Morning everyone! Dinner was pretty boring last night, and I have more to talk about, so let’s get moving!
Dinner was the exact same thing as Tuesday night:
- 1 package frozen raspberries
- 1 package of frozen blueberries
- 1 cup flour, divided
- 1/4 cup granulated sugar
- 1/4 cup brown sugar
- 2 tsp cinnamon
- 1 stick butter, melted
Preheat oven to 350. In a bowl combine the frozen berries, 1/2 cup of the flour, and granulated sugar. Stir until combined, then pour into a baking dish (mine was 9 x 9). Next, combine the brown sugar, the other 1/2 cup of flour, cinnamon, and melted butter. Crumble over the top. Baked, uncovered for 45 minutes or until bubbly and brown. Let cool 10-15 minutes before serving!
Super easy and delicious…that’s what I love about that crumble! Plus we have enough to last us at least 2 more nights Breakfast this morning was coffee from home and a sausage Starbucks sandwich:
The Joyful Kitchen Part III: Joy in Your Body
I can hear it now: “Heather is still fighting off fat talk and disordered eating; how can she speak to having JOY in her body?!”
Even though it’s true that I’m still fighting a war with my brain in regards to my love for my body, I do have a very real understanding of how blessed I am to have the body that I have. That’s actually part of why this battle with disordered eating and thinking is so frustrating: because I KNOW better! Today’s post isn’t going to be long, but I wanted to list out the things that I love about and take joy in in regards to my body.
- My eyes: Although I’m practically blind, I love my blue eyes. I love them because they show up well in pictures. I love them because they’re lighter in color like my dad’s green eyes. I love them because I feel like they set me apart from others. But I mostly love them because they allow me to see the beauty around me, and to fully absorb the meaning of color, texture, light, and darkness. My eyes are beautiful.
- My nose: This one is very, very simple…but I love my nose because it’s crooked. It’s not broken, it’s a genetic trait that I got from my mother. And you know what? I love it! I will never, ever, EVER change the shape of my nose. My nose is beautiful.
- My arms: I love how strong my arms are, and I love how their shape shows that I’ve taken the time to make the strong. I love that I can hold my husband, pick up my dogs, carry heavy stuff, do push-ups, kill the volleyball in someone’s face (it’s true – I love doing that!), and swing a golf club. I love how my arms and shoulders help me stand up straight and gauge my full height. My arms are beautiful.
- My back: Again, I love how tall my back helps me stand. It’s strong yet feminine, and it is at the core of every movement I make. My back is beautiful.
- My legs: My legs are strong, they are thick with muscle, and they are the only part of my body that I am always confident about (besides my eyes and nose. Duh. ) They help me to walk, run, hike, and bike. They carry me, without fail, anywhere I need or want to go. They look good in shorts or in jeans. The only thing I would change in regards to my legs is the fashion industry’s standards for what a woman’s legs should be. I am not a stick, nor do I want to be. I am a woman, and my legs are beautiful.
- My feet: My feet and I have been through a lot: stress fractures, sprained ankles, cuts, scrapes, sunburns, bruises, calluses, and blisters. They are by no means foot-model material, but they have carried me where I’ve needed to go. They learned how to drive a manual car when I was 16 and loved it. They have carried me many miles, and I love that they are not pretty. Why? Because my feet are beautiful.
As much as I whine and complain about my body, I know that a lot of it stems from my frustration with being able to find clothes that fit, which sounds completely and totally shallow. Let’s be honest though: how many people actually fit the shape that the apparel industry says they should? I WORK in the apparel industry, and it’s super frustrating to know that the “standard” is much MUCH smaller than I am. When I sit back and think about it though, I am not defined by my numerical size. I am beautiful the way I was created!
I do know that I should be healthier than I am, but at the same time I love the strengths that I listed above, and wouldn’t change any of them for the world. I am blessed to be as healthy as I am and thankful to have the ability to change my eating and exercise habits. And this disordered eating and thinking thing? That is on its way out the door and I am daily encouraged to be growing in my appreciation for myself.
I am beautiful