I loved this lunch, even though it was smallish. The low carb tomato sauce made my day. The way the cheese became crispy around the edges of the beef patty added a whole new layer of delicious.
This was way more delicious than it looks. Barramundi cooked in butter, and cauliflower in a cheesy sauce. Can’t talk, snarfling!
Another delicious breakfast, this time bacon and eggs with mushrooms and a splash of Worcestershire sauce. I’ve never liked breakfast as a meal, but I am enjoying these low carb breakfasts.
This was delicious. Three ingredients I love; smoked salmon, cucumber and feta.
I thought I’d miss burgers so much on keto/low carb, but this dinner was delicious and satisfying and didn’t leave me wishing for a soft, white bun.
2 beef patties, nothing added, fried in the pan
2 slices of cheese, added to the burgers, in the pan, when they are done. Allow the cheese to melt.
Iceberg lettuce to wrap the burger
2 thin slices of tomato
2 small pieces of beetroot (Aussie, Aussie, Aussie)
1/4 an avocado
1 radish to crunch on
This was really yummy, much better than I thought it would be. I haven’t found sugar free sauces yet, I’m hoping to find them at the supermarket today.
I love feta cheese, I could eat it every day, and olives are an addiction, so Greek salads are my favourite.
Low Carb Greek Lamb Salad
1 cup of roast lamb
1 cup of lettuce
1/8 of a red onion
5 olives ( I went a bit crazy with the olives in the photo)
1 mini cucumber
Plate the ingredients as you wish and dive in.
This was a really delicious dinner. Made for 2 people:
2 cups of beef mince
1 tbsp peanut butter
1 teasp curry powder
1 cup water
1 cup snow peas
1 cup Asian greens
Carbs pp 7.4
Brown the mince, add the flavour ingredients and sesame oil and stir, add water and simmer until reduced, add veggies and stir, don’t overcook the snow peas.
I served ours on a bed of baby spinach and with zoodles on the side.
Serve in a bowl and be careful not to burn your mouth as you snarfle it.
The title says it all! You don’t know this about me, but I like to change where I write, on a regular basis. Sometimes I go through a real outdoors stage, taking my notebook and laptop outside, on my front veranda or to the park or onto my back veranda while I throw the ball for Sally. If I can accidentally discover a new place to write I get very excited, and this week while I was on Facebook a wonderful thing happened; I found a new way to write anywhere I want!
In the marketplace area, someone was advertising a laptop table and it was only twenty dollars, which I could afford, so I jumped on that baby. I had to drive twenty minutes to pick it up, but it’s just like a new one and the new ones are expensive. The cheapest new one I found online was forty bucks and it wasn’t nearly as nice as the one I bought, so I am very happy. Now I am typing this on my little white laptop and it’s on my new table which is tilted at the perfect angle and it’s at the perfect height. Perfect new writing space!
Something else you don’t know about me is that when I look back over my first draft writing I cannot tell where one day of writing ends and the next day of writing begins, even if I had terrible days mixed with happy days. It amazes me that I can feel so different facing my work from day to day and yet produce content that is homogeneous. This, of course, shows me that there is never any excuse not to write, no matter how crap I may feel. As far as productivity is concerned, I love that this is true. On the other hand, when I’m having a shocker of a day, I have no out. I guess I’ll keep on writing each day and just trust my process.
I recommend to beginner writers that they write every day, aim for a word count of their choosing, trust that their daily writing will be useful no matter how they feel about putting their butt on the chair, and definitely try switching up the place where they write. Of course, these are things that work for me and might not work for everyone. I acknowledge that. So, whoever you are, find what works for you, what gets those words on the page, and do that until you reach the finish line.
I’m finally writing again. At last. I was so twisted up about wanting to write and not being able to write that I had a session with a brilliant local creative counselor, Jenneth Graham, and she helped me work through the issues that were messing with my head and preventing me from writing. Now I’m back in my favourite creative space which is; just get your ass on the chair and do it, girl. I’ve written ten thousand words in one week. it feels great. Thanks Jenneth.
I’m writing a novel that has a few main characters, and I’m enjoying going from one to another. I have a heart for each of them, even though to be honest, I don’t like them all equally. As I write about each character I imagine myself interacting with them, wondering, would we get along in real life? I’d definitely be able to hold a conversation with all of my current characters, and a way that I find out more about any of my characters is to meditate and imagine we are talking to each other and ask them questions about themselves. It’s a powerful writing tool. It works for me.
I may or may not send this book to a publisher. I may self publish. I may go straight through Amazon. Lots of options. I might just write 2000 words of first drafts for the rest of my days. But hell it feels good to be back writing like this again.
Be you. Rachel
OMG. It is really hard to meditate when you need to scream. I want to do this meditation which is the next step in an online art course I’m doing called Ever After, but there are things happening in my home that are beating me about the head trying to get my attention. Nothing terrible or horrible, but definitely shouting my name. I want to meditate. Be all chill and arty. Unclench my teeth. Loosen my spine. But hey, no, I have to keep on the alert for what the three other adults in the house are doing and whether they might need me at a moments notice. I might have to Mum or Wife at the drop of a bloody hat.
I love my role in the family, and I always give as much as I can in my mothering and wife-ing. But now I’m in my fifties and everyone is grown up I seem to still be on call in a way that has me on high alert, even when I think hey, it’s my turn and really, I want to art. Thinking that things will change in life without actually making any changes is silly, I know this. I’ve done loads of self awareness work and counselling through my adult decades, I know how this stuff works; you change something then everything around you shifts as well. Not always in ways you expected, but still, there are alterations to the status quo. The new way of being invites more new ways of being and the ripples go out into the world. Argh, at times the ripples can cause quakes and everyone in the house is suddenly snapping and sniping about nothing because we aren’t very good at change, us humans unless we are the masters of that change.
We do like to be the Masters of our own Universe, us bipedal geniuses of global warming and the interwebs. We like to think that we choose our own fate, no matter how obvious it is that things work randomly for and against our wishes, whims and wants. There just is no real way to control the pinball machine of a life we lead. We ping this way, hit the right flipper and watch, open mouthed as the ball shoots past the left flipper instead.
I am very loved, and for that I’m grateful. I’m grateful that people need me. It seems as though I still have lessons to learn about getting what I want, doing what I want, feeling happy to block out the time to be arty me. The word ‘no’, or at least ‘later’ needs to be a mantra I practice maybe in the shower. I’ll be busy for the next hour arting. Please do not disturb unless there’s an emergency, or ice cream. Yes, I can be strong, I can be me, I can have, uninterrupted free time. Maybe I’ll just bake some cookies and some finger foods first, you know, in case anyone gets hungry while I’m doing my thing, because god forbid I should let them make a jam sandwich for themselves. I really need to watch Frozen again and just Let It Go.
be you xx Rach