Starting every day successfully

How I start my day with respect to breakfast.

Is breakfast is the most important way to start your day so it is successful?

A dietary presentation I attended talked about breakfast and how sugary cereals or other breakfast sandwiches etc can start you off every day in ongoing blood sugar cycles.  Those highs and crashes cause us mortals to be ravenous earlier in the morning and eat other than what we should. Eating cereal usually means I am growly hungry by 10 a.m.

I need to lose some weight.  Eating healthy and avoiding sugar crashes is important to me so I can control my eating.

 

Keeping it simple, I have started cooking myself a single egg for breakfast, and surprisingly, I feel full all morning. Hot sauce, and some tomato chopped up are all I add to the scrambled egg.

Over the weeks that’s a lot of eggs and mostly I manage to keep the eggshell out of my little scrambled egg.

I bought this little cooker which does the eggs one at a time, and if I want I can add a wrap which I just add for 30 seconds to warm up the wrap. If you cook the wrap too long it gets stiff.

It comes apart and is simple to wash for you practical types.

The egg comes out about an inch tall and really fluffy, takes 5 minutes. The hot sauce gives it a nice zing, and the chopped cherry tomato from my garden makes it sweet.

But my blog isn’t about cooking, or health tips.

I do often share my thoughts about life and use analogies. This is another situation where I am sharing my thoughts.

For weeks now I have been thinking about these cracked open eggs and how sometimes I have to scoop out some egg shells before I cook them or I’m going to be surprised by a crunchy scrambled egg.

I realize though that my breakfast is delicious and nutritious but one of these days I am going to accidentally leave in a small piece of eggshell.  If one day I have a crunchy breakfast I wouldn’t throw it away or spit it out.  Maybe eggshell has some dietary benefit I don’t know.

I wondered if there was an analogy for me, my life is pretty swell too. It’s not a 5 star breakfast in Michelin rated restaurant but I enjoy it, and am contented. It suits me and it benefits me.

My breakfast and my life, eggshells and all whenever I get them is still one to be grateful for, to be appreciated, and enjoyed.

 

 

Definitely the best part of my start to the day is not the breakfast at all, but being thankful to be alive, being content, and for the people in my life.  I will endeavour to grateful for my breakfast and my life, eggshells or not.

Perhaps that is the most successful way to start the day, being thankful, and breakfast comes second.

Thank you for reading, do you have a formula for a successful day? or a healthy breakfast Idea? I’d love to hear your comments to this post. 

Hippo Highways: Day 2 of our Walking Safari

Africa, hippos, folk lore, pictures made this a special post to reblog. No plans to do a walk about in African heat? Then see here to find what we missed.

Ann Cavitt Fisher

In the late afternoons, hippos yawn A LOT. After spending most of the day in the water, they’re having a little oxygen deprivation issue. Photograph, Cat Gassiot.

A sausage tree on the banks of a lagoon. It won’t be long before this lagoon dries out. Photograph, Ann Fisher

The first night in Luangwa Bush Camp (LBC), a camp that moves location each evening, our tents had been on the banks of the Luangwa river.

After a light breakfast and some coffee, we left for our second day of walking. Before long, we were skirting a lagoon. In South Luangwa, these come and go with the rainy season — and this lagoon was ribboning down to a slender line of green.

By the time August comes around, it will be completely gone until the rains return. At this point though, we still needed the makeshift log bridge Braston had laid across…

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Gate A-4

My heart was warmed by this blog post, please enjoy the optimism you feel thanks to the author (not me)

Live & Learn

Gate A-4 By Naomi Shihab Nye:

Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: “If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.” Well— one pauses these days. Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.

An older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing. “Help,” said the flight agent. “Talk to her . What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be late and she did this.”

I stooped to put my arm around the woman and spoke haltingly. “Shu-dow-a, shu-bid-uck, habibti? Stani schway, min fadlick, shu-bit-se-wee?” The minute she heard any words she knew, however poorly used, she stopped crying. She thought the flight had been cancelled entirely. She needed to be…

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I protested too much

Another disadvantage of getting a little seasoned every day, as in being a grizzled veteran of life, is that you are honest with yourself.

Okay, that honesty is a good idea, isn’t it? If you expect a certain result, then be clear, be precise on what you are wanting or needing otherwise learn telepathy, because they can’t read your mind. That applies to business, and relationships.

