willingnesstogrow.com
  • Home
  • Animals
  • Bakery
  • Books
  • Crafts
  • Family
  • Fitness
  • Movie
  • Music
  • Nutrition
  • Personal
    • dating
  • Recipes
  • TV
  • Vegetarian

Our Wild and Crazy St. Patrick’s Day

March 20th, 2012 LeeAnn

On St. Patrick’s Day, as a million people were making their way into Savannah for a gorgeous day of drinking and revelry, my husband and I … left town.

Am I getting old or what???

I didn’t even give it a second thought.

Instead, we drove to Charleston, to go to two of my favorite stores.

Five years ago, those stores would have been Saks and Gucci. No more. My tastes have changed (plus, to be honest, Saks closed. Otherwise, I probably would have had to stop there).

Our first stop was here:

We are getting a Whole Foods in Savannah. I cannot wait!! So many good things to choose from and their prepared foods are incredible! I could walk around this store for hours.

Stop number two:

Trader Joe’s is not as aesthetically overwhelming as Whole Foods, but it has some items that I love. I have blogged before about their peanut butter with flax-seed. The almond butter is just as yummy. Their pumpkin butter is also delicious.

The above picture is from my pantry. Please don’t tell the people from Hoarders.

I have also become a huge fan of the Trader Joe’s boxed soups – especially the Organic Creamy Tomato. It is much healthier, tastier, and less caloric than the canned versions, such as Amy’s and Campbell’s. It still has too much salt (there is a low salt version that I have not tried), but because of the amount that I exercise and also my low blood pressure, I don’t worry too much about salt (yet).

Our final stop in Charleston was on somewhat of a whim. I have lately become intrigued by Great Harvest bread. When I lived in the Philadelphia suburbs, a Great Harvest bakery opened and, frankly, what I remember most from it is the sweet bread.

There are several healthy living bloggers that I follow that are Great Harvest fans. I researched the bread and discovered that is very healthy, with no preservatives. The wheat is milled on site. The breads are made with five simple ingredients: fresh ground whole wheat, water, fresh yeast, salt and something sweet (like a local honey).

The closest Great Harvest to us is in Charleston, and it is not far from Whole Foods and Trader Joes. Like idiots, we arrived about 2:30 and starving, not having had lunch.

We were greeted by smiling faces and offers to taste several kinds of freshly baked bread. I tried spinach and red pepper, cinnamon chip, dakota, and Irish soda bread (I was HUNGRY). All were incredible, but the dakota is my favorite – a hearty wheat with pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds and millet. We left with a couple (ok, more) loaves of bread, along with two freshly made sandwiches to eat on our way back to Savannah.

As we neared Savannah between 4 and 5, the traffic leaving was at a standstill. We made it back to our island without encountering any traffic going in our direction.

When we got home, after being smothered with bulldog kisses, we opened a bottle of wine and surveyed our bounty.

We then enjoyed a delightful dinner of fresh vegetables, incredible cheeses, fresh fruit and delicious freshly baked bread. A wonderful ending to a fun day!

Do y’all have these stores and, if so, what are your favorite items to buy?

 

Read More »

My Hair Pulls

March 16th, 2012 LeeAnn

My Irish grandmother had very unusual expressions. One of my favorites was how when she was grumpy she would say that her hair pulled. When I asked her to explain it once, she said “doesn’t it make you grumpy when someone pulls your hair?”

The thought of someone pulling my hair is pretty descriptive to me. I would be VERY grumpy.

Well, my hair pulls this week. I think lack of sleep has a lot to do with it. I am not sure if it is the time change or just everything on my plate right now, but I have been up by 3:30 or 4:00 am every day this week.

Summer has arrived this week in Savannah – IN MARCH. It has been in the 80s, with lots of pollen and sand gnats.

Plus, drunk college students are piling into Savannah as you read this. Savannah’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration is the second biggest in the country and officials are expecting a record-breaking one million visitors this weekend. The city goes all out.

I am kind of grumpy about that too.

Working downtown and having to maneuver around the party being set up – and also the after effects – is kind of annoying. There is an upside though; it is a very good time of year for those of us who own part of a parking garage in downtown Savannah. Business will be BOOMING this weekend.

St. Patrick’s Day in Savannah reminds me a lot of Princeton Reunions. At one point (and maybe still), Princeton Reunions were the largest annual beer consuming event in the United States. They are really fun when you are in your twenties.

