Tuesday, May 03, 2011
Wow what a day!
We had a very nice celebration today. And of course, as with any celebration there was food. Lots of food. Celebratory food. Hors d'œuvre food.
It went very well, a great event for all of us, made especially nice by having my mom, SWMBO and our 2 boys there.
But there was food. Lots of food. Celebratory food. Hors d'œuvre food.
I think I did alright, but as with any Hors d'œuvre meal, it's always tough to know exactly what the calorie count is, so I rounded up and it looks like I ended up pretty good for the day.
But then I had a wedge of cake. Celebratory cake. About 350 calories worth of cake. That put me over the top.
But it was a one of a kind kind of day....lots going on, very busy, but very nice.
No workout either though, so tomorrow is back on the hobby horse for a day of normalcy and exercise.
Good night Spark friends.
Sunday, May 01, 2011
Well #1 son made it home all well and my mom is now a happy camper with kids and grandkids all around her, working her snack magic on everyone. She actually packed chocolate covered raisins and almonds in her bag so she could hand them out here. She found some weird dried fruit and nut hash (kind of like a Turkish Delight with hints of carrot and pistachios) that she is pushing on us saying, "it's made of fruit, it's good for you...carrots are good for your eyes" Forget that they mix it up in vats of sugar steeped in coconut oil.
Ahhhh mothers, God bless her for good, if mis-guided, intent.
SWMBO and I are taking charge of the menu, tonight; tuna steaks on the grill with some gulf shrimp, sauteed cabbage & leeks with lemongrass & ginger, and a big bowl of salad. Mom insists on bread with every meal, so we bought her a baguette that she can tear into, and I'll stifle her cries of, "am I supposed to eat all this bread by myself? Have some, please" (pushes bread bowl under your nose)
SWMBO took her out for a girl's day mani-pedi combo, so that kept her out of the kitchen most of the afternoon. Then SWMBO commandeered me into the kitchen to cut up the romaine and peel the shells off 1000 shrimp (OK, about 3 lbs worth). We had mom set the table, keeping her idle hands busy and away from providing food injects. But this is only day 1 of the war, 3 more weeks to go. She's already got plans to make her famous rice pudding (a childhood favorite, but sickly sweet I tell you), keeps bugging SWMBO to take her to the grocery, and on, and on, and on.
Post-dinner we have big chunks of pineapple and orange slices for everyone, and will tell her to save those chocolate-covered fat pills for when we have guests over (quick, must invite people over to eat up all her imported crap)
Vigilance...eternal vigilance is the price of fat-free liberty!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
OK, my busy time is now in acceleration mode!
Today my mom flies in. Before that, SWMBO is putting the final touches on her room (flowers, soaps, lotions, notions, etc). I need to get a haircut then get my bike over to the shop for a tune-up before I pick her up (next week, I ride!). I think dinner plans call for grilled salmon on the barbie tonight.
So my mom is a dear old lady (82), sweet as honey, nosy as only a mother can be, and gauges her success as a mother by how much she can get her family to eat at meals! This is going to be a fun 3 weeks, can't you tell?
Tomorrow, our older boy (23) gets in. Sounds like he broke up with his girlfriend (again) so he's coming in solo, avoiding the boyfriend/girlfriend bunking situation that has led to family drama in the past (I told him last month that with grandma in the house, he and GF would be Holiday Inning for their stay).
He's the body building, lean mean machine, that now, since he's always loved to give advice to dad (but never really liked taking it), tells me exactly what I need to be doing in my own weight lifting regimen. I counter with giving him loving advice back on life, love, career, history and a 1000 other subjects until he can't stand it and ceases telling me how to run my life
Nephew gets in Monday (my sister's kid, 35), as does a family friend of SWMBO. Monday night SWMBO and I have a farewell dinner party for some friends, Tuesday a family hoopla with the gang, Friday an early Mother's Day dinner (since older son departs on Saturday), a Mother's Day buffet brunch next Sunday, then I fly to San Antonio next Monday for a week. I'll need it to detox from this week's festivities.
Mom is in town through the 18th, then SWMBO and I are getting ready to pack up the house and move to our new place a few miles down the road around 23 May.
During all this I've got to keep working out (either that or I kill everyone around me, so that choice is clear), and I absolutely have to stay within calorie limits. The challenge here of course is.....Mom.
Like I said, she's a dear, but she is all about the food. She'll just walk into the living room at all times of the day handing out Scooby snacks, passes the serving plates for seconds at dinner like it was crack cocaine, bakes pastries and tarts, brings in chocolates and nuts after dinner....she's a maniac.
