Never get too high, never get too low. Trust the Process which has been developed and refined for nearly 45 years of weight loss followed by weight gain followed again with weight loss… The Truth Machine today displayed 177 and I am both pleased and relieved. I survived another Thanksgiving feast! Reading this you might think I’m compulsive about my weight. Guilty as charged. You get kind of obsessed with your weight when you never want to be 370 pounds again, ever. I am 70 inches tall. In high school I was the shortest (and heaviest) power forward on the hardwood. I had a decent shot but was better at rebounding because I took up so much space. I was also Captain of the tennis team but that’s a whole other story.
The roller coaster of shifting weights has been the story of my life. A constant struggle. A battle between the food within reach and my brain, one saying yes, the other saying well, here we go again. Part of the problem of losing a lot of weight is complacency. Knowing what works and what to do is not the same thing as doing that thing. I got lazy and allowed myself to balloon back up to 200-205. The Truth Machine had lost its policing effect. My brain started rationalizing, hey it’s a hell of a lot better than 370! Besides most people gain weight as they age…
I’m old enough now to remember what life was like before unsocial media. One (of the many) things I dislike about unsocial media are those dumb ass reminders in your online photo collections: One Year Ago Today…Two Years Ago This Week, etc. Well, at Thanksgiving this year for me, this unsocial media feature got a bit less unsavory.
“I saw a Memory on my photo timeline the other day. We were on the beach in Rhode Island and you looked heavier than you do now.”
“You mean fatter.”
“Not fatter, just heavier. You look really good now.”
And this ends the story of the best Thanksgiving ever observing Covid-19 pandemic guidelines while preparing turkey in a way you’ve never done before. Random Thoughts the Day After Thanksgiving 2020. The turkey turned out great and I got validation my weight loss efforts were working (again). The Mojo is back. I’ll be working on my book for a few hours today.
No. I just don’t eat as much animal proteins as I used to.
“So where do you get your protein from?”
Plant-Based Protein Chart
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Meet my Tiny Taste Tester. This post started as a Risotto recipe but somewhere I got off topic (I’ll return to risotto later). When The Boss learned this Tiny Human was coming to the house for a weekend visit she got quite excited. Then the orders began.
“Go to the store and buy some baby food.”
So I did just that. Little did we realize that this small person was not limited to the mush you buy in jars and pouches. We quickly began to realize our guest had worldly taste buds. OK…back to risotto. On most days I do a scan of what’s on hand and start thinking about what to make for dinner. When I gave The Boss a few options the other day her reply was:
“Risotto. You have never made risotto.”
I think I made risotto once but failed miserably. But when I made risotto this past week it turned out pretty good. When a cook makes something she has never made (or maybe just once and failed) and the dish turns out well you just can’t stop talking about it. And when the father of the Tiny Human heard the story he asked for risotto for dinner.
So I thought to myself, I can do this even if I’ve only made it once successfully.
Last night the crawler got to sample my vegetable risotto. We think she liked it because she asked for more. Today the small person sampled Ricotta Buttermilk Pancakes. When The Boss was eating her breakfast the Tiny Human crawled over and delivered her “more” sign, a small yet effective means of communication for the less vocally inclined.
Did I mention I can now make risotto? Tiny Taste Tester Approved.
How is it possible a grocery store on a SUNDAY has NO MUSHROOMS? The only plain white button mushrooms were the pre-sliced variety. They were brown and old. I guess I could have bought some of those fancy gourmet mushrooms for a gazillion dollars a pound. Or I could have stopped at another store for mushrooms. In the end I decided to just wing it.
So, no mushrooms. Dried shiitake? No, too Oriental for me. In the place of mushrooms I caramelized a medium sweet onion and also added some riced up cauliflower.
In about 20 minutes we’ll find out if the substitutions works.
A sizable number of people come into my practice and tell me that they feel better on a gluten-free diet, or they think that it is healthy. This is in line with most Americans who, when surveyed, feel that gluten-free is a healthier diet.
We have recent evidence to suggest, at least from a cardiovascular standpoint, that this is not the case. It is no healthier than a standard diet, and it may in fact be somewhat harmful for other reasons, including the removal of a lot of dietary fibers that you would otherwise consume and the reliance on things like rice and seafood-type products. There is evidence to suggest that the latter group of foods potentially has higher levels of heavy metals.
I’ve posted in the past about the gluten-free fad. Now we have a study from the Mayo Clinic.
To avoid any confusion this is MY Dad’s batter recipe. So if you’re a sibling it’s your Dad’s recipe. If you’re a child of mine (Guns & Roses…) this is your Grandfather’s batter on your Father’s side. If you’re my grandchild…
I’m learning more about my Box Project all the time. I’m not just capturing my own favorite recipes but also rediscovering family history too.
Rather than rewrite the recipe I simply posted a photo of the 3×5 index card. This prevents me from revising the recipe as I write. Because as I look at this recipe I can’t help but think beer not water and maybe heating up the oil before you start frying might be a good thing to do. Or the “half glass” measure? Trust me on this. I had to have asked Dad for the recipe then wrote it down verbatim.
I’ve not deep fried anything at home in decades. Not even sure anyone in the family besides my oldest grandchild would enjoy a piece of batter fried chicken. Well, maybe he would.
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