The last Princeton reunion I went to, someone peed on my shoe.

But back to the real reason for my hair pulling:  tired + grumpy + warm and humid = a monumental HAIR FIT.

For those of you who read Why Am I Never Happy With My Hair?, you know I have a tortured relationship with my hair.

I am actually amazed that I have been growing it since I wrote that post in September. It is now at a really lovely stage. I had someone stop me on the street and ask me if I was related to this guy:

Ok, not really.  If that had happened, I would have been first in line for this year’s St. Baldrick’s party (an annual charity event in Savannah at which people get their head shaved). I feel like it looks like that, though. The only way for me to control it and not look triangular-shaped is to put it behind my ears. That worked great until my ears started sticking out.

My hair problems started early in life.

I didn’t have any until I was about three. My mom tried to hide it by putting “girly” things on my head.

Well, maybe not always girly…

And then it made up for lost time.

The longest I had my hair was when I was a young attorney in Philadelphia.

The other morning when I was in forward fold in yoga, with my hands clasped behind me and I was stretching my shoulders, I thought if only I could reach my hands over my head and to the ground. I was reminded of the Skipper doll I had when I was a kid. Skipper had such loose shoulders that if you spun her arm around, her hair grew by several inches. That is about the only way my hair will ever be this long again.

Philly/New Jersey hair doesn’t work in Savannah, Georgia for a number of reasons. So I went short.

Short hair is addictive. It is so easy, and it looks good when you wake up in the morning. Pair that effortless style with high-quality products from supplier makeup to enhance your natural beauty and keep your look fresh all day.

I am at the point now that I have to “do” my hair before I go to yoga. Seriously, it is that scary looking in the morning. Maybe that is why I have been waking up at 3:30.

Short hair is easy to wash.  Or, if you don’t have time, you can wear baseball caps to hide the dirt.

I can’t afford to have long hair as I will lose my huge investment in baseball caps. Many of them already don’t fit on my head anymore.

My poor husband. Ever since I asked him whether he likes my hair better long or short, he acts terrified of me. I couldn’t really hear his response as he ran off. At first I thought it was a cough (something he has being doing a lot of lately), but in retrospect, I am thinking it sounded a lot like “help me.”

Sometimes I worry that my blog posts make it seem that I am constantly successful in my efforts to become a better person. Those of you that know me realize that, while I am trying, I stumble quite a bit. For those of you that don’t know me personally, I thought it might be helpful to show you a battle that I will lose.

In this epic war of me vs. hair, hair is going to win every time. The only question is whether I will make it through the weekend.

Read More »

Gossip

March 13th, 2012 LeeAnn

One of the goals I have set in my self-awareness and growth journey has been to deepen and strengthen the relationships in my life – with my spouse, my family and my friends.

Especially with regard to my friendships, I identified gossip as something that can weaken, not strengthen, the bond.

I set out to change my habits, but I struggled a little. What constitutes gossip? Is it ever ok to gossip?

While mulling these issues over, I came across some helpful guidance.

Before the start of a yoga class, I was looking through old Yoga Journals. The following title immediately caught my eye: “Psst Pass it On. Gossip can cause trouble in your inner life as well as your outer life. Here’s how to rein it in.” The article, by Sally Kempton, addressed many of the things with which I have been struggling. (If you would like read the article, you can find it here: Psst Pass It On.)

To my surprise, and much to my relief, Sally believes that there is such a thing as good gossip. There are valuable social functions served by some types of gossip, including the informal exchange of information and as a way of social monitoring (for example, getting the word out about someone who is truly doing bad things).

Phew.

But then there is the bad gossip.

I hoped for specific advice here. “It is considered bad gossip if you talk about x, y and z.”

Nothing is ever that clear.

However, Sally introduces a concept that I find very descriptive and helpful. She calls it the aftertaste of a conversation.

As she explains, “[g]ood gossip leaves a friendly aftertaste. You feel closer to the person you’ve been talking about, more connected to the world around you. Good gossip feels pleasantly informative, like catching up on old friends. It doesn’t leave you feeling out of sorts, angry, or jealous.”

Alternatively, bad gossip has a negative aftertaste. Sally encourages us to notice the aftertaste of the conversation. If it is unpleasant, chances are that it involved bad gossip. Think about how that makes you feel.

I think we all know that intuitively, but we choose to ignore it at times. I can specifically recall leaving lunches feeling very drained … almost dirty … and guilty.

