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New goal: To be be 'easy', plus fun Blogger meetup weekend!


Sorry to disappoint those who thought I was going to start swinging or something crazy like that. 

*(Audible sigh of relief from Derek)*

As usual, I'm talking about food (what else?)  So, rather than easy-sleazy, I'm talking 'easy like a Sunday morning.'

For people who know me in real life on any given non-vacay day,  they know that 'easy' is not the word used to describe me in a restaurant.  "High maintenance" would probably be more appropriate.  I may be responsible for more restaurant-servers taking their own lives than anyone else on the planet.  In addition, I ingest at least a gallon a year of spit from the kitchen staff in response to all of my 'special requests'.  The one plus:  Think of all of the great antibody exposure I get!  

However, there is a dark side to all of this:  it's boring.  It makes me feel cheated.  It's unsatisfying.  It makes my dining companions squirm and sink deep down into their chairs.  Dare I say it's embarrassing?

If I hear myself utter any of the following phrases one more time I think I just might scream:
  • No butter/oil/cream
  • No gravies or sauces
  • If the chef must include gravies or sauces- please put them on the side where I can ignore them or simply fork-dip (roughly the same thing.)
  • No cheese, sour cream or other toppings that contain calories (or flavor).
  • No pasta
  • No rice
I know that the bullet points above seem like they could have jumped out at you from one of any of the popular health magazines:  Oxygen, Clean Eating, Shape, Fitness.  And they are good diet 'tricks' to keep calories as low as possible.  But I'm ready to turn that trick (!) and 'be easy' (!) instead.  Let me explain.

Rather than "no butter, oil, sauce, toppings, flavor", I am asking for EASY (aka 'light') "butter, oil, etc."  And if there is cheese or some other naughty food item, I ask for it 'easy' too...if I remember.   Sometimes I don't, and that's OK too.


I have found that when I had a small amount of some evil food in question, I am more satisfied than if I had lettuce leaves with a teaspoon of dressing and some fat-free protein.  The spreads, sauces or other previously off-limits items increase the enjoyment factor by about 10 or 100, depending.  Consequently, I get more satiated and am not in dire need of a dessert or snack so soon, if at all.  Sometimes I can go all afternoon and not get hungry again, which is all at once unknown and shocking to me.

Oh, I'm not fooled into thinking that this is all for free.  The caloric ramifications are still very real.  I'm just hoping that the calories will balance out by reducing extra cravings.  

Even though I've only been doing this for a few weeks, it seems to be successful as long as I really listen to what my body and soul want and not what my mind thinks my body wants.   You do realize that these forces are often diametrically opposed to one another, right?  So far my weight and calories are stable.  Whew.

If I continue to eat this way, I'd be happy to simply maintain my weight, as long as I can truly eat what I want like my friend Charlotte, and feel more normal.  I suppose that in some way, it comes down to how much suffering I'm willing to do for those last 'vanity pounds.'  On that subject, check out this old post about the last ten pounds- I love all of the thoughtful comments that readers took the time to leave.

Here's an example:  When I was on my way to Canada last week, an unforeseen delay forced me to search for dinner at Calgary Airport.  (As per usual, I had packed and consumed my lunch on the first plane).  At Jugo Juice, I did something unprecedented:  I ordered a grilled cheesy veggie flatbread rather than a protein-rich, cheeseless, plain flatbread.  It kept me full for hours - many more hours than I expected for a non-protein-heavy meal.  And it was nice to feel 'normal' for a change.

True, I still want to lose a few pounds that I gained on my recent vacay, but not at the expense of losing my mind.

The Jugo Juice Grilled Veggie Flatbread saved my bacon in Calgary
(Did you catch the fact that this is a recycled photo from January when it was freezing and people were wearing jackets?  Good job, astute readers!)

When I got back home, I continued my 'easy' experiment and this time I had a witness: The Supermodel otherwise known as the Idaho Blender Queen:  Allie from Pimp My Protein Shake

Allie!
We managed to eat our way around the Coachella desert.  Native Foods is a must-go for vegans and carnivores alike.  The flavors are so amazing, you won't miss the beef.  Promise!  Want to try seitan, tempeh, tofu and be guaranteed to actually like it?  They have other restaurants throughout Southern California.


Black is the new um, black.

Not surprisingly for those who know me, dinner was spent at the best restaurant in the Coachella Valley, bar none:  Johannes Restaurant .