About two weeks ago, I had, for me, a very special day. I reached the 30 year milestone of my 2nd kidney transplant. I really started to look forward to crossing this “finish line” of sorts about two years ago when I received some bad news at a medical appointment.

During the day,  on July 7,  I thought back of the gadzillion visits I’ve had at hospitals, and laboratories since 1978 when I met a renal specialist downtown alone in Vancouver.  It was likely a shock to the specialist that I was alone, and 18 years old getting this news but no one saw it coming. It was a lot to absorb for a teenager.

Now  it is nearly 40 years later, years of dialysis, peritonitis, one failed kidney transplant and one kidney transplant successful were behind me. I felt a bit like I reached my own Mount Everest summit. Still, the journey continues, but it was a summit worth celebrating.

Back to the title of this post – In my life I protested too much about parties to celebrate milestones because I realize that I do really like making a fuss once a year, and I can see that it is fun for my inner circle of special friends and family also.

The days march on, and if we don’t take the time, with our circle – the days will march on regardless.

In the last two weeks I have reflected that those celebratory parties are the whipping cream that comes free with the special cake that is life.

My takeaway thought for you reader and myself is  – take the cream on your cake, throw on the icing character, put the flamingos on your lawn and not only that, don’t wait for someone else to plan it for you, make sure you get what you want or need from life, by planning for it yourself.  

No regrets, please.

Thanks for reading, following along, sharing, commenting and have a wonderful day. 🙂 

 

 

 

July 1 was extra special this year

 

July 1 is Canada Day, ironically I am writing this on July 4 which is USA’s national day.

Allow me to say that over the years of travels to the United States, and interactions with some fellow bloggers in the USA, my fondness for their nation keeps improving.  I know that my family tree is on both sides of the Canada/USA border as two brothers immigrated to New York in the early 1900’s, one brother stayed in the US, and the other went to and stayed in Canada. As a result, it seems natural that I like the USA, but my heart is Canadian as this is my home that I love and am proud of.

This Canada Day was especially memorable as my yard is flourishing with flowers, and we added a Canadian flag to hang from our front deck at our home. It looked grand!

Later in the day, we took it to the beach and my wife, son and I took turns posing with the flag with Skaha lake in the background. We have never done that before and we enjoyed it.

My home city, Penticton, I am informed, is one of only two cities in the world that is located between two different lakes.  Canada Day here is celebrated with much public fanfare.  In a park downtown there is bandshell and all day long the bandshell hosts different types of music and entertainment from belly dancing to scottish highland dancing. Of course there are food trucks everywhere and after the grand opening there is free cake!

During the opening ceremony, we citizens stand and sing O Canada, and recognize the indigenous people and their culture.  At night the boats and beaches are full as the light is lit up with fireworks, as I know it will be tonight all over in the USA.

Many years we enjoy aerial displays from the Snowbirds but not every year.  They put on a dazzling show that is always exhilarating to watch. Click here to see what I mean.

In Ottawa, the national capital for Canada, there is a huge party on July 1 – click here to hear The Nylons sing O Canada

Every country has it’s national day, and hopefully you will enjoy yours especially this year, as I did mine.

Nice day to sit on lakeshore bench

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Arnold Chan – Member of Parliament

Saturday, June 17, 2017 In the Globe & Mail newspaper I read an article written by Laura Stone.  If you want to read the short article – click here

I don’t as a rule find my blog inspirations from newspaper articles but this one about the Liberal MP Arnold Chan struck a chord.  It struck a chord because:

• What he is doing,
• What he is not doing,  and
• His marvelous attitude

Arnold Chan is a member of parliament, and a lawyer.  He is also a man who is seriously ill with a cancer diagnosis.

What he is doing

He continues to go to work in the Commons, and he does this he says; because he still can. ” I have this privilege. I want to exercise it to the best of my ability, one should just continue to live one’s life, despite whatever challenges you happen to have. And that’s how I choose to deal with it.”

What he is not doing

Mr Chan is not complaining, he is not blaming, he is not whining and this is despite having a serious health circumstance. He is very aware of every day but his daily choice is to “carry on“.

His marvelous attitude

Life for Arnold Chan has difficult, battling cancer for two years, but he says ” Life will take me where life will take me, this thing that unfortunately I have, will take me where it will take me. That’s all.”

My thoughts after reading this is that so many people are rich in health, and future and yet they are oblivious and  complain. They grump, they swerve around cars and pedestrians in traffic, too discontent to look around and take in the moment, and oblivious of the treasure to be alive.