Sally Kempton gives some additional suggestions on how to reduce the amount of gossip in your life. Become aware of the issue and “catch yourself” in the act. Once you are conscious of the behavior, you can work to change it.

Also, be more critical of the gossip that you hear. Do not automatically give it validation by rushing to judgment about the people who are the subject of the gossip.

My favorite of her tips is to pick a gossip buddy.  “If you have a designated gossip buddy, it’s much easier to practice restraint with the other people in your life. Choose someone who can keep secrets and who will support you in your desire to be more conscious of what you say.”

Armed with Sally’s advice, I have become determined to stop myself from the harmful gossip.

It has been more difficult than I expected – in ways that I did not anticipate.

It is a hard to be in a situation, for example a gathering of friends, and to have a topic of conversation arise in which you would have (or, in fact, have) previously participated. To suddenly abstain from this without making others uncomfortable is a bit tricky. I am extremely non-confrontational, so my approach so far has been to try to gently change the conversation. If that does not work, I make an excuse to leave the room.

I am much stronger now about not betraying confidences – or that which I believe to be confidences. Now, before telling friend A something about another friend B, I try to stop and ask myself if I were friend B, would I want to be the one dispensing the information?  If I am not certain of the answer, I call friend B and ask her if she wants that information shared. I try to err on the side of being very conservative.

When I have employed this process, I have been very happy with the results in the sense that my friendship with friend B has been strengthened significantly.

Also, there has been a positive effect on my own self worth. I feel good about becoming a better friend.

Although I didn’t anticipate that this new approach of mine would hurt other friends’ feelings, I think I understand it. There was a time in the past when I more easily shared everything I knew and the change in my behavior makes people wonder if it is a change in my feelings towards them.

The message that I wish to convey is that it is not because of you that I am no longer sharing – it is because I am working on me. You haven’t become untrustworthy; I am just trying to be more trustworthy.

And, most importantly, I am going through these efforts so that I can also be a much better friend to you.

Hopefully the day will come when the urge to share gossip is not even present in me. I have definitely noticed a positive change.

In the meantime, however, if you will excuse me, there is something that I have to tell my mama gossip buddy ….

 

Read More »

Happy Friday!

March 9th, 2012 LeeAnn

Happy Friday everyone!

Here are five things that are making me happy this Friday:

1. The support of my husband;

2. That I am able to help my parents in a time of need;

3. Friends, old and new, with whom I have deep and meaningful connections;

4. That the full moon has passed and maybe I can sleep again; and

5. My best friend and most loyal companion. 

Have a wonderful weekend!

Read More »

Sloppy Joes and Skinny Bitches

March 6th, 2012 LeeAnn

When I was growing up, we would usually have some type of sandwich for Sunday night dinner. I love continuing that tradition; I guess because it reminds me of my childhood, it makes me happy.

Often, we would have sloppy joes, which I have probably not had in 25 years.

Given that it has been a bit of a rough week for us, I decided that we all needed some lightness and happiness this Sunday night. I set out to find a recipe for vegetarian sloppy joes to make for my parents, my hubby and myself for Sunday night dinner.

I have purchased several of the Skinny Bitch books and cookbooks, written by Kim Barnouin. I buy them somewhat reluctantly; I love the recipes and the topics – living a cleaner life, being a vegetarian and vegan, etc. – but the title annoys me. It is not that the language necessarily offends me, but the term Skinny Bitches does not invoke a particularly appealing concept.

Despite this, the Skinny Bitch Ultimate Everyday Cookbook had a recipe for Lentil Seitan Sloppy Joes that looked delicious.

Ingredients (serves 6):

1 1/2 cups water

1/2 cup dried lentils, rinsed

1 tablespoon safflower oil

1/3 cup minced onion

1 red bell pepper, finely chopped

1 large carrot, peeled and finely chopped

1/2 cup seitan, finely chopped

1 (6-ounce) can tomato paste

1 tablespoon Dijon mustard

1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar

2 tablespoons tamari

1/4 cup ketchup

6 whole wheat burger buns (I used Arnold’s Sandwich Thins)

Directions:

1. In a medium saucepan, heat the water over high heat (I added a vegetable bouillon cube). Once boiling, add the lentils. Reduce heat, cover and simmer until tender, about 30 minutes.

2. In a separate saute pan, heat the oil over medium-high heat and saute the onions, bell pepper, and carrot until tender, about 10 minutes. Add in the seitan.

