What's on your (PHOTO) Friday Menu? Menu?
Love the new haircut,JB. It looks like a longer version of mine today as I got out my flatirons and straighten mine. Miss Lily and I have our first walk in and will do more later. It was really cold and dark and neither of us were in the mood,but we did it anyway. Accountability was spot on food and stepwise yesterday and weight is 120.4. QOTD nothing comes to mind. Here's the food plan B 1/2c steel cut oats with protein and peanut butter L 1/2 of a taco salad D other half of lunch. I need to stay away from the snacks. I added some popcorn before bed which was OK calorie wise but I didn't really need it. That's a bad habit of mine. Tonight I'll make a cup of decaf coffee instead. Have a great day and stay safe everyone. Pics are mushrooms,Miss Lily and a cabin in the woods at Pine Creek. Wish I was still there!
Great pics, especially of Miss Lily. I bought some steel cut oats to try. How much peanut butter do you put on them?
Liz 5'3" HW: 219 SW: 185 GW: 125 LW: 113 Desired maintenance range: 120-125 CW: 119ish
I was visiting an aunt in Ireland and she told me that I must bring home some nice Irish oatmeal for my dear mother. I carried that box of oatmeal with me for two weeks in Ireland and England. It was heavy.
On the plane home, it occurred to me that I had not declared it and being food should probably not be bringing it into the country.
I stood in line for customs and was lucky that they picked the guy ahead of me for a luggage check and just waved me through. The kicker was a few weeks later when I asked my mom how she enjoyed the oatmeal. She said it was all right, but she preferred the steel cut oatmeal that she got from the Amish store here.
Real life begins where your comfort zone ends
That story made me chuckle!
Liz 5'3" HW: 219 SW: 185 GW: 125 LW: 113 Desired maintenance range: 120-125 CW: 119ish
Oh Mary, your story reminded me of one time landing in NY from Italy. Two grandmas got caught, their suitcase looked like a mom and pop deli shop in any italian neighborhood. You could smell all the sausages, salumi and cheese when they opened the bags! It just so happened they couldn't speak a word of english and I was the person right behind them so I became the default translator. The poor women it was their first time coming to US to visit their grand children, and what does an Italian grandma do to show her love? She feeds the kids! And they can't feed them with the garbage found in US (I didn't translate the word garbage - robaccia), they had to bring the healthy stuff from mother country. It was so hard for me not to laugh, and I could see the custom people felt bad too, but they had to take everything, and gave them a hefty fine. This was a good 10-15 years ago.
SW:261 6/26/17 GW:150 10/6/18
CW: 141.6
PGW: 140-142
That is so funny.
My mother-in-law was born in Italy. She would have felt the same way. If it was not Italian, it was not any good.
One day she was telling me that one of her sons was dating a nice girl, but she was Irish. I looked at her and said, "You know I am Irish don't you?"
She said, "No, you marry my son, now you are Italian".
Real life begins where your comfort zone ends
Once you are accepted you are famiglia!
So, another funny story. We were vacationing in Sicily and had rented a villa. The owners lived on the property too so we kinda became friendly with them. The mom was very curious that I "had gone waaay out" and married an American. She was trying to understand the appeal because her son had started going out with this girl, "who is not one of us and lives so far away." In my mind I thought the son was dating a girl from the mainland. Turned out the girl is from the next village, less than 20 minutes drive!
SW:261 6/26/17 GW:150 10/6/18
CW: 141.6
PGW: 140-142
That would have been my mother-in-law. She did not want to go to a store or restaurant unless it was in her town and owned by an Italian. They lived in a small town in West Virginia. The Italians built a beautiful Catholic church. The Polish built a beautiful Catholic church right next to the Italian one. There was one priest and he had mass at 9:00 for the Polish and 10:00 for the Italians.
Real life begins where your comfort zone ends