Luckily, she's flying from Boston down here to sunny Florida, so SWMBO has a plan to get her outdoors and walking around in the already warm and muggy panhandle (every year, since 1965, mom's ALWAYS complained about Boston's winters). Our hope is to keep her active and eating healthy....let's see how that works out.
Yeah, that's where I get it from....old school parents for whom eating was a social activity, where good food with friends and family was the highlight of the day, where weekend dinners lasted 2-3 hours around the table, where food preparation was an all day event, where butters and oil, fatty cuts of meat, chicken with skin intact, grilled to a crispy perfection was the epitome of a family good time.
That's how my brain is wired and that's how my comfort zone is associated with good (maybe just plentiful) food.
But Man is a learning creature, it's what separates us from the Apes, and we're all re-learning how to eat right. That means to not gorge till we're ready to explode, not graze all day so that we never, ever experience the slightest pang of hunger (note to self, must blog about hunger sometime), that good food can also be healthy, and that in this 21st century, we have such an abundance of food all around us, that we can view food as fuel, and don't have to store it up for the upcoming famine.
Let the family games begin!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Well it felt very nice to have a "normal" food day today...yesterday's burger blowout still makes my brain reel. But I stuck to my well-spaced meals throughout the day and had a nice dinner that kept me well within my calorie range for the day. Plus, I made a point of ducking out to the gym at lunchtime and had a good 40 minute cardio session mid-day.
As if to reward disciplined living, I got a nice package in the mail today; some shirts I had ordered a while back...they are very cool!
Now for the record, I really hate shopping for clothes....hence the mail order. SWMBO provided some much needed advice, counsel, guidance....critique ("no purples, no pinks!"), and took the proper measurements to make sure I didn't talk myself into a 14" collar.
Well they look great and I feel great in them! And what do they make me want to do next? Buy some new pants of course!
But I don't quite think I'm there yet. Yeah, I've lost weight, yeah, I'm slimming down, yeah, I'm adding muscle....but whereas shirts look better, pants are a different story. The ones I have definitely feel looser, but I'm not ready to take it down a size there yet....I'll just be back in the "these feel too tight" category....not a happy place.
The time is coming, I can tell, I'm about 7 lbs away from goal weight, but I'm thinking of shaking things up a little and actually shooting for a goal waist measurement instead. Not sure Sparkguy has configured the site that way, but I haven't dug into it yet either.
In any case, another nice NSV today with the shirts.
On a whole other front, this is going to be a wild & whacky weekend. SWMBO and I put the finishing touches on our guest house.....the family hordes descend on us this weekend!
More to follow....
Good night Spark friends.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Cheeseburgers are just plain evil...I think some sect in Ouagadougou view them as harbingers of doom that will precede the end of the human race.
Of course I had one today for lunch.
One Thousand Sixty calories! That's right 1060 calories of beef, cheese, and bun.
Oh it was good! And I knew what I was doing the minute I walked in the restaurant. I tried to look away on the menu, pretending to eye the salads on the right, but my hands kept turning the menu over to gawk at the burgers. Meanwhile, the penguins in my head kept squawking , "Go big or go home!"
So apparently today was "Administrative Professional's Day"....I didn't get the memo. The young guy in our front office asked what I had planned for our secretary today.
"Don't F#*@ with me today kid, what are you talking about?"
"It's Administrative Professional's Day....didn't you get some flowers or something?"
"Sheisse! Why the hell didn't you tell me about this yesterday God damn it! OK, find a place we can all go out to for lunch, I'm buying"
So he picks Ruby Tuesday, home of The Triple Prime Beef Cheddar Cheese Burger! I'm usually pretty good about this kind of thing, months of discipline on the road, with wise travel and restaurant choices. Maybe it was the sudden change to my routine (SWMBO had packed me a lunch, didn't plan on going out to eat mid-day), maybe it was the festive atmosphere ("Boss is buying lunch!"), or maybe it was just a craving for finely char-broiled meat with a tangy cheddar after-taste. Maybe it just doesn't matter.
Needless to say, it chowdered up my whole nutrition plan for the day. Even with a mini-dinner of only 350 calories, I'm 500 over for the day. (Luckily I barely ate any fries with the burger. Fries....yet another incarnation of evil!)
No need for alarm though. I worked out harder at the gym, and added in some extra cardio to make up for the 1060 calories of USDA Prime. It was good, I don't have to eat like that every day (been there already....that road takes you to sweatpantville), tomorrow I pick right back up with my regular routine.
But who the hell invented Administrative Professional's Day anyway?
Good night Spark Friends
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