Weight Weight Just Love Me – Processing – Day 63
Michelle LaBrosse, CCPM, PMP, PMI-ACP, RYT
Canning tuna to get ready for the long Alaskan winter. Makes me appreciate my ample fat stores even more.
I know for the therapist types “processing” means something related to life with your mother. But for me it means processing food. And that is what I’m up to today. I scored two 25 pound whole tuna’s right before I left Alaska in September. Since I was leaving, and they were already frozen, I tossed them in my freezer to process when I came back up here. I’m also soaking rye berries and almonds. I’m going to be making almond milk and sprouted grain breads too. I was a little surprised that my post on being a “zealot” was the most read blog post of this series – maybe I’m striking a chord with all this “processing?”
I’m super excited to be making our own canned tuna. I made a lemon zest salt mixture and we’re packing them in pint jars. I’m wondering just what does all of this have to do with loving myself more? My dietitian introduced me to a fascinating idea several years ago I never thought much about – food insecurity. I guess this is a psychological issue in Alaska – enough so she got funded to study it on college students while at UAA. So maybe my food processing could also be related to the therapist style of processing related to my mother. My mother had this pantry closet filled to the gils with canned food – most of what my dietitian would call “safety” food – the type of food you would only eat if you were truly starving. The benefit of storing safety food like this is you will in fact not consume it when you are not starving so you do have store of supplies if this ever did become the present day reality. I’ve said for years, I enjoy my extra rolls of fat as I know I could survive an impending famine. This would give me sufficient time to figure out how to secure food. So, yeah I’m a lot better off just the way I am.
I’m hoping my canned tuna though comes out better than the canned safety food my mother had stored in her pantry. If not, y’all know what you will be getting for Christmas.
Kate’s comment: I would be so happy to get some of your canned tuna for Christmas – it’s delicious! It wouldn’t serve as my safety food, either. It wouldn’t last long enough in my cupboard to only eat when I ran out of other food (that’s what that old Rice-a-Roni is for, not your amazing canned tuna).