**Note:  this is looking like a repeat of another weekend with another fabulous blogger, Tiffany of Carbzilla fame.**


Perusing the aisles at the best healthfood store in the world, Clark's Nutrition
To mix it up a bit, we managed a picnic atop Mt. San Jacinto...Poor Allie was ready to faint from low blood sugar by the time we broke out the grub.  Satiety note:  due to the cheese factor, even this smallish home-made grilled lavash sandwich filled me up quickly- Allie was shocked.

We need to eat NOWWWWW!

To burn off a few cals and have a blast at the same time, we hit up Gold's Gym for a killer Body Combat Class one day and Spin (Allie) and Step (me) then next day: 

We also managed to squeeze in an old-fashioned SnM massage courtesy of our favorite gay Korean masseuse, Chris.  Shockingly (and therefore hilariously), he turns out to have kids and a girlfriend.  Oops.  Guess the white sweat-band was not a fashion statement, but was actually for catching sweat - who knew?! 

Happy, relaxed, pummeled girls

Farewell Lunch at the incomparable King's Highway at the Ace Hotel, Palm Springs:


Charcuterie with a side of unphotographed Burrata mozzarella (here, we made up for the lack of animal products at Native Foods)

The Truffle Oil popcorn that I dream about, nightly
My Black Bean burger was so rich and filling that I could only manage to finish half, plus a few of these off-the-hook fries.  When ordering my fries, I say "burn 'em"

House-made black bean burger- the beans were literally falling out whole- BEAN BY BEAN.  Love it.


Random Kitty Cuddling photo
Since Allie left, I have been meeting other peeps for restaurant meals and have been employing my more moderate eating tactics, with continued success.  Thankfully the suicide rate in Los Angeles county has decreased dramatically.  But I wonder:  how will I continue to support my stellar immunity? 


Q:  How do you handle restaurant eating (or eating in general)?  Do you eat clean no matter what?  Do you let yourself eat the 'real deal' and call it good?  How do you stop from feeling deprived? 

Protein Soda Pancakes: The perfect snack

Sometimes I get hungry after dinner, but before bedtime.  I simply cannot... will not... go to bed hungry.  Been there.  Done that.  No more.  

I love all of the microwaved Protein Cakes that have become staples in many of our lives.  I love mine toasted.  However, yesterday I just felt like having a pancake.  Make that three.  I felt like having three pancakes.  These were basically Protein Cakes in a Pan.  It felt very indulgent, and yet it was a healthy protein bomb.  I was worried that they would be tough or chewy.  They were not.  Granted they weren't as fluffy as 'real' pancakes made with flour and therefore a bunch of carbs, but they were a good facsimile.

Here was the lineup: 

See Ellie on the right, spying the passing dog?

Ingredients

Thanks to the Daily Plate for calculating the stats for me:

Holy Amino Acid Panel, Batman! Look at all that protein! And for less than 80 calories total!

I think that the soda water is the star ingredient- it made the pancakes light and fluffy.  These are thin, so they tend to form bubbles as they cook.  Love that.  Reminds me of the Swedish Pancakes my Mom used to cook for us when we were kids.

Here are some snaps.  Forgive the dual lighting:  the pancakes were made and consumed last night (I had no idea that they would be any good.)  The ingredients were photographed today, when I just had to share with my peeps.

These are each about the size of an iPhone

If you want to add some fat, why not slather your favorite nut butter on top, or incorporate it into the batter? Or you could make a sauce out of the peanut flour that is now making appearances in Trader Joe's everywhere.  Just add water, or milk or brandy.  Just kidding on the brandy.  I think.  

I have been truly, madly, deeply in love with peanut flour for years... since waaaay back in the old pioneer days when the only kind that existed was PB2.  I know I'm not the only one.  Here's a post from a few months back about peanut flour.  My dear friend Allie from Pimp my Protein Shake kept my supplies stocked until I ran out this week, ironically when she was visiting me.  TJs to the rescue.

As a topping, I used Joseph's Pancake syrup which is very delicious, but it's made with maltitol.  Maltitol is a lower-calorie sugar-alcohol that does not agree with everyone's tummies.  It contains 35 calories per 1/4 cup and is by far the thickest 'fake' pancake syrup I have found to date.


Joseph's Pancake Syrup- consume with caution if your tummy is sensitive to maltitol
Q:  Do you tend to snack after dinner?  What are some of your favorite go-to snacks?  What is your favorite Protein Cake flavor?  Have these pancakes already made the rounds and I'm just blissfully unaware of it?


Reminders about living...courtesy of kitten Ellie

Apologies in advance for people with an aversion to cats (you know who you are) or photos of cats that might make