Actually, Alan, you have made a contribution in that your questions have got me analyzing this thing. When my husband was alive I was so careful about what I cooked. I wanted him to have the best. He had been a type 1 diabetic for over 30 years, and in addition to the kidney transplant, he had two heart attacks, a hip replacement, and just one damn thing after another. He was older than I and old-school, so the cooking fell to me, but that’s okay, because I love to cook.
But now that he’s been gone for a long time, I ask myself, Why did I want the best for him, but I’m not making/eating the best for myself? For him, I was doing it for a loved one and it was a labor of love. But am I not my own loved one? No one is going to do that for me, so I need to do it for myself.
So cooking really healthy stuff is a way I can take care of myself, nurture myself, not only with the food itself, but with the care I take in shopping, meal planning, recipe hunting, and cooking. I didn’t want a WOE that requires calorie counting, weighing, and measuring. I’d rather you tell me I can’t have rice or bread than to tell me I can only have one slice or one half cup serving. With this WOE, you choose from the pool (as it were) of vegetables, and then eat as much as you want. (No potatoes, of course, as those make my blood sugar go through the roof.)
When I eat stuff that I know isn’t good for me, it’s not that I feel guilt (I don’t feel guilt about much of anything… I think I was born without the guilt gene), but I have tangible proof with my glucometer that I am damaging my body.
Rats. I’d like nothing better than to scarf down 6 Krispy Kremes. Alas, it is not to be. Even one KK will send my blood sugar way up over 200.
Anyhoo, I just finished making a yellow bell pepper-tomato-onion-blackeyed pea thing that I tossed with some vinegar and will let marinate in the fridge overnight and eat tomorrow cold on romaine.
A couple of years ago, I found this very cool kitchen gadget at Tuesday Morning (I do love me some kitchen gadgets) called “Soup-a-Chef.” It’s a blender that cooks. You put all the ingredients in it and plug it in and push the button and it blends, cooks, blends some more and makes soup. If you don’t want the ingredients pulverized, you need to add them separately. It’s perfect for this WOE. I just made some soup in it with cauliflower, leeks, carrots, garlic, and some other stuff. To make it creamy at the end, you add pulverized cashews or cashew butter. The soup needed some tweaking… it needed umami, so I added soy sauce. Sometimes, vegan dishes lack umami, that dark, rich, depth of taste that you get in a long-simmered beef stew.
For breakfast, one of Fuhrman’s recipes is to cut up a banana in a bowl, add some old-fashioned rolled oats, chopped walnuts, blueberries, currants, and enough pomegranate juice to seriously moisten the whole thing. Microwave for three minutes. Holy crap-- absolutely freakin’ delicious! (Not that it wouldn’t taste better with two giant scoops of BlueBell vanilla… but it’s pretty darned good the way it is.)
In conclusion, this is something doing for myself to feel better physically, emotionally, and just to feel cared for. Thank you for your questions!
P.S. I’ve also started buying fresh flowers for myself. 
P.P.S. One of the Fuhrman recipes I made yesterday called for a dressing that sounded like it would be awful, to wit: put about 1/4 cup of raisins in a blender with a half a cucumber (I used 1 1/2 of those miniature cucumbers) and add a splash of vinegar. I used pomegranate vinegar. Sounds yukky, right? It was heavenly! Sweet, bright, tangy-- everything you want in a dressing. Who’d a thunk it? Unfortunately, it was to be used on collards that tasted like old manila folders, but I do plan to make that dressing again. (There’s a reason people cook collards for 40 minutes with a ham hock.) (Speaking of blenders, I also have a Magic Bullet. Did I mention I like kitchen gadgets?
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