If you follow me on Instagram, you’ve seen the preview.
Baked Brie. With Maple Syrup. And Pecans. OMGEEEEE.
Here’s where I found the recipe! Fake Ginger’s Recipe!
The last week or so, our house has been down for the count. Bronchitis, sinus stuff, and wheezing. Both of us have had this.
Today, I felt a tiny bit better, despite my back muscles being sore from coughing. I decided to take advantage of this and try to make butternut squash and sweet potato soup.
Last Black Friday, I bought an immersion blender. It has been money well spent. I’ve made lots of mayo and homemade soups. An immersion blender is a must for this recipe.
Short version: I went to Publix and bought two containers of precut veggies. One container was butternut squash. The other was sweet potato. I threw those containers in my pot along with three cans of chicken broth. I boiled it for about 40 minutes. Then, I turned down the heat and let my immersion blender to do the rest. In less than an hour, we had homemade, fresh, delicious soup! I may make large quantities of this next time and freeze it.
I added a tiny bit of olive oil, salt, and pepper to the mix once it was finished.
Let me know if you all try this. It was tasty!
- Keep losing inches.
- Do another round of 21DF.
- Pack my lunch.
- Make time to exercise more regularly.
- Pray more.
I started a new medication and a topical lotion for the hives last week. The lotion has done the most for the hives. Occasionally, I still break out with them, but for the most part, it’s just a waiting for the skin to heal kind of thing.
The medication has helped tremendously with the anxiety. I’m able to taste a little freedom. That’s always a good thing.
I guess my main point for writing this and even publicly sharing that I struggle with mental illness is this: the stigma shouldn’t exist. Mental health IS health. It’s okay to struggle. Just don’t stay there. Ask for help.
May your weekend be blessed with peace, love, and joy.
You have no rhyme or reason. No pattern. No niceness that I can control. You just come and overwhelm me. You start as a passing thought and end with me trying to pull out every coping skill I’ve got.
It’s not fair. YOU aren’t fair. You’ve stolen away so much of my life. I do not do because of you. I avoid shopping centers, church, and public gatherings because of you. Mainly because I know you’ll show up and steal the scene.
People think you’re an excuse. You aren’t. You are the reason. People ask questions like, “Do you think that’s logical?” That’s the thing. Trauma isn’t logical. PTSD isn’t logical. Anxiety isn’t logical. You just shut me down.
So, here I am…pulling one of my other coping skills out…writing. I’m trying to pass you by. So far it’s working. I’ve stopped the crying. The rapid breathing has subsided. And here I am, beating you again. I WILL WIN. Maybe not every time. But overall, YOU WILL NOT STEAL MY JOY. Anxiety you’re an asshole, and I’m taking my toys and going home. I will not play with you. I will not engage.
A Strong Woman