I’m doing this new thing where I’m saving recipes online and actually making them when I get home. Its kinda cool.
Last night I made Curried Lentils over Jasmine Brown Rice. Not bad. I had to doctor up the lentils, because I used this “organic” brand that had a TERRIBLE after taste. Eck! Next time, I’ll just use regular old “tampered with” lentils, because that after taste was frightful. But I worked it out with some honey, and then combined with the Jasmine Rice…it came out pretty good.
So good in fact, I went back for seconds…
…but here’s the catch…I couldn’t finish my second helping. I actually had to stop, put the fork down, and back away slowly. With about half of my food left on my plate.
This let me know that while I’ve made some physical changes, I definitely have some work to do with my mind. I still have the mind of an “overeater”, but physically my tummy just couldn’t do it.
So that’s the next step I’m focusing on. Changing how my mind works and how it processes hunger and satisfying that hunger.
This may seem simple to you regular eaters, but for those of us who struggle with weight, food, and portions…this is a serious breakthrough!
I’ve been slacking on my “Today’s Word” posts. This blog needs some spiritual uplift! So I’ll be back with some much needed PRAYER and messages I’ve received from the Lord.
As my Pastor said, we can’t just share the gospel, we have to live it! We can’t share what we don’t have. And part of me living the gospel is keeping it all around me; keeping it at the head of my life and anything that I do. Including this blog.
In other news…have I mentioned my Jamaican co-worker who gives me fever?
I guess he comes up more often on Twitter, but it is quite a pleasure when I see him in the office. Even better when my swag is turned on. And lately he’s been finding ways to touch me when we speak. Hmmm, what’s going on here?
……(to be continued)……
So I received a call yesterday from a boy I used to babysit BACK in the day. He’s actually the older brother of this young man I blogged about before.
Turns out the kid is all grown up, in college, and is now shopping around for grad schools. Where did the time go???
He’s looking into NYU, and wants to come visit this summer.
Let me tell you…I cannot get over the BASS in this young man’s voice. Its SO surreal. He was maybe 10 years old the last time I saw him or talked to him. And I’m marveled at all that he’s accomplished at his young age, and how motivated he is to set goals and achieve them.
We had the best conversation, and he’s so mature. I’m just so proud! And thankful to God for blessing this young person and blessing me by putting us in touch.
For all the times I got it wrong, or I messed up and didn’t act accordingly, I’m glad that my “lil brother” is eager to see me (and the city I love), and little does he know how he’s encouraged me and humbled me just by succeeding and not settling for anything less.
Memory Lane can be a BISH sometimes. Primarily when it comes to pictures of a smaller me…when I thought I was OH so large.
Needless to say…it kicked my workout mojo into gear (that is…after I finished my devil dog cakes).

I met him 3 years ago, yesterday. When I finally realized that I was into him, I posted this.
I feel so embarrassed reading that post now (and a lil envious, but I won’t let it linger too long). I remember the girl that wrote this. She was so unexpectedly thrilled and excited for the future of this romance.
A month later came this “Momma’s Boy” post when she thought he had some serious growing up to do. (Turned out she was right…only it wasn’t his Mom he had to out grow…it was his ex-girlfriend).
A drunken folly lead to her contacting him on this night, which was a big mistake (and the reason I’m even typing this today). That mistake later led her to this experience that she thought “turned the corner” for them, and was pretty dope at the time.
Nonetheless, it ended up here. But yall already know it didn’t really “end” up there, because I’m still posting about him today.
Blah. Anyway, it was interesting reading about past times through that girl’s eyes. I’m proud to say…I can see the maturity and the growth.