Friday, August 30, 2013
Do you know the name of these fruit ?
If you answered apples . . . you'd be wrong.
If you answered pears . . . you'd be wrong again.
They are quince, and I had no idea that a quince tree (or bush?) would actually bear fruit.
For years there has been a huge quince tree in my flower bed. Each year it would be absolutely covered in blossoms. And many different colors of blossoms. Some blossoms were deep pink (nearly red), some absolutely white, and others were variegated in a variety of combinations.
And the tree grew huge and took over the flower bed. It was taller than the house and I would have to prune it back drastically . . . . which only seemed to make it more tenacious. Finally, we decided it had to come out. So we cut it back and out it came. (My flower bed is really happy to see the sunshine again!)
We have another quince near the fence and it never seemed to thrive. Each year at best it would put on a couple of leafs . . . . never a blossom. And where it was located would have been the perfect spot for it to grow as big as the first one did. But no such luck. It just looked like a stick poking out of the ground. Quite a contrast since both trees were purchased and planted at the same time.
Last Spring we decided to pull it out as well. But time went by and it never happened.
We were surprised when it began putting on leaves . . . and even more surprised when fruit began to appear on it.
I've been watching the fruit grow . . . larger and larger. Then they began to blush which is the sign that they are ready for harvest.
So, today was the day . . . I picked them. Well, they did not want to be picked. They are attached directly to the branch without a stem like an apple does. And did I mention they have large prickly thorns? Yes they do!
Well, after wrestling the fruit off the quince bush I found out that they are as hard as a rock.
It was nearly impossible to cut into them . . . but I finally got one open . . and WOW, are they sour!! If you're looking for something to pucker your kisser, this is it!
Anyway, I decided to make some Quince Jelly and Quince Butter with them. My first attempt at such domesticated fun.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
I just got a call from my Dr's office saying it was time to schedule my blood work. I can't believe it's been a year already!
About this time a year ago, I was so disgusted with myself. Yet again, I was 2 months away from my birthday and I had wanted so badly to lose weight so I could be my age plus 100.
I was turning 60 in November. And I had done it again . . . disappointed myself. I knew there was absolutely NO WAY in the world I could lose ANY weight. Not even hope for 20 pounds in 2 months so I could weigh 160.
The Doc tossed the 'pre-diabetic' word at me. Again. I knew it, all too well I knew it and what it meant.
Like my dad had been telling me since I started putting on weight in my 20s "You're gonna be fat like the rest of the family." (Only a few of my relatives on both mom and dad's side of the family were not obese.)
So, there I was. Again. Hopeless. Depressed. Angry at myself.
Then a fellow Spyder ryder (Girls On Spyders FB group) posted a 'like' on one of the SparkPeople articles. And the Spark was kindled.
On Oct 2, I officially joined SparkPeople. It took a few days to figure out what I was supposed to be doing but I signed up for SparkCoach . . . and haven't looked back.
By my birthday, I was feeling great and had lost 12 pounds. (The whole story is on my SparkPage.) I maintained the original weight loss for 8 months (when I inched back up 5 pounds) but as of last week, the scales are going down again!
But the best part is that I feel great. My energy level, self esteem, mental outlook, physical condition is better than it has been in, well, I don't remember how many years it's been!
I'm going in for my blood work next week. And I know my Dr's going to be surprised that I've kept the weight off.
Yes, I am going to be 61 in a couple months. Yes, I am going to meet my goal this year.
And yes, I am so proud of me!
Monday, August 26, 2013
How about some food for thought?
No, I haven't been eating fudge.
But I really like it.
After reading these definitions, and being brutally honest with myself,
I decided that I really have had it with fudge!
When I was trying to maintain without measuring my food,
I thought I was doing okay. But when the scales told me differently
and I started to measure and weigh my food portions again . . .
It may not have been intentional, but it wasn't accurate!
An extra ounce of this, an extra tablespoon of that,
how about another half cup of something else???
It all adds up . . . . and finds its way to my waist!
And in the end, the scales don't lie!
So, what's your favorite kind of fudge?
Webster's Dictionary's definition
fudge; fudged; fudg·ing
1a : to devise as a substitute : fake
b : falsify (fudged the figures)
2: to fail to come to grips with : dodge (fudged the issue)
1: to exceed the proper bounds or limits of something (feel that the author has fudged a little) ; also : cheat (fudging on an exam)
2: to fail to perform as expected
3: to avoid commitment : hedge (the government's tendency to fudge on delicate matters of policy)
3: something that is fudged; especially : a bending of rules or a compromise
The American Heritage® Dictionary definition
1. A soft rich candy made of sugar, milk, butter, and flavoring.
2. Nonsense; humbug.
verb. fudged, fudg·ing, fudg·es
1. To fake or falsify: fudge casualty figures.
2. To evade (an issue, for example); dodge.
1. To act in an indecisive manner: always fudged on the important questions.
2. a. To go beyond the proper limits of something:
b. To act dishonestly; cheat.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
I love sour gummy worms.
And I had some today. . . . about 3 servings worth.
But not the whole bag . . . and that's a HUGE improvement.
Otherwise I was a good girl.
Had a great day with hubby. We actually took two naps.
Tomorrow's his birthday.
What to do for the person who says he already has everything he wants????
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