Yes, I admit it: I am an apple. I have always been an apple. Even when I was a little kid with the nickname of "Bones" I still had a pooched out belly and stick legs. It is not easy being an apple, especially an apple at the top of the hill. This year I turn forty and I plan to trim down this apple shape of mine.
A few years ago I inherited my grandmothers photographs. I saw the progression of my grandmother from a thin young lady to a middle aged apple. In this mix of photos is a photo of her mother and several other rotund ladies from our extended family. Although, I do believe some of them may have been pregnant at the time it doesn't stop me from freaking out about the similarities. I could fit right into that picture and I am not pregnant. It is time to stop the madness. I would like to take a full length photo on my 40th birthday without propping one of my kids in front of me or deleting half of the party pictures for being unflattering.
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| Four apples all in a row! |
So, my hope is to celebrate food in a healthy way and to make my goals a bit more transparent so that I am accountable. I am interested in exploring low-carb cooking, clean eating, and raw food. However, I am still a food lover at heart. I plan to continue eating meat, making cupcakes for my kids, and indulging in occasional treats. I just hope to make healthy choices most of the time. This blog will showcase my food adventures and maybe, just maybe, I will whittle my middle in the process.
