I found the quote above from Jane Austen, which rather fits our crew this week when we addressed this week’s topic:
“What are some of your small guilty pleasures?”
We are some pretty innocent folk here who also really don’t have alot to feel guilty about!
But I had to stop and think.
With my health problems a lot of former “Comfort Foods” are now verboten; (what a horrible thing to have happen to someone who had an Italian mother!)
Still, I indulge myself in picking up specialty items and trying/developing new recipes. Yes, that is fun to me, (wasabi mayo, pomegranate molasses, new grains to try!) The guilty part? There are specialty items in my cabinet that I really picked up on impulse and have no clue what I was thinking of when I bought them.(Canned mango? Pate of pork? Frozen coconut pieces?)
Not that I don’t do so well that my doctor tells me to cheat on my diet a bit for the holidays…and I do. (Guilty! I cheat more than I should.)
I do allow myself definite play-time/reading time at bedtime. The Husband retired and has so far refused to try to get into an ‘early-to-bed-early to rise’ rhythm, (despite how much he didn’t seem to like his late shift). So, he sits up and reads for a while, after he is on the PC, which is something that he just added to his routine. I change games around to keep my mind thinking in different ways.
I found that my mind had become rusty in some areas. Not good, so I tell myself that I am exercising my brain.
[That’s usually after we have spent a while watching shows or movies, so it gets to be quite late. This is something we do far too much of since his retirement, but to re-see old shows where the subtleties may have been lost on me or to see a movie again after decades, or even new-to-me old ones.(We watched “Hondo” with John Wayne the other night. I can’t believe that I never saw this one before.]
What is guilty about it? I don’t get enough sleep, or sleep a bit later than I should, when I could be getting more done in the mornings, (like writing).
The biggest SURPRISE indulgence to even myself is the time that I steal once in a while to do some ‘window shopping’ online, looking at clothes and jewelry. I never wore much jewelry; I never could carry off big blig. Even with a big lottery win, I would never feel comfortable buying gemstones, but goodness, after doing a little research and seeing what is gorgeous out there, I do allow myself a short time to do some real ‘grazing’.
I now understand why women have always gone crazy for jewelry. (That took me long enough!)
And I truly do only allow myself only a short time to indulge.
But I make the most of it. I’ve learned a lot about cultures as well, so the time is really not lost.
And I find that it releives stress.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!