I can already tell that Banana Island is starting to give way to Rawsome Summer. It is happening slowly. Hardly noticeable. Kind of funny. Each day I become a little less opposed to adding additional raw fruits and salad items. Because, ya know what? Bananas have started to become a bit boring. But they are serving the purpose the island was intended to serve for me. It has totally removed food thoughts from my head. And that is so freeing.
I have my golden milk and kefir first thing in the morning, I make a smoothie for the rest of the morning. I have nice cream eventually later in the day. But a salad sneaked in yesterday as the need to chew was strong. Today, mangoes were on sale and I stocked up. I have a watermelon calling my name! And a cantaloupe. And grapes.
I plan to remain a bit banana heavy even when the transfer from Banana Island is officially made on Monday, so I have to laugh when I try to differentiate between the two at this point. I want to keep this nonchalance about food. I want to keep this determination to be raw. I have averaged a rawness of 95% on any given day since Banana Island began.
I believe my favorite way to eat bananas has become bananas chips. I have never liked the store-bought dried bananas, but homemade dehydrated bananas are absolutely wonderful! I have been filling all four trays of my dehydrator every day.
If you want your banana chips to stay raw, all their nutrients intact, you have to dehydrate in a machine that has a thermostat. Excalibur Dehydrators have that feature. They come in many sizes, but I just have the smallest four drawer model. Living foods cannot be heated above 110 degrees or they begin to die. I set my dehydrator at 109 degrees.
Minimalist game update: did significant cleaning out today! Completed days 23 and 24, mostly from the kitchen; a little from two under-bed storage bins I had forgotten about until I needed to get out summer pajamas.
So what is left? I live in a very small house. Less than 900 square feet. I consider it my third step down toward tiny house living. I moved to this area and started in an absolutely HUMUNGOUS house because I could not find anything else. A couple years later, I moved into a house about half that size. 4 years later, I moved here. Every time I moved, I shed so much stuff. God has been teaching me to not value stuff very much. So, left? Bathroom storage, hall closet, laundry room and garage. The garage contains a LOT of unneeded stuff. That will feel good.
I had the habit to shop. It is a habit I am breaking. And unlike my eating bad habits, I have pretty much conquered it. The last time I played the Minimalist Game I purposely kept some things with the idea that if I had not used it in a year or so, it was time to shed it. I have two areas that catch me up still: books and journals. I would like to not buy anymore books until I finish reading everything I have that is unread. Then I can get rid of the newly read books that aren’t keepers and replace them. I never buy fiction books, by the way. Those are library items, and honestly, I rarely have time. I do keep a library-rented fiction book going on the DVD player in my car at all times.
Journals. I do not ever have to purchase another journal. That is how many I have. Enough said.
Next post, I want to mull over the shopping ban. When it officially begins, game plan, rules, etc.
So, not a lot of food pics. I wish I was that creative. Lately I have been using the phrase/concept very often: What am I moving toward? Who do I want me to be? I want me to be involved in a slow-paced enough life that doing things like staging food for pics will be a pleasure. Right now it is not.
Have a great end of your Hump Day!!