Some people are hoping to see another day, some others hope to leave their hospital bed and feel the wind on their cheek, and yet some people are irate because their drive took 30 seconds longer to get to a destination. I have no patience or understanding for drivers who think the road belongs to them.

I appreciate this article by Laura about Arnold Chan MP, a gentleman living his life the best he can despite illness and doing so with inspiring style. Visit Arnold Chan’s website here.

A person’s a person, no matter how small. – Dr. Seuss

Thanks as always for reading, and I always try to reply to any comments.

Welcome to my world again

I thought it would be a good idea to move some pictures from my phone to my blog and voila, today’s post.

I bumped into a friend and he asked me what have I been up to, and this is it.

Mark Twain –

“Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day of your life.”

An assortment of pictures from recent weeks.

Can you match them all up ?

• Skaha Lake paddleboarding, the lake is so calm at 7 am and that’s my son and wife.
• Africa the cat, absorbing some rubs while purring like indoor thunder
• I don’t know plants, but this Cambria Lily bloomed today within two days of being adopted and brought home. Looks nice!
• Looking down on the world, that’s my son waving through a hole in the leaves in our cherry time – and they look ready now!
• A double selfie with #1 son in Manning Park, this spot had a roaring creek!
• My Van Gogh son turning a river rock into a garden turtle 🙂
• The historic Sicamous on Okanagan Lake, a parked paddlewheeler.
• A view of the Okanagan lake, looking a lot higher right now.
• Africa again, dreaming of the tango.
• Another lily, this one’s a tiger!

Kodachrome World

Yesterday the theme of my weekly Toastmasters Club meeting was Colour.

There is so much science about color, cultural perceptions about colour that are specific to different parts of the world. I also learned that color blindness is much more likely to happen to males than females.

Psychology of color – if you look around online you will quickly find that color choices in ads are carefully planned to reach target audiences.  A lot of research has been done to be able to predict how the public will respond to the commercial uses of color. It isn’t exactly behavior manipulation but still the right color choice affects how audiences respond, but the color choices could be totally different for a different culture.

Go to this link to find out What Colours Mean in Other Cultures.

I was wondering would you wear glasses that block colors for a week so that you could experience color for the first time like these people did?

Stand By Me – Marvin Gaye

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Most posts I write now are read but in 2012 when I wrote this i probably didn’t have many readers, but I  still liked what I said.

Maybe you will also.

Enjoy the last days of spring this week. , ☺

So many shades of Green

Two decades ago I regularly spent long periods in the hospital, having surgery and moving forward hoping for success. Hoping to return to my own bed in my home, my own life, to working even.

No needs to remind a hospital patient about Mindfulness as defined as the quality or state of being conscious or aware of something.

In the hospital, the day started with a nurse checking how I slept, making notes, and of course temperatures and blood pressures 6 – 8 times per day.  After some toast and cereal which I would to make to be some event of my day – then there is usually some medications and blood work to follow.

Sometimes I had to be wheeled to another part of the hospital for another test, at least it was a change in my routine.

No my readers, I feel confident based on experience to say hospital inmates like myself are very mindful.

I won’t be tedious talking about the rest of the hospital day suffice to say after a few weeks or moments you dream of your couch at home like a fish in the desert dreams of the open ocean.

Oregon Coast, one of hundreds of wonderful beaches from a holiday

 

Mindfulness is something I try to use another way now though. I like to go outside and not read or study, or anything. I look around and try to absorb the breeze. A breeze is wonderful kiss from the earth when you have been inside a ward on an IV for a long time. I remind myself how sweet a breeze can feel when you miss it.

I open my eyes and I look at the trees, the grass,  all the plants and I consciously try to see all the shades of green and inhale to detect if the lawn was freshly mown.

I don’t want to take any of it for granted, I want to be mindful of my gift of health.

Life is an incredible gift, and in a blink of an eye it can all change. Forget the phone and computer screens for an hour and sit on a bench along a channel, or listen outside for a bird’s song and be mindful of what you and I are given,.. by being alive.

On a bike ride I took this of a park, long shadows at end of the day

It changes my perspective, by being mindful. How about you?

I sat down today to write a post and this popped out. It is a sunny day here and I just had a bike ride for 45 minutes, I’m feeling appreciative of the privilege. I hope you had a great day, thanks for reading & for your ideas and/or comments.

Humorous thought – I remember the first time I saw a universal remote control – I thought to myself – Wow! This changes everything.