Nearly 7 years ago I thought about starting a blog... about our impending move from the "big city" to, well, the wilderness. I thought about it, but never got around to it. It was going to be all fun & informative about the city girl marrying the country boy and moving to the country... and getting my first opportunity to feed baby cows, have some chickens, and share my cooking adventures (is this sounding at all familiar?) Well, it's never too late to start- and I'm pretty sure I have so much more to say now- ha!
I will start with my most recent adventures, which involve the misery (and glory) of losing weight. And continuing to cook and bake and LIVE. These are mysteries to those of us who struggle with our weight. Can I cook, and bake, and not gain weight? I can! I promise you, I cannot do it on my own, however. I pray- daily, hourly, regularly for self control in this area. I struggle. It is what it is. We all have our vices, and FOOD is certainly one of mine. The curse is that I'm a good cook. Really. I'm not just saying that. People have told me! (And by people, I mean friends who know I'll hurt them if they don't tell me how good my cooking is)... but I digress.... I've also come to acknowledge that cooking/baking is one of my spiritual gifts- really, the act of service, I suppose. It seems ironic that it's a vice (for me) and yet a gift. Weird.
I'm preparing to post my "before" pictures. This takes the utmost humility, which I can say is NOT my strongest gift. I'm embarrassed. Humiliated. Ashamed.... but I will post them. Just not today. I think I might be ready tomorrow- we shall see. Stay in touch, you don't want to miss this kind of humiliation for anyone, really.
~ H.D. Maven