3. In a medium bowl, mix together the tomato paste, mustard, vinegar, tamari and ketchup.  Then add the mixture to the pan of vegetables. Combine thoroughly.

4. Drain the lentils, but save some of the liquid in case it is needed.

5.  Add the lentils to the pan of vegetables and simmer 5 minutes. If mixture is too dry, add some of the reserved liquid.

6. Toast the buns and serve.

Confessions: I couldn’t get (on Sunday morning, after only trying one grocery store) seitan or tamari, so I didn’t use those ingredients.

The end result was delicious. I was a little worried about serving this to three meat eaters, but all three loved it, as did I.

I attribute part of the success to using this incredible ketchup from Stonewall Kitchen in the recipe. I highly recommend it.

I served the sandwiches with a dill pickle, carrots, celery and radishes and a few of these sweet potato tortilla chips:

Yummy – and the meal was a wonderfully nostalgic way for us all to end the weekend.

Read More »

Follow your Heart

March 2nd, 2012 LeeAnn

This has been an exhausting week for me.

It started out with my father having surgery. Seeing someone whom I love so much and who has been such a strong presence in my life vulnerable and impaired is hard for me. It makes me think about a lot of things – and makes it a little more difficult to be upbeat.

My parents have been together since they were fourteen. When one is sick, I almost worry more about the other one. All week I have been concerned about my mom; I don’t want her to be alone as I know she worries about my dad. I want to be there to distract her.

Normally my husband is so helpful in situations like this and we are able to divide and conquer our duties. This week, though, my husband has been really sick as well. We have been living in different areas of the house so that I don’t get his bug and pass it on to either of my parents.

My workload has picked up this week, with a big new rush deal, and I may have slightly over-committed myself by serving on boards for four local non-profits. It seems each one needed something done this week.

To top it all off, there have been some very sad things happening in Savannah. Surprising deaths, including of a young man in a local high school. With the size of Savannah, the entire community seems to be affected. Also, there has been a new occurrence of animal cruelty on the news every day. I have had to stop watching the news; I cannot stand to hear those stories.

I am not complaining. And I know that we all go through times like this and many have much more stress on them. I know I am fortunate.

For all of these reasons, though, I have been emotional this week. I feel like I have been walking around with my heart on my sleeve … exposed … unshielded. It is as if my heart was so present in everything I did. My actions this week have been governed by my heart.

In reflecting back, I am struck by the intensity of everything I felt – the low lows, but also the incredibly high peaks. The incredible gratitude – and not just for those who helped my family (and there were some wonderful people who did), but also for the random kindness in my life; for the friend who reached out to ask me about attending a yoga weekend; for the friend whom I thought I offended through a series of events yet reacted to me with gentleness and kindness; for the friends who sent me texts for no reason other than to tell me that they were thinking of me; for my dear sweet friend at work who immediately puts my family on her church’s prayer list whenever we are in need.

Do I notice these things in my everyday life under normal circumstances? Do I appreciate them as much?  I am not sure that I do – and I so want to. And even more, I want to provide those positive touches to others in my life. The human contact. The kindness. It can be so significant.

I think I have lived part of my life numb; I tried to protect myself from extreme emotions.  At times I ignored feelings by burying myself in work.

After spending a week that was raw with emotions – and trust me, some of them were pretty rough and feelings were hurt – I have come to an odd conclusion.

I like it that way.

Yes, this week was exhausting and one with less drama is definitely preferable. But I want to walk through my life with my heart exposed. I know that I have a huge heart. I want people to see it; I want people to know me by it; I want it to define me. The highs are worth the lows – and even the lows make me feel more alive … more present … more aware.

The same friend whom I thought I offended urged me to follow my heart. Three very simple words that we have all heard before. I guess in part because of the week I was having, the words really struck a chord with me.

Have I questioned my judgement in life? Of course – often.

Have I questioned my analytical skills? Yes.

Have I ever questioned my heart? No. I may have ignored it, but I have never doubted it.

This week was a good reminder to me.

It is time to follow my heart.

 

Read More »

Meet Matilda

February 28th, 2012 LeeAnn

Matilda is a female Eclectus Parrot who co-habitats with my parents. Given the status of animals in my family, I guess that makes her my sister.

