Two years ago today, Ed asked me to marry him. (I said yes. But you picked that up.) On Saturday night we went out for dinner to Ruth's Chris Steak House in downtown Salt Lake City - going out to a really nice dinner during the week isn't always convenient, but we do like to celebrate the anniversary, even if it's a small one. They asked us if we were celebrating anything; Ed said no, and I said yes. (Doh!) Nevertheless, real rose petals were soon sprinkled on our table, and we got a really nice message on one of our bread puddings:
For dinner tonight, I'm making Coq Au Vin from my Barefoot Contessa Back to Basics cookbook, which I highly recommend (I like Ina Garten, whose recipes I find easy to follow, yet they're excellent); and for dessert, strawberries and cream bread.
I don't like a lot about myself, mostly regarding the way I look. I can't confirm this - I haven't been diagnosed - but I suspect I have an eating disorder. I went to a therapist a few months ago for a couple sessions, but while she was very nice, she wasn't quite what I was looking for somehow.
After taking care of Ed's mom, I realized that I needed to lose whatever emotional baggage I have when it comes to food and really learn how to take care of myself. I joined Curves last week, and I'm enjoying the workout; I went three times last week. It's a short workout, which for me is beneficial because I don't want to spend hours at the gym; I know I'd lose interest if I'd have to go three times a week to a workout that's three hours long.
I'm trying to be mindful of what I'm eating, and more importantly why I'm eating - if I'm actually hungry, or eating in response to a stressor, or if I'm bored. Baby steps.
In the vein of taking care of myself, I'm being more active all around. I started volunteering at a local hospice; once a week I go in to visit with a handful of little old ladies. Or rather, I will; I've only gone in a couple times and so far I haven't been able to find any of them, so I'm meeting the social worker tomorrow so she can make sure I know who it is I'm supposed to be meeting.
I've also taken up knitting. I've discovered a local knitting shop that offers free weekly beginner knitting classes and welcomes anyone to just stop by to hang out and knit, and ask questions if necessary. (There's a garden in back, and another in front, where, if one is so inclined, one can sit outside to knit.) The staff is friendly and helpful, and they know their stuff. They also keep track of what I've purchased and can make recommendations.