Or should I say seven pounds ago! WAIT! Don't hate me for that milestone, at least until your body goes rogue and you have to permanently give up Red Velvet cupcakes; and embrace a litany of dietary restrictions too numerous and boring to mention.
Travel has been a bit of a challenge, too, given eating out is akin to navigating a mine field while blind folded.
This too shall pass. Or maybe I will pass.
I know. Whining is terrible unattractive. So, too, is most of the food I'm allowed to eat, half of which had never found its way to my table before now - millet, spelt, kamut. But I digress!
Jimmy is making the most of our sabbatical with a little gardening. I used to have a green thumb, years ago when I worked as a bank teller.
Nowadays, I leave the gardening to Jimmy. We both agreed it was the best course of action – for the plants, and for Jimmy.
Jimmy is my garden variety kind of guy, literally. He’s happiest when that first tomato turns red and the cucumbers are ripe for the picking. Besides, gardening is much cheaper than therapy.
We celebrated the first fruits of Jimmy’s labor earlier this week with this tuna salad sandwich. I’m now gluten-free (just the tip of the iceberg), hence always in the market for novel ways to pack it in when it comes to sandwiches. Found this idea on Facebook courtesy of a friend. Thanks MJ.
You’ve been warned!