02 7 / 2014
It’s become pretty apparent that my world kind of revolves around food. I love eating, and food is definitely how I show my affection for people. Including myself, because I have a number of dietary restrictions, so I have to cook a lot of keep myself healthy.
So I’ve decided that this blog needs more of my recipes, because cooking is a major part of my existence. It seems right that a baked oatmeal is the first one, because this is easily the most commonly cooked thing in our apartment. We make a pan of baked oatmeal of some flavor on Sunday nights, and eat it through the week. It helps us have a healthy, filling breakfast with minimal fuss in the mornings. Considering I have a 45 minute commute ahead of me, I take all the time-saving I could get.
Like I said, we change the flavor from week to week, but this week’s may be a favorite. You can use frozen blueberries if you don’t have access to fresh (we definitely do), but fresh berries make all the difference because they do that delicious juicy bursting thing that make blueberry muffins so good.
Blueberry Baked Oatmeal (adapted from Budget Bytes)
- 1 (5.3 oz.) container of plain Greek yogurt
- 1.5 cups of milk
- 2 eggs
- 1/2 cup of maple syrup
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/2 tsp cinnamon
- 12 oz. blueberries (fresh or frozen)
- 3 cups old-fashioned oats (we use gluten-free oats)
Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees (F). Whisk together the yogurt, milk, eggs, maple syrup, vanilla, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon until it is smooth. Fold in the blueberries. Add oats and stir until evenly coated. Grease a casserole dish (I think ours is a 2 1/5 quart dish) and pour the oat mixture into the dish. Bake for 30-45 minutes, or until golden brown. If it is slightly soft, that’s fine, but it shouldn’t be wet!
This generally stays fine covered in our fridge for about 5 days, and we reheat the each serving in the morning. Enjoy!
01 7 / 2014
ehbeesea3 said: This is why I take issue with the "you don't have a soul, you are a soul. You have a body" quote and its ilk. You are BOTH. Your body is your soul is your body. Both of them become you. When there is dissonance, bringing them into alignment is important, not because your body should be a certain way, but because It matters to your sense of self. Doing so in ways that respect that you *are* your body, too, and that whatever body you wear is just yours, is also important.
I think that this is a really important distinction to make. No one ever said this to me until I was 27 years old. 27, When I was dancing, I think I naturally made the connection, despite a lot of toxic things that I had internalized. But yeah. Otherwise, I did not even begin to have an inkling of that until I was 27 years old, which means that I’m still trying to let that take the place of less useful knowledge that has embedded itself in my brain. One day, though, one day!
01 7 / 2014
I’ve been feeling a lot of frustration with myself and with my body lately. While I haven’t been having full out panic attacks, and haven’t had one in a while, I have been having an uptick in my migraines, and dealing a lot with an ever-present, low grade anxiety and insomnia. It doesn’t always do or let me do what I want. It’s easy to feel like it’s me against my body, or me against my brain. Which is ridiculous, because I am my body, I am my brain. Which makes these kind of weeks a slow descent into really crappy self-esteem.
I recently got turned on to the Sex Nerd Sandra podcast through the number of other Nerdist podcasts that I like, and have been listening to a lot of her older episodes, because she has really great, smart, positive things to say. And not just about sex. She covers relationships, mindfulness, body image, trauma, and, yes, sex. Anyway, I’ve been listening to some of her older episodes that seemed useful and/or relevant, mostly the ones on mindfulness, stress, and body image. In one of them, the guest made the observation that “there is no wrong way to have a body.” And suddenly, I felt the urge to start crying in my car somewhere on I-40.
Always, but especially since the accident, I have spent a lot of time fighting and hating my body. It’s always stiff, or in pain, or dizzy, or just somehow wrong. To say nothing of the on again, off again relationship I have with how my body looks. I don’t always take the best care of my body because, well, why should I bother, it won’t do anything right anyway. So I let myself eat foods I know make me feel crappy, I don’t exercise even though I know it would probably help. But thinking about my chronic illnesses in terms of the fact that there isn’t a wrong way to have a body, this is just my body, makes me feel a little more compassionate towards myself.
So once I recover from this week’s migraine (yes, they are now weekly), I am standing up for myself/my body. I’m going to make time to let myself relax and exercise, instead of feeling guilty for taking the time for myself. I’m going to stand up to my parents when it comes to what I eat, instead of eating tons of gluten and refine sugar just to make things easier on them. Because it doesn’t make things any easier on me or my body. My body doesn’t like being sedentary, and it doesn’t like it when I fill it with certain foods. So hopefully, I can change that. Because there’s no wrong way to have a body, and no wrong way to be a body, and it’s time for me to accept that this is the one that I have.