The Joyful Kitchen Part III

by Heather on May 26, 2010

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:

And I made a quick berry crumble for dessert:

  • 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:

I love sausage.  I wish that they had a turkey sausage option at Starbucks…

I’m excited about lunch today too!  I’m trying something new and I *THINK* it’s going to be fabulous!

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 :)

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