The last reason I drive Dangervan to take a walk is because of my current doughy stature or more to the point, growing up doughy. Great name, by the way, “Growing up Doughy”. I wish I had a use for it. Anyhow, when you grow up fat, you are constantly beset by people who “just love you and are worried about your health”. People you know, people you don’t, they are always coming up to you and telling you how you need to lose weight. How to live your life. According to their standards.
was a delightful week, food wise. My love affair with black market eggs continues. Fresh from the chickens butt, exceedingly poachable, no breakdown of albumin into that watery goo, and overall beautiful. They are a little on the expensive side, though, at $0.50 each, but so worth it. I should do an egg poaching video.
They’re very good at hiding these areas. They are all in the lowlands and it doesn’t take much moisture to turn them back into full fledged swamps again, which is nice because I get tons of wildlife to look out while out walking. Snakes, all manner of snakes, turtles, waterfowl, rabbits, armadillos, squirrels, can’t get away from those little bastards, lots of deer and even some bobcats.
Thanks to “The Stall”, I took more than a couple days off; the entire week actually. Here’s how it happened. I grabbed things and put them in my face hole. No. That’s not it. I was focused on “The Stall” and at my irritation with it showing up the way it did. Knowing it was coming was one thing, but it threw off my schedule and plan and that’s the sort of thing that just makes me crazy.
The thing is, when you're doing a low calorie diet, you don't have to give up on flavor as much as you'd think. There are plenty of things you can have on hand that lend a fair amount of flavor without going over the top on calories. And honestly, you'll probably burn more calories in the prep of these time saving flavor enhancers than you will consuming them.
I already feel like one of those ducks used for foie gras. Eating should be about pleasure or sustenance. I should be voluntary. Eating those tacos like I did just felt like “sin”. Excess for the sake of being excessive. Not to mention the cow that gave its face for me to have those tacos.
