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Thursday, January 25, 2007

Preparation

I think one of the great things about being married to Tim is that I have gained a handle on preparation.

I didn't own any snow boots until he came into the picture. Actually, not until now. Six years in Chicago awful winters, and I never wore snow boots.

Each day at the office, I'd get low blood sugar and start shaking, barely making it home before I collapsed, face-down into a pile of cheese and crackers. It wasn't until we explored the South Beach diet that I was able to control that, and arrive home each night not feeling like death.

Now I don't leave the house without an energy bar (homemade), a nail file, hand lotion, and enough layers to deal with whatever the weather throws at me.

I make granola a few times a month so we have breakfast (and snack food for when the low blood sugar sneaks up on us). Our cabinets are stuffed full of canned vegetables and falafel mix, so if we come home without an idea for dinner, we don't have to go out.

Preparation has bought me a great deal of calm, and I love it.

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4 Comments:

Blogger QueSaraSara said...

I miss you (and Tim, too!). I'm supposed to be in Chicago in July. I hope we can get together, dear!

8:29 PM  
Blogger QueSaraSara said...

P.S. In order to post that comment, I had to type in a code that included "KKK." Uhhhhhh.

8:29 PM  
Blogger Hannah said...

Dude. This is my worst fault, at least the worst one I can think of right at this moment. I'm so bad a carrying food with me, even though I know I turn into a beast when I get too hungry. And snow boots...no las tengo. But this weekend I got to appreciate the greatness of them...I borrowed an eight year old boy's boots to tromp around the farm, and they are a miracle. I must get some.

3:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Inspiring post!

I love making granola. What's your recipe for homemade energy bars?

I don't own snow boots, either.


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