Yeah, yeah. I’ve been busy. School is drowning me.
Not giving in to pressure, I am still on the Vegetarian wagon with few missteps. Michael, god bless him, crawled on his face to me last week about his wife’s kick-ass pot roast and on Day 10, it was nearly all over. He got back on the wagon with me (I had pounded scallops like a starving woman) and we rode on together to day 15, today. I’ve hung underneath the wagon myself with a few bites of fish (had to do a raw clam shooter at school at gunpoint or I flunked for the day since I dislike raw oysters, then I had to do shrimp -vs- freshwater prawns, snow -vs- king crab comparisons, and taste a few crab cakes (okay, about six of them.). I’ve hung on to the wagon, but barely. I am firmly seat-belted in again, and honoring my pledge.
Sugars have been mostly under 100 in the mornings, but I notice that the later I sleep in, the higher my sugar will be.
Foods eaten of late:
Seitan Fajitas that did not suck
Nachos, no sour cream or meat
My first bean and cheese quesadilla (just a second ago)
One kick-ass roasted portabella, red pepper, chevre and pesto sammich from New Seasons
Handfuls of whatever veg we produce at school for dinner (Roasted asparagus last night)
Beet and orange salad
Mushroom and Butternut Squash Salad with Balsamic dressing
Spring rolls with tofu and peanut sauce
Eggplant and tofu in spicy Thai chili sauce
Halfway through, I thought I’d feel more Superhuman with all the lean proteins, picked apart, dessicated, filtered, tweezed and otherwise abused sources of nutrients in packages I have purchased. I feel the same, only less guilty. I refuse to weigh myself until the month is over, but I doubt much tonnage will melt away.
My time has been severly limited, so preparations have fallen away and I am now in the “blend the shit up, drink it and get back to work” phase of the challenge. Thank goodness for Patti’s strawberries, Cyto products, yogurt, silken tofu and Kitchen Aid. I’d be dead without them all, and damned hungry. I do notice that I am insanely grumbly in the gut after ponding a 32 ounce protein shake, and within an hour or two, I have to head for solid foods or it is very audible and embarrassing in public. Still, I ahve not jumped on pasta more than once, not gorged on spuds (only about a 1 cup portion at school if I have had to make them as a side dish for a plate, but not often), had french fries or other fattening foods. Dining out is not hard- The Raccoon Lodge has great Garden Burger combos with gobs of shit that disguise them pretty well, and what can you say about Nachos? Don’t knock them, its a complete protein if you have a little queso fresco on top instead of sour cream.
I’ve noticed that most people have aversions to healthy cuisines and vegetables from exposure to horrible cooking methods in the past. Taking the theory that less is more, a food grown in the dirt only needs washing to make it taste good. Raw foods are good in smal doses, but when veggies, grains and legumes are cooked carefully, lovingly, properly, and then seasoned to make them sing, its a whole other ballgame. Case in point- I’d never had a fresh garbanzo until last summer. Not only is it fun as hell to shuck them with your Honey on the porch in the afternoon, but gently steamed and tossed with a light vinaigrette, they taste amazingly NOTHING like the canned variety.
If I had time, I
