Ham daiquiri!

November 17, 2009

Alie and Georgia kept their word. My word? Ewww!

Enjoy as these pretty ladies present “a violent storm of pig meat and fruit!”

via Eat Me Daily

Deep-fried but still alive

November 17, 2009

Let’s see…this poor fish has apparently been deep-fried. Alive. And is now still alive. Only now with a deep-fried crust. The video is pretty graphic, especially towards the end when the diners who have ordered up this hyper-fresh morsel of seafood begin eating–in spite of the obvious still-living state of this fish. Guácala.

via Eat Me Daily

I had forgotten they grew this way until I ran across this impressive stalk of stately green goodness for the bargain price of $2.99 at Trader Joe’s!

Brussels Sprouts

There are so many ways to prepare brussels sprouts, but one of my favorites is also one of the easiest, and a great “starter” recipe for those folks who aren’t so convinced they will enjoy this particular vegetable adventure. (My dear F was certain I would be eating them all myself, but after he tried one, we ended up fighting over who would get the last few!)

After removing the little guys from the stalk (I just snapped them right off), just rinse, slice a bit off the bottom of each and remove a tough outside leaf or two. Then add several cloves of garlic (peeled or not, your choice), toss the whole mess with some olive oil, kosher salt, and black pepper and roast uncovered in a 425-degree oven for about 45 minutes until cooked. While these are in the oven, you can petition the powers that be that at least half the sprouts end up well-charred – the blackened leaves are hands-down THE tastiest part!

In all seriousness

November 10, 2009

I saw an article in the paper recently about the “Fat Gap” – a phenomenon in which an overweight person who is pretty much surrounded only by other overweight people, develops a skewed perception of his or her true size.

In a recent survey of more than 2,200 people, less than 1 in 10 people believe their extra pounds are enough to classify them as “obese,” when in reality, 1 in 4 of the same people actually were clinically obese.

I was very surprised to read this. I had this very experience many years ago, but I had always figured it was just me. I was living in Houston, where there is scarcely more to do than restaurant-hop during the 100-degree, 99%-humidity summers. And, the food!! Incredibly cheesy TexMex, pungent barbecue, tacos de lengua, well-seasoned slabs of steak, and all the local microbrews you could drink. It seemed like heaven at the time!

But we all fool ourselves. Everyone in Houston was fat.

I was, too, but I didn’t realize it…I justified being “average” since when I looked around me, I saw that I was still among the skinniest in my group of friends, of the women in my family, of my co-workers… Surely I couldn’t have been that fat!

Nonetheless, current guidelines indicate that not only was I overwight, but I was pushing the border of clinically obese. At 5’3” and 168 pounds (at my heaviest), my BMI came in at a solid 29.8. For the record, a BMI of 30.0 or higher is officially classified as “obese.”

In my case, I realized my “true” size after seeing a candid photo of myself someone had shot. It wasn’t even a memorable or particular horrific picture, I just suddenly saw myself and said “Wow. When did I get so big?”

With the support of F and WeightWatchers and a lot of hard work, I dropped down to 126 pounds and maintained for a long time at a healthy size 6. After that, I got sloppy—we had a year’s worth of houseguests and multiple social invitations, we became food and drink snobs, and just overindulged in general. Last February, F and I decided we’d had it with being heavier than we needed to be, and we began to take better care of ourselves in earnest.

Overall, we’ve done pretty well. His efforts include almost daily bouts on the treadmill and on a weight bench. I’ve been slower to adopt such vigorous daily exercise but have made great strides in this direction, especially lately.
In any case, I am improving consistently, but my weight remains a constant struggle.

I guess the point of all that was that, in retrospect, I would have rather someone shook me by the shoulders and said, “What are you doing? You are too heavy and you are going to have a ton of health problems and difficulties if you don’t start losing weight now! It just gets harder as you get older!” No one did this, and in the moment, I’m not honestly sure how I would have taken it.

Currently, someone I know and love—I’ll call her Ms.J—has put on about 35+ pounds or so. She is brilliant and beautiful, and has had a rude shock meeting her fourth decade on the planet as a 30-something, that mythical age when everything on our body suddenly begins to fall apart.

