These fluffy looking white flower trees have been blooming around Los Angeles lately, it’s like we get an early spring in the middle of everyone else’s winter.
I think this is an Ornamental Pear Tree, but correct me if I’m wrong.
Doesn’t this one along my favorite walk look almost shaped like a heart?
I love flowering trees, we have pink ones lately, too.
The purple Jacaranda trees come in spring, something dazzling to look forward to as we crawl out of the crappy winter flus and viruses that have been from Satan this year.
I was talking to my mom before last weekend, Valentine’s Day weekend, and saying that I had been doing pretty well on my pre-summer diet for all of about four days, but that Valentine’s Day we were going out to dinner and every year that weekend tends to get my diet derailed.
It’s like a conspiracy with all of the chocolates and the brownies and cupcakes with hearts and pink frosting everywhere and the candy aisles beckoning.
It almost feels like your duty to eat Girl Scout cookies this time a year, ahhh mean!
And don’t even get me started on Mardi Gras indulgences and King Cake.
Balance has been one of the big ongoing struggles of my life.
My mom in Louisiana said oh well, “Why don’t you just wait until after Fat Tuesday and then you can start Lent? You have forty days until Easter.”
I seriously don’t know if I’ve actually ever done Lent right. I’m not Catholic and I always thought it was more of a Catholic thing. (I’m Christian, it turns out it’s both.)
I knew it involved giving up something for the entirety of Lent and I had heard that it had to be something you would miss or it doesn’t really count.
I said to my mom what would I give up? Sugar? (That doesn’t seem possible for me.)
My mom said casually, “Why don’t you give up binging?”
That sounds like a mean thing to say, but it really isn’t to me. I don’t binge in front of my mom, it’s not something that I ever plan to do, for me binging happens sort of accidentally.
It definitely includes comfort food eating, and it often occurs when I’ve had either a really good day (celebrating a holiday, birthday, etc.) or a really bad day and I’m stressed out or sick or hormonal.
Or all of the above.
It doesn’t usually involve me buying a gallon of ice cream for myself and eating the whole thing…although I have bought a bag of Lindt truffles or big frosted bakery cupcakes and ate a lot of them fast in a parking lot.
Wow, this is sort of embarrassing, binging is such a private kind of shame. Continue reading