The multi-collections collector has been systematically dismantled over the past several years, and that not only continues, but has escalated. I used to collect all things Mary Engelbreit, as well as Victoriana, anything to do with The Phantom of the Opera, and the original Phantom, Michael Crawford (I was a member of his fan club!), theatre masks, costumes and props, dishware, candles, fabric, books, CDs, Christmas decor, and more.
What does it all mean?
I haven’t a clue, but I’m contemplating that question.
Just this week, I decided to order a package each of Oh My Gosh…Yum, LLC’s two flavors of NoBull Burger.
The flavors are Original, and Savory Mushroom and Roasted Garlic. I tried one of each last night. The Original was 3 PointsPlus, and the Savory Mushroom and Roasted Garlic was 4 PointsPlus.
They were fantastic. Both were super moist, flavorful, and satisfying. To cook them, I sprayed a skillet with EVOO, seared the burgers on either side, put the lid on the pan, turned the flame off, and let them warm through. Easy! I had them with a simple salad of crisp Romaine, and rough-chopped white mushrooms, dressed with two tablespoons of Wish-Bone Italian dressing (2 PointsPlus).
The reason for the “quasi” above is, I’m still eating eggs for breakfast every morning, sandwiched on an English muffin, with a piece of Pepper Jack cheese, and a slice of Canadian bacon. I don’t see myself giving up eggs. The cheese? The jury is still out on that one, because I love cheese. The Canadian bacon? I could easily let that go, and apply the 1 PointsPlus somewhere else.
The bottom line is, I’m feeling good (and good about) not consuming all the meat I used to love and crave. I don’t miss it, and as long as I’m getting what I need nutrition-wise, I’m going to continue eating this way.
A couple weeks ago, I was sitting in my livingroom with Ya-Ya Deb-Deb for a few moments, and I noticed myself tightening up and shrinking inward. Even after getting rid of several items in that room, I felt as though the walls were closing in on me, and all I wanted to do was empty the room of the items merely taking up space. I’ve been systematically doing that ever since, and other rooms are getting the same treatment.
If I allow myself to think about it too much, I can become very disturbed over all the things I accumulated over the years. Many of those things represent a time in my life when I felt a need for those physical anchors. It was as though they proved, or otherwise represented, my existence, which is … Well, it’s utterly ridiculous, to be frank.
My goal is to continue paring and purging until I have only what I need, and a scant few items I want (like artwork), left. I have a self-imposed deadline of June 1 to be done. I’d better get back to it.
What are your thoughts on vegetarianism and minimalism?