No Resolutions, but…

I refuse to acknowledge anything as a New Year’s Resolution.  Doing so is the fastest way I know to guarantee it will fail.  I am starting a couple of projects, for fun.  The first is exercise-related, making the most of the snazzy mini-gym we put in the basement.

The second is a desire to make every single recipe in one of the new Lindsay Nixon cookbooks I bought.  Happy Herbivore Abroad:  A Travelogue and over 135 Fat-Free and Low-Fat Vegan Recipes From Around the World.  I chose this one because it was the first one downloaded on the Kindle.

Now, I can’t claim to be vegan any longer, but getting as close to plant-based, whole-food is where I want to be.  I’ll start with some of the side dishes.  The Mediterranean Chard looks good, and I happen to have chard, olives, and capers on hand.  That will add to the smoked turkey, mashed potatoes, and cranberry that’s planned for dinner today.

So in my post-holiday existence, I don’t know what possessed me to agree to a fasting blood test on Jan 2nd!  I mean, the peanut brittle was barely gone, and there was still coconut eggnog in the fridge.  But there you have it.  Now I’ll have to persuade my doctor to re-test me in 30 days, because my closer-to-vegan diet and mini-gym use will make a drastic difference.  We’ll see.

Stay tuned for Mediterranean Chard!