The Eclectus is native to the Solomon Islands, Sumba, New Guinea and nearby islands, northeastern Australia and the Maluku Islands. One of the many characteristics that I like about this type of parrot is that it has extreme sexual dimorphism and it is the FEMALE that is prettier. That is not the case with most bird species (think, for example, of the Cardinal and the Painted Bunting). In contrast to Matilda’s beautiful reds and blues, the male Eclectus is almost all green.

Matilda is about 14 inches in length and is now just over a year old. She was raised by a breeder and hand fed. My parents “adopted” her when she was six months old. The life span of an Eclectus Parrot can be fifty years. I have assured my parents that, if need be, Matilda is welcome into my family.

Eclectus Parrots often learn to talk. Matilda is not there yet, but it is clear that she is getting closer. She makes noises and strings them together, as if she is trying to communicate with us. She is very clearly an intelligent bird. Matilda will take food from her dish, put it in her beak, climb up to her perch, and use her foot to eat the food. It is unusual for birds to use their feet like this.

She is very loving and gentle. My parents have had birds before, including a Senegal Parrot, Virgil, when I was in law school. Virgil was very pretty and engaging, but I was always wary of him as he would bite and not let go – and trust me, it hurt. Matilda is not a biter. When you hold her, she will very softly “chew” on you, using her beak. It is her way of being loving – and it is very gentle. She likes to nestle under your chin, while chewing on your fingers. Eclectus Parrots are known for their beauty and serenity.

Matilda lives a good life. She has a cage with plenty of room and numerous toys that are changed out several times a week.

She also has a jungle gym on top of her cage and she loves to be up there to play.

Matilda goes for walks and on bike rides with my dad. She goes in this backpack, strapped on his back.

Matilda loves to take showers.

If the weather permits, her favorite place to dry off is out on the back deck, where she can watch her relatives in the bird kingdom.

And then there is Matilda’s diet. Matilda eats better than most of us. All of her food must be organic. (As an aside, all chemicals need to be removed from her environment – including non-stick cookware as it emits a chemical in the air that is toxic to all, but can be fatal to something of Matilda’s size.)

Eclectus Parrots are communal eaters. When my parents eat, Matilda wants some of their food – and she gets some, provided that it is healthy. For breakfast, my mom will cook for Matilda – often quinoa, brown rice, goji berries, and part of a scrambled egg, all organic. Her lunch is chopped up fruit – lime, kumquat, peach and banana (again, all organic). For dinner she will share some of my parent’s dinner, such as pizza, pasta and salmon with sweet potato. At all times, she also has food dishes filled with organic pellets, which consist of vegetables and fruit.

If the weather is nice, everyone dines al fresco on the back deck.

As an animal lover, I find that my focus is often on the more “conventional” pets such as dogs and cats. Matilda is a wonderful reminder to me of the depth and variety of the incredibly intelligent animal kingdom with whom we share our world.

 

Read More »

Delicious Tomato-Basil Soup

February 24th, 2012 LeeAnn

I love soup (you probably know that). Tomato soup is my all-time favorite.

When my brother and I were sick when we were kids, my mom would make us Campbell’s Tomato Soup. It became my comfort food.

Until about my fourth decade, I would eat Campbell’s Tomato Soup at least three or four times a week. Then I became educated about what was in it. I then graduated to Amy’s tomato soups and, if I could get to it, Trader Joe’s tomato soup, both a bit healthier.

In Savannah, my favorite tomato soup is found at Soho Cafe; my second favorite is at Toucan. Behind that is the tomato soup at Kayak Cafe, which is vegan – made with coconut milk. Yum.

So when I saw what looked like an interesting, and not complicated, recipe for Tomato-Basil soup in this month’s Cooking Light, I was excited to try it.

Here are the ingredients:

1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil

1 1/2 cups chopped onion

3 garlic cloves, chopped

3/4 cup chopped fresh basil

1 (28 ounce) can fire-roasted diced tomatoes, undrained

1/2 cup (4 ounces) 1/3 less fat cream cheese, cut into cubes

2 cups 1% low-fat milk

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon black pepper

12 (1/2-inch thick) slices French bread

cooking spray

1 garlic clove, halved

1 ounce shredded Asiago cheese

Steps:

1. Turn broiler on high.

2. Chop the onions and basil.

3. Heat olive oil in saucepan over medium-high heat. Add onion and saute about 3 minutes. Stir in garlic and cook for a minute more. Add tomatoes and basil and bring to a boil. Stir in cream cheese until melted.

4. Either pour soup in blender or use immersion blender (which is what I used). I didn’t blend it totally smooth as I like some texture in the soup.

