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daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

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September 16, 2005

Breakfast at Tiffanys

I wish *

nothing as wonderful as that - just breakfast at my house!
Friday is a day that I really do no housework - save washing.... I go grocery shopping but generally do just as I please....

so today I cooked my self breakfast - thank heaven my hens have realized that they are here to supply me with eggs, not to just look beautiful. Today, they presented me with one egg ( that's good going - 1 egg from 10 hens...) so I decided to cook my self a scrambled egg on toast with a few slices of vine ripened tomato, cracked black pepper & sea salt - all placed on a piece of toast, sprinkled with parsley from my herb garden. all I need to do now is convince Joe that I need a coffee espresso machine and I will be set.

about breakfast ~ one really interesting thing that I have learnt in the past 6 months is to vary your breakfast * don't eat the same thing : day in, day out. I am sure every one knows that breakfast is a very important meal of the day and it has been proven that by eating a healthy breakfast, we lose weight faster..... it gets the metabolism going & working like it should ......and BOY! was mine broke!

like I said before, when I was a skinny teen I could virtually eat what I wanted and hardly ever ate breakfast * I had way too much to do (nothing has changed there). I even had coke for breakfast sometimes when I was pregnant as it was the only thing I could keep down * yes I suffered dreadfully from morning sickness..... however when those years go by and we wake up one morning and we are near or over 40, the weight just seems harder to shift and with extra weight comes other health problems...... mine were high blood pressure and high cholesterol.... oh, yes I can ignore it and tell myself that it is all hereditary and that there are other people out there who are just like me and they are doing ok - aren't they? and yeah, sure I can eat all those good things and ignore those deliciously wicked things that taste sooooo good and then go outside and get hit by a bus.

So what is the point of watching what I eat ?

Well : for me it all boils down to ..... helping myself, stay healthier and living longer. Pampering myself and making myself feel good.

so what I have done is put a little list of yummy breakfasts that I can look at each week and have a plan - go grocery shopping and buy what I need so that I don't just grab a quick piece of toast.

*low fat muesli with yoghurt
* rolled oats cooked in skim milk & served with fruit & honey
* banana, honey & wheatgerm skim milk smoothie
and yes * bacon & eggs with tomato and mushrooms all on toast.
just a little every now and then doesn't hurt anyone

and sometimes Joe and I even go to a cafe for breakfast and share french toast with lashings of maple syrup and crispy bacon - all washed down with a skinny cappucino !

Always treat yourself.... so important in life, I think

5 Comments:

Blogger Amy said...

Agree with you there, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, btw that movie is my absolute favourite~!

11:55 am  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

You've made breakfast sound special ms*robyn! There is nothing like taking good care of our health, thats for sure. I needed this reminder, I tend to skip breakfast.

11:57 am  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

Just to say, I sent you an email tonight ms*robyn!

12:08 pm  
Blogger Gina said...

When fall/winter comes and my hens would stop laying, I would say "They have went on strike again." I do miss my hens. I got rid of them when I was expecting and I didn't want to walk to the barn in the snow and ice. I didn't want to risk falling. I think next spring I will look into getting a few.

11:49 pm  
Blogger Gina E. said...

When I was a kid growing up in the fifties, I had the same 'problem' as you, Ms Robyn - skinny all over, no matter how much I ate or what I ate. At home in those days, our household of five breakfasted together on cereal (or porridge in winter), toast, a mixed grill, and a cup of tea. Yes, ALL of those things...every morning. When I first got married at 23 years, I weighed 6 stone (is that 25 kg? Can never work it out - you can tell I was born in the age of imperial measurements!). Mum weighed 4 stone at the same age. It wasn't until I hit the fifties myself that I started to put weight on and I am now 56 kg (about 8 stone). And I still have breakfast every morning, but now it is only cereal, fruit and yoghurt.

2:04 am  

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