Honestly, I'm not entirely sure when my relationship with pasta began. I would assume as a child. Maybe with Mac-n-Cheese or some of my mother's vegetable spaghetti. Whatever the case may be, it doesn't matter because the relationship just grows stronger with each passing year. Pasta has been the only food that I've been able to keep down (for the most part). Creamy Alfredo, Cajun linguini, tomato basil spaghetti... all have treated me well. In small doses every three to four hours. If I get queasy I know it's time to eat again. I've tried everything from soup to gingerale and boring salt-less crackers. Pasta has been the best option, no greasy meats though. Also no juices, especially pineapple juice. That was a nightmare. A straight nightmare for several hours... YUCK!
As much as my tummy is loving the pasta (with little sauce), I think The Hubs is tired of the Italian buffet. Also, with the lack of exercise... the carb over load may not be the best figure flattering meals. I'm at the point to where I'm just happy I'm not throwing up again, and again, and again, and again, and again... eh, you get the picture. Poor Hubs though, I'm sure he's ready for me to get back to cooking other types of food. LOL. He's been a trooper about all the Pasta though. I'm forever grateful for the trips to the supermarket to find more noodles or pick up more sauce bases.
We love Thai food. Adore Thai food. Yummy Thai tea and basil chicken and coconut rice. Yum. Yum. Yum. It's probably our favorite. Thai is date night cuisine. Maybe I'll plan a nice date night, cook a nice inimate meal and then take him to see Wonder Woman. Get out of my Italian zone, just a bit. I mean, Thai noodles are especially delicious.
We went for another walk this late evening, as the weather cooled the tiniest of bits. Everly is frightened of ants lately. It's actually the cutest thing. She'll look down, point at any crawling bug... exclaim "ANTS" then immediately reach for The Hubs. "Daddy pick me up. DADDY UP." We are trying to teach her the difference between the different insects and soothe her fears. It's adorable though and these are the memories I hope my mind keeps forever fresh. I need to take a short video with my phone on our next walk. So two walks in two days. If we can make it to 21, then it'll develop into a habit. Or at least that's what Terry Crews says in this month's new Muscle and Fitness. ( If you haven't read the article, it's pretty good. I had no idea that guy was so close to 50! He looks great. Plus he's been married to the same woman for thirty years. I was very impressed. It was, it still is The Hubs magazine and I came across it while trying to find inspiration to continue my twenty minutes of yoga.) That's right! I did some yoga today! I also eased back into standing squats. Still got sick. Several times but also feeling accomplished as well so; YAY!!!
While out on our walk, a car full of teenages drove past us... fairly fast. They honked. My husband and I walk at a slow pace with Everly in the middle holding both of our hands. When her legs get tired, one of us... usually The Hubs... will pick her up and carry her until she wants down again. She is always with us, never left alone. Our walks are short, thirty minutes at most through our small neighborhood. As they drove past, one of the girls yelled "Hey! Watch your child." As she's walking in the middle of us, holding our hands. It shouldn't have bothered me and yet it did bother me. I guess, that's why I'm bringing it up here. They're kids. I'm an adult and know that there's no way they couldn't understand how rude they were being, yet at their age... I would have known. That's all I'm going to say about that, it lasted less than a few seconds and well... that's all the time I should have wasted on whole thing.
There is an entire evening to be had with my beautiful family. Have a stellar evening doing something you love.
As much as my tummy is loving the pasta (with little sauce), I think The Hubs is tired of the Italian buffet. Also, with the lack of exercise... the carb over load may not be the best figure flattering meals. I'm at the point to where I'm just happy I'm not throwing up again, and again, and again, and again, and again... eh, you get the picture. Poor Hubs though, I'm sure he's ready for me to get back to cooking other types of food. LOL. He's been a trooper about all the Pasta though. I'm forever grateful for the trips to the supermarket to find more noodles or pick up more sauce bases.
We love Thai food. Adore Thai food. Yummy Thai tea and basil chicken and coconut rice. Yum. Yum. Yum. It's probably our favorite. Thai is date night cuisine. Maybe I'll plan a nice date night, cook a nice inimate meal and then take him to see Wonder Woman. Get out of my Italian zone, just a bit. I mean, Thai noodles are especially delicious.
We went for another walk this late evening, as the weather cooled the tiniest of bits. Everly is frightened of ants lately. It's actually the cutest thing. She'll look down, point at any crawling bug... exclaim "ANTS" then immediately reach for The Hubs. "Daddy pick me up. DADDY UP." We are trying to teach her the difference between the different insects and soothe her fears. It's adorable though and these are the memories I hope my mind keeps forever fresh. I need to take a short video with my phone on our next walk. So two walks in two days. If we can make it to 21, then it'll develop into a habit. Or at least that's what Terry Crews says in this month's new Muscle and Fitness. ( If you haven't read the article, it's pretty good. I had no idea that guy was so close to 50! He looks great. Plus he's been married to the same woman for thirty years. I was very impressed. It was, it still is The Hubs magazine and I came across it while trying to find inspiration to continue my twenty minutes of yoga.) That's right! I did some yoga today! I also eased back into standing squats. Still got sick. Several times but also feeling accomplished as well so; YAY!!!
While out on our walk, a car full of teenages drove past us... fairly fast. They honked. My husband and I walk at a slow pace with Everly in the middle holding both of our hands. When her legs get tired, one of us... usually The Hubs... will pick her up and carry her until she wants down again. She is always with us, never left alone. Our walks are short, thirty minutes at most through our small neighborhood. As they drove past, one of the girls yelled "Hey! Watch your child." As she's walking in the middle of us, holding our hands. It shouldn't have bothered me and yet it did bother me. I guess, that's why I'm bringing it up here. They're kids. I'm an adult and know that there's no way they couldn't understand how rude they were being, yet at their age... I would have known. That's all I'm going to say about that, it lasted less than a few seconds and well... that's all the time I should have wasted on whole thing.
There is an entire evening to be had with my beautiful family. Have a stellar evening doing something you love.
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