This young woman is aware she has gained weight. Her significant other is also aware, and has reportedly given her a really hard time about it, even restricting her purchase of new clothes at times to ensure that she doesn’t “feel too comfortable” in her new size and just throw in the towel to become a terminal fat person. Regardless of whether or not this is fair or nice, here is my dilemma:

My dear Ms. J has gained at least 3 dress sizes, and at 5’2” or so, weighs about 155 pounds, a firm “overweight” on the BMI scale. And this is not far at all from my current personal height and weight status, in spite of my ongoing efforts to the contrary, so believe me when I say I am not judging her for her lapse or her sedentary lifestyle or the size she has grown into. I AM concerned, however, that she constantly “justifies” her size, saying, “Yeah, I think I look better…I was really wayyy too thin before, it’s better for me to have a bit more weight on, I look much better…”

The truth of the matter is that she *doesn’t* look any better. In fact, she looks much worse. She looks older. She looks more tired. She looks, as F so delicately put it, “como un camionero.” I found a forum or two in which this phenomenon was mentioned (here, for example), but not much else.

I’ll probably be crucified by the F.A.s out there for publishing the above sentence, but it’s unfortunately true. Nonetheless, her looks are not at all my principal concern. My dear Ms. J. had a spinal fusion of some kind a few years ago. Before her surgery, she maintained a “normal” weight, and had major nerve impingement issues as a result of her condition. Now, she is 30 pounds heavier than she was at the time of the surgery, and is having relapse-type symptoms. Major problems.

She has been back to see her team of doctors, and they have advised her to lose the extra weight to keep the strain off her lower back. They have also told her that this is a grand part of the reason she is having more issues with more of her disks bulging, and that they will not consider surgery for her again until she reaches a point where her quality of life has diminished so profoundly that she becomes virtually suicidal. Ms. J insists, “I look sooo much better now, I was like a skeleton before…”

My dilemma: Should I lovingly point out to her that she is, indeed, too heavy? That her determination of how suddenly hot she is based on the addition of the added weight is a farce? Or should I just let her continue to barrel down the road to future back surgery and other major health problems, enjoying fast food fried chicken and too much gravy? Could she actually believe that she is smokin’ the way she is? Or is it just a cover-up that conveniently lets her off the hook for the “hard work” that accompanies weight loss and taking control of one’s eating habits?

What is the best decision to make? Let her dig her own proverbial grave to reduced quality of life, or step up and talk with her about her choices and her possibilities?

I was crying by the time I got to the end of this video…OMG!!!

Whoa. This is just horrific – Nearly 7,000 calories? For a nutritionally-empty macaroni salad? I grew up in redneck-ville, and I don’t believe I’ve ever eaten a salad that contained a can of sweetened condensed milk.

I have to say that Wanda seems sweet and she looks like one of our cousins…I kind of want to hug her in spite of her dietary disaster!

(And I do mean disaster – estimating a high 10 grams of fiber, there are 165 WW points in that bowl!!)


September 17, 2009

Not too disastrous yesterday – I had a normal day, then made a lemon cake for Fernando’s art class folks, put together snacks for them, went to yoga class with my friend, went out for coffee with her after that, came home where the art party was still going on, had a couple of glasses of wine and nibbles with them, and voila.

Tonight we are meeting some of Fernando’s art class buddies for a Korean food extravaganza. Exciting, since I’ve never tried Korean food, but a little nervous about overdoing it…

Total Food POINTS values used Wednesday – 28.5 (of 20)

Activity POINTS values earned – 3

Total Weekly Points remaining – 23

Total Weekly Activity Points – 8


Beans and rice – 4

Mini 3Musk Bar – 1

Subtotal – 5


Homemade crackers – 4

Olive oil, 1 tbsp – 3.5

Tomatoes, fresh, 2 cups – 1

Cake – 2

Subtotal – 10.5


Dried blueberries, 1 tbsp – .5

Sliced almonds, 1 tbsp – 1

Nonfat plain yogurt, ½ cup – 1

Nonfat rooibos latte – 2

½ oz cheese – 1

Rice crackers – 1

Grapes – 1

Wine, 2 glasses – 3.5

Cake – 2

Subtotal – 13


75 minutes hatha yoga – +3

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