficient quantity, that if you get hungry early in your shift, you won’t also be starving at 3am, even if you don’t end of eating it all. Secondly, you need to have enough of a variety that you can have a snack on hand, if your shift is extremely busy, or you just need something different, as vending possibilities are hit or miss, or occasionally non-existent.

Today, I have a nice mixed cold cut sandwich/sub on french bread, an orange, some funyuns (for crunch), and plenty of milk for my coffee. I am in heaven.

I love food. I love cooking. I love feeding people. I often treat cooking as another craft. A coworker asked for”healthy” peanut butter cookies for a pot luck on work last Friday, so I made them. I’ve never made peanut butter cookies. I don’t like peanut butter desserts/sweets (or peanut butter and chocolate together, for those ready to call me a philistine). However, I made peanut butter cookies.

{The consensus was not bad, but not like the crisco/butter/fat-laden renditions that most people grew up with.} The recipe had 2 Tbs of butter, natural peanut butter, whole wheat flour and a reduced amount of palm/coconut sugar. It’s not that I can’t cook the old-fashioned kind, but I am an insulin-dependent diabetic, and don’t actually have much of a sweet tooth. So, if I can fool you with caramel dripping sticky buns, made with splenda brown sugar instead of the real stuff, I probably will.

I think that’s why I am currently so interested soap and spa products that look like food. I still get to make yummy desserts with no temptation to eat them 🙂 In the meantime, my husband is suffering through my determination to practice my soap piping techniques with real frosting. He assures me that he is up to the job.