5.  Return to heat, stir in milk, salt and pepper and cook about two more minutes on medium high.

6.  Place bread rounds on a baking sheet and lightly coat with spray. Put under broiler for one minute. Rub garlic over the toasted side of the rounds, turn over and put Asiago cheese on top. Broil rounds for another minute.

Serve and enjoy – it is delicious!

Read More »

Choosing Happiness

February 21st, 2012 LeeAnn

I have been fortunate to have a lot of happiness in my life.

As I have aged though, I have gone through struggles. I believe most of us have. There have been times during those difficult periods when I succumbed to the unhappiness. I wallowed in it; I was not always nice (to myself or others); I surrounded myself with negativity. All aspects of my life suffered during those times – my health, my relationships, and my profession.

When I committed myself to this journey of self-enlightenment in my forties, I began to really think about the state of happiness. I read books discussing it. I informally talked to some experts. I observed people in my life that were either happy or unhappy.

I eventually decided that being happy was a choice that I could make. But it wasn’t always going to be easy. It requires consistent effort and, for me, involves focusing on three basic concepts.

In no way am I speaking to those of you who suffer from depression. I understand very little about that illness, but know that it is not a choice and that it is a constant battle.

Step one for me has been to attempt to set aside judgment. I judge myself most harshly; and now that I am more aware of the issue, I can see the damage that it does to me. I will catch myself internally beating myself up for something, and then I notice the almost immediate physical consequences of it. My shoulders round; my posture weakens; I retreat into myself. I am not projecting positive energy.

I also can be judgmental of others. I have lately started to examine those judgments and push back against them. I ask myself what is it in me that is causing me to reach that conclusion. I also try to look compassionately at what is in the other person’s life that may be causing them to act in a certain way. I have turned relationships around and incredibly deepened friendships by going through this exercise.

Secondly, I work very hard to recognize negative thoughts (in addition to judgments) in myself.

If you read my Fortytude post, you know that I tested very high with regard to cynicism on a personality test. You also know that I do not like personality tests. My dislike for them is largely centered around the fear and conclusion by many (including myself for a period of time) that what the test tells you IS your personality and you cannot change it.

I decided that cynicism is not part of my “personality.” To me, cynicism can be very negative. If someone says to me, “I can do a head stand in the middle of the room,” I want to immediately think “I am sure you can – and isn’t that amazing!” I do not want to react with an “I don’t think you can,” which is how a cynic would respond.

By my becoming much more conscious of the tendency to be cynical and questioning it, I believe my cynicism has faded over time.

I recently read a great article in the February 2012 Yoga Journal magazine entitled “Me and My Shadow,” in which the author, Sally Kempton, urges the reader to “shine a light” on their own negative tendencies and, over time, change them. “There is no magic bullet … for eliminating negativities. Instead, you need to bring them to consciousness, learn the lessons they have to teach you, and deliberately work with them.”  As Sally concludes, “[c]hange doesn’t come from blindly trying to suppress or get rid of a negative tendency or by refusing to acknowledge a positive one. It comes through the power we gain by becoming aware of the actual tendency.”

There is one final concept that I try to focus on, and it is illuminated so beautifully through my work at a local homeless shelter. Once a week, I help homeless individuals study for their high school equivalency test, so that they can become more employable.

I have been so struck by the positive attitudes of these individuals. They have, literally, nothing from a material standpoint. Yet many of them have joy. They see lightness in situations in which I would never have seen it.

They have shown me that you can find happiness almost anywhere – you just have to make the effort to see it. It is so often within our control.

Another example of this came to me from one of my amazing yoga teachers. She told us how she was leaving the studio late one night just before Christmas and called her husband to tell him that she had to stop at Target for stocking stuffers and she was really dreading it. His response to her was that if she was going to go, she needed to “love it.” She embraced that attitude, went into the holiday rush at Target and was able to find joy.

My husband and I have both been trying this approach and have been amazed by its power. If I am dreading a situation, I find something about it that is positive, and I focus on it. I commit myself to “loving it” – and my whole attitude changes. I am able to find happiness in a situation in which I was anticipating misery.

By making these efforts, which may seem oversimplified to you, I have had tangible results in my own life. It almost feels like I am physically making room within myself for happiness and joy, by removing the negativity.

Try it. What do you have to lose?

