Dear Colon, I’m Sorry, Please Forgive Me
Over this last day and a half, let us draw the veil of discretion. It was Passover, okay? There was wheat, there was dairy, there was sugar. And I ate it. What can you do? Sometimes you just have to paddle with the current. Back on track tomorrow, I suppose. I don’t feel too bad about it, though; to be honest, I regret nothing. I have been so good for such a long time.
The only thing I regret is that I’m a mere 2 weeks into Liz Wolfe’s skintervention routine and I’m pretty sure the sugar won’t help with that situation. That whole skin thing is moving sort of slowly. The painful pimples behind my ears and down along my hairline have gone off. The ones on my chin have mostly drained off, but I have a couple brewing now; however, they aren’t the deeply cystic monsters I’ve gotten in the past. On the down side, I’ve noticed small pimples on my forehead, and that area was completely zit-free for months before I started Liz’s routine. So I’m not thrilled about that development at all. So… I dunno. We’ll just have to see how it goes.
It’s like Frank Frazetta took a shit all over this lobby.
I can’t even… This is just a fraction of the stuff in this lobby…
You guys… This hotel is hilarious.
Food on the go while I’m up in Philly.
My mom, anointing the turkey with sour cream before popping it in the oven at 10:30 this morning.
In The Bosom of My Family
We are here in the midwest, enjoying Thanksgiving delights. There has definitely been some non-optimal eating. But if even a Paleo Puritan like cookingcaveman can take a break sometimes, I suppose I can too. I haven’t done too badly. Although there were homemade mashed potatoes today. And they are now in my belly. Yep.
You know you’re in Wisconsin when the cheese hats appear.
Monday Morning Weigh In
Hmmm. Back up to 137.5. So that’s up, what, 3.5 lbs there. I feel sort of meh about the whole thing. I was good. I didn’t overeat nuts or nut butter. But there was a LOT of sweet potato. Maybe a bit too much carbs, huh? I know it’s water, though. I’m just less uptight about it.
So this week is Thanksgiving. I only have a few things to focus on this week.
- stay as Paleo as possible, with the exception of the long-anticipated pumpkin pie. Just because I eat the pie is no reason to fall completely off the wagon and roll about in the ditch.
- drink lots of tea
- do yoga or get some other exercise every day. Being away from home is no excuse and you know it.
I can’t decide if I want to weigh myself next Monday. Do I want to not weigh? Then there’s no pressure at all. But there’s also no data. I won’t know the truth. If I weigh, then I know what really happened. Opinions?
Oh, There’s the Zit
Remember the sugary salad dressing I ate at my sister-in-law’s this weekend? Well, here comes my reward. Yes, of course, it is the return of my favorite thing: a zit manifesting in the wall of my nostril. Right on the same side as my piercing for extra discomfort, thankyouverymuch.
GOD!! I knew it was going to happen and here it is. So annoying. But okay, whatever, I know it will pass soon. And overall I had a lovely time this weekend, so relaxing to have a wee slice of time away from the random responsibilities of a mother’s life.
Back from Nutty-Pants Town
Sorry for the ensuing Fitocracy spam. I didn’t have much internet access while at this Bar Mitzvah thing down in FL. But I worked out every day at least a bit, and I did so good staying Paleo. It wasn’t as good as it could have been since it turns out that my SIL is using a cookbook which puts sugar in every single recipe (I can’t imagine how she gained all that weight, can you?) but I did not even eat a bite of the extremely tempting challah. So I’m calling it a win.
For your entertainment, here is an actual sample recipe from my SIL’s cookbook.
Barbecue Brisket (serves up to 8)
5 lbs brisket
2 cans crushed tomatoes
16 oz sugar
That’s literally ALL the ingredients! It’s like candied meat. Good lord. Probably delicious but OH MY GOD.
Anyway, she’s a good cook and made a bunch of yummy salads (4 Tbs sugar in the dressing damn it) and chicken and whatnot. I did pretty well. Lots of very nice fresh fruit. I picked up some good recipes from her and my MIL too. I think I’ll be able to Paleo-fy them pretty well.
I’m fighting off a rare upper-throat sort of thing, so traveling was not an optimal thing for me. But it’s progressing realllllly slowly; I can sort of feel my body trying to heave it off. Now I’m home I can chug some of the bone broth in my fridge and blow that crap out, I hope.
At the Ft. Lauderdale airport coming home I got lucky and picked up some sort of meat kabab thing for lunch from this joint called Pasha’s. It was 4 ground-meat patties of differing sorts and a big wad of roasted veggies. Very tasty! And my seatmates were ridiculously envious. WIN.
And I know I’ve missed so many of you guys’ posts, and I can’t do anything about that, and I’m sorry.
And WOE IS ME the Amish man did not have any grass-pastured lard at the Farmers’ Market today! How will I get by without it for a whole week?!
Monday Morning Weigh-In
Welcome to shark week! The kids have no school today so I am back in bed. Result on the scale: no change at 134. Nice, considering how many restaurant meals I ate up in Philly.
At the Morris Arboretum in Philly. I bought the ridiculous hat in the gift shop because it was so sunny.
I’m such a food nerd. These, my friends, are the famed and elusive purple Okinawan sweet potato. I read about them on Mark’s Daily Apple and I’ve been searching for them for months now. My mom and dad patiently went into every single grocery in the Philly Chinatown with me looking for them. We had a great time looking at all the produce and my mom told me their names in Thai. Highlights include some squashes which were all called BUWAP and a sort of squash/melon thing called FUK. LOL! Upon saying this, my mom remarked that my dad can’t even look at it with a straight face. Can’t imagine why, mom. And there were lychees and dragonfruit and durians and immense jackfruit and whatever that little one is that looks like a lychee but with black, hairy tentacles on it and it all looked so good. Then there was one grocery where the whole meat section was just offal and weird trimmings. It was a whole wall of packets of tripe and snouts and trotters and UTERUS. Yep, pig uterus wrapped up in plastic on styrofoam. Pretty freaky even for a gnarly-bits eater like me! But I guess it’s all tasty once the grinder has done its job.
Well, at last we were heading back to the hotel when we saw a sign for one last grocery. It was a weird one, too; it was down a long set of stairs at the back of a second-hand tchochke shop. But once we got down there it was really huge. We didn’t see even a fraction of what they had. But they had the long-sought tubers! Hallelujah!
So I will stow these suckers in my cooler and haul them home to Maryland tomorrow and roast them up on Saturday. Can’t wait!
City of Brotherly Love
Aw yeah, chilling in Philly with my mom & dad and my kids. Dear husband had some kind of thing blow up at work so he couldn’t get away this time. We went to the Liberty Bell and did touristy stuff, and today we stopped into the American Jewish Museum to check out our homies, and then we had an epic meal of dim sum at Joy Tchin Lau in Chinatown. (That is what Jews do… eat Chinese food… everybody knows that. Just ask cookingcaveman if you don’t believe me. Now that I’m more of a Buddhist, well, that certainly does not mean I want LESS Chinese food.) I had those goofy little spare-rib chunks, and some sort of curried squid things, my fave tripe of course, plus eggplant stuffed with shrimp, and of course some deliciously garlicky Chinese broccoli. However I did succumb to some less-than-optimal eating when the turnip cake arrived. SORRY I’M NOT SORRY. It was delicious. Oh and there were some insanely tasty clams too. Ran out of room, had to say no to chicken feet and jellyfish, damn it.
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