French Medicine

I've been neglecting this little hobby of mine. In the last several months I've been all over the country, from Oregon to DC, Texas to Nashville and it's catching up with me. After my latest trek across the country and back, I can officially say that I hit the wall. I'd done well up to now. Maintained my workout and my weight throughout the schedule. Maybe the last straw was taking on the task of moving into a tiny guesthouse as DH and I begin the process of a huge renovation project on our fixer upper? Whatever it is, it is here.

I believe it was Hippocrates who said, "Let thy food by thy medicine and thy medicine be thy food". So for me that's what I've been doing. This week, I've been pumping my body full of kale, spinach, beets, strawberries, black beans, avocado, bananas and anything else I can find that is brightly colored and fresh. Tonight, DH is working late and I needed fast food. Um, not the junky drive through and have it passed through a window kinda food. Just food fast. Good food.

Entre, Douceur de France (Sweetness of France). They make delicious fresh soups. Dispensed in reusable, Ball canning jars. I chose vegetable, which someone told me from behind the counter (in a thick French accent, that I suspect is real) that it contains 6 different vegetables. Good enough for me, I'll take it.

As I walked up to the counter, a bright yellow, powdered-sugar dusted lemon bar beckoned me. I don't feel great, but dessert certainly can't hurt.

Comfy on my bed, feet under the quit, I enjoy my dinner. The creamy, fresh, slightly warmed soup is good. So is the tart, sweet lemon bar (but I only ate half...so far). In fact, it feels like a little French medicine to me. A good night's sleep and I'm sure to be on the mend. Plus, next week, I'm on vacation. Count on an update.