Daily Food Diary – Day 75 of 365

Today,  I am celebrating 75 Days since I began recording and posting my Daily Food Diary.  75 DAYS and I am 75 hits and 0 misses. 👍

Today, I am also celebrating St. Patrick’s Day.   (Photo from my Jigsawscapes App.  My daily jigsaw obsession).

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you and yours,  especially to all of my Irish friends who are celebrating today!

Today, I am ALSO celebrating what would have been my Father’s 116th birthday!

My Dad & Son Dan

My Father passed away 32 years ago. That is inconceivable to me. For some reason, my Father and my Mother have been popping up in my dreams on a regular basis lately.  To me, there is nothing odd or upsetting about their appearances.  The dreams are not about them, they are just there, very normal, very natural, very familiar. 

I was fortunate to have parents who worked hard to provide a stable, secure home for my siblings and I.   I appreciate all that they both did for me, but to be honest, I was closer to my Father.  Yes, I was a Daddy’s girl.

My Dad was everything I strive to be –  kind, gentle, strong, happy, caring, determined,  dignified (and determined to respect the dignity of others). 

Last year, my sister Jeanne reminded me of something that I had forgotten about my Father.  Something that seems so timely with all of belittling, dehumanizing, and hateful treatment towards people nowadays – based on their color, religion, nationality, sexuality or whatever!

My Father had a Grade Two education – French education.  Despite this, he was a very intelligent man and accomplished in many ways.   I knew that his Mother struggled with serious health issues and that when my Father left school, he went to work to help his father provide for his siblings.  He sat in the basement of the general store, removing the eyes from potatoes, to keep them marketable. 

Over the years, I came to believe that Dad quit school because  his family needed his help at home taking care of little ones and bringing in what little money he could from his humble position at the general store.

What I forgot was that he was expelled from school. IN GRADE TWO! Why? Because his teachers, good Catholic Nuns that they were, decided that he was stupid and unteachable because he was left-handed and refused to change his wayward ways.   He was deemed unworthy of an education.

Amazingly, they did not break him.  He was who he was – caring, kind, strong, loving, respectful, patient, and more.  Most important to me … He was my Dad.

Food Diary – Day 75

Breakfast:

(1) c coffee (2) (.3)

(2) potato patties (240) (2)

(2) eggs (160) (14)

(3) slices bacon (135) (7.5)

(1/2) medium tomato (11) (.5)

Snacks:

(36) oz water

(1) c Cinnamon Tea

(1) PC Matrimonial Cake (139) (1)

(25) Lay’s Classic Potato Chips (160) (2)

Supper:

(1) Large bowl Baked Onion Soup – beef broth, caramelized onions,  (soda bread) croutons, shredded marble cheese (368) (19.5)

Total Calories: 1222

Total Protein: 48.3 grams

Daily protein goal: 46 to 58.5

That’s it for today. Take care and have a great day! 😊❤️

 

March 17th – St. Patrick’s Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

St. Patrick’s Day was always a big day in our home when I was growing up.  To be honest,  St. Patrick was not the only focus of our celebration.    On Match 17th, we  celebrated St. Patrick’s Day as well as my father’s birthday.

My father was born on March 17th, 1909.  He passed away on December 17th, 1993.  It is inconceivable that he has been physically gone for over thirty years.  To this day, I feel his presence in my life.  

Those we love don’t go away.  They walk beside us every day.  Unseen, unheard but always near.  –  Alex MacLean

My father was French.  His parents were French.   His ancestors were French.  His first language was French.  But, he always had a bit of that Irish leprechaun in him.  He   barely reached 5′ high, he had a quirky sense of humor, he had a twinkle in his eye, and no matter what… he always had a spring in his step.  

This morning, I received multiple videos from my daughter-in-law Amanda.  Some mischievous leprechaun ransacked their home last night leaving a trail of green books and toys and  treats that he had rummaged through.  There were also ‘gold’ coins that he had conveniently dropped for our five year old grandson Cason to discover.    It was hilarious to see Cason’s reaction as he discovered the chaos and heartwarming to know that the tradition of celebrating St. Patrick’s Day has returned to our family. ☘️

In honor of this Irish holiday and all those who are celebrating it today….

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

The rains fall soft upon your fields,

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Take care and have a great day! 💞☘️🌞