 

Read More »

Spicy and Sweet

February 17th, 2012 LeeAnn

This past week was cold, dreary and busy. In other words, it was the perfect time to make a big pot of soup to last throughout the week.

I found this recipe for Crockpot Burrito Soup at Elly Says Opa and made a few adjustments. Here is the recipe as Elly has it:

(serves 6)

2 tsp. canola oil

1 large onion, diced

1 lb. extra lean ground beef

4 cloves garlic,minced

1 can (8 oz.) tomato sauce

5 cups beef broth

2 tablespoons chili powder

1 tablespoon cumin

2 teaspoons oregano

1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper

2/3 cup corn

1 can black beans, drained and rinsed

1/2 cup uncooked rice

Directions:

Heat a large heavy bottomed skillet over medium heat and add oil. Cook the onion for a couple of minutes before adding the beef. Brown the beef with the onion and drain if necessary. Put back on the heat and stir in the garlic, just until fragrant.

Pour the beef mixture into the crockpot and then add the tomato sauce, beef broth, spices, corn and black beans. Cook on low for however long you are gone.

Increase temp to high and add the rice, just until cooked.

The first change I made was to make it vegetarian. I eliminated the beef and the beef broth, and used vegetable broth instead.

I also added a can of kidney beans for additional protein.

In terms of the preparation I did, it was very complicated (not).

First I diced the onion and sautéed it in the oil and garlic until the onion became clear. Then, I dumped everything (except the rice) into the crockpot, put it on low, and went to work.

I added the rice about an hour before dinner and turned up the heat to high.

Despite my low expectations for the soup since it was so easy, I was very pleasantly surprised. It was delicious.

As garnish, I used shredded cheddar cheese, low-fat sour cream and freshly sliced green onions.

The cold and rainy weather also called for something sweet and I was on a mission to find something that was relatively healthy.  I love the peanut butter chocolate muffins that I blogged about in Monday Mountain Muffin Mania.

I had an idea to reduce the calories by substituting the Peanut Butter & Co.’s Dark Chocolate Dreams for the peanut butter in the recipe, and then eliminating the chocolate chips.

In case you have not been fortunate enough to experience it, Dark Chocolate Dreams is an all natural peanut butter mixed with dark chocolate. It contains no cholesterol, no trans fats, no hydrogenated oils, and no high-fructose corn syrup. It is also gluten-free and certified vegan, and seriously delicious. I love adding one tablespoon to my oatmeal in the morning, or eating it on an apple as an afternoon snack.

Oddly enough, Dark Chocolate Dreams is slightly less caloric than the all natural peanut butter (Trader Joe’s) that I use, so I shaved calories from the recipe with the switch alone, and then more by not using the chocolate chips.

The best part of this recipe? The batter.

Yum.

Second best part?  The end result.

Total score on these – very, very good.

In an effort to make them more healthy, I tried the recipe a second time, with the Dark Chocolate Dreams, eliminated the sugar and used 1/2 cup of honey. The resultant muffins were not special. They weren’t bad, but they didn’t compare to the first batch.

I am not familiar with stevia, but am going to look into it. I have always stayed away from the artificial sweeteners, but understand that stevia is natural. Has anyone baked with it? For my next batch, I may try using stevia to reduce the amount of sugar.

The muffins freeze very well and when I need a snack or a quick breakfast, I pull one out, put it in the microwave for 30 seconds and enjoy!

Read More »
« Older Entries
Newer Entries »
RSS FeedSubscribe to Our RSS feed!
  • Subscribe to Blog

    Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

  • About Me

    Click Here to Learn About Me
  • Email Me

    leeann@willingnesstogrow.com
  • Recent Posts

    • My Least Favorite Topic
    • Nearly Crushed by Orange Theory
    • The Journey Continues
    • Someone is in your House!
    • Acupuncture and Me
  • Recent Comments

    • George Henry Cox on Someone is in your House!
    • Ellen Winters on My Least Favorite Topic
    • LeeAnn on Nearly Crushed by Orange Theory
    • Saunders SAldridge on Nearly Crushed by Orange Theory
    • LeeAnn on Nearly Crushed by Orange Theory
  • Archives

  • Meta

    • Register
    • Log in
    • Entries RSS
    • Comments RSS
    • WordPress.org
  • AWARDS

    WINNER OF FRESHLY PRESSED: Fortytude
Copyright © willingnesstogrow.com - Willingness to Grow
Design by Free WordPress Themes | WordPress Themes and Wordpress Video Themes