You know me. You know that I attach “feeling” to everything. So, it won’t be a surprise to hear that I was going to do one thing and it led to another… which led to… here. My blog. My beloved blog.
Let me explain: Yesterday, after work, I went grocery shopping. I don’t normally work on Friday’s, so it was a strange day from the beginning.
I usually do my shopping in the morning. Also, we normally have homemade pizza on Friday and Saturday (there are two crusts in the bag. You didn’t think I meant I made my own crust, did you? I mean, I’m good, but… c’mon!).
The day before, on Thursday, I’d gone to the doctor. (Oh God, you might be thinking, here comes her health anxiety! Yes and no and not the point of the story. Hang with me!) My health anxiety does affect my blood pressure, which is always high when I have it tested, even though I take medication. At this point, the only way I’m gonna get it back to normal is to lose weight. Like, say, 100 pounds. Also, my husband is teetering in Diabetes II land. No meds needed but he tests his sugar levels. They’ve been a bit high.
Okay, now, back to that pizza my husband and I normally have on Friday and Saturday. Did I mention that we also often have cookies afterward? It was implied. No? If you are a nurse, doctor, psychotherapist or fellow-chubby, you’re probably cringing right now… wondering how two people who have these kinds of health problems continue to do what got them there. (The rest of you are thinking Oh God, here we go on a fat/ weight/ love-yourself-no-matter what journey. Ugh. Yes and no and also not the point of the story. Keep hangin’!)
So, I was trying to figure out what to make for dinner that wasn’t pizza and would also use some leftovers I didn’t want to waste. I thought of something… bought the ingredients, went home, and threw them all together in a pot.
My husband came home and asked, “What’s that I smell? MMMmmmmm”… and indeed, as we ate, he proclaimed it:
**The best soup ever made!**
I’ll tell you what’s in it and then I will, of course, wrap it all up into that “feely” bit I promised at the beginning.
- Chicken broth
- Shredded turkey
- 2 Octoberfest sausages (diced)
- Green and red peppers
- 1/2 cup egg noodles (just enough to give him that pasta he adores)
- Salt & Pepper
I also didn’t buy cookies but before you pat me on the back, know that we had eight left from the night before. Sue me.
Now, here’s the thing… I was going to Facebook to share my new recipe of this bangin’ soup and I took photos of it (and sorry the photo isn’t better. I forgot to take one last night and this was the leftovers – it still looks yummy to me but I’m no food blogger! lol However, since I know it doesn’t look as appetizing as it was, I’ve chosen to add a small photo here and a big one of the fall colors around our house as the featured photo. I know, I’m a weirdo. You understand, don’t you? And gorgeous colors – or around here “colours” – aren’t they?)
So, I was going to FB when it occurred to me that my life as The Self-Help Whisperer™ … and in pretty-much every other way, too… is about accepting what I have and somehow… making something wonderful. I’ve had a whack of difficult stuff to deal with (haven’t we all?) but I remain optimistic. And sometimes, I get lucky and pull together something that others appreciate… like my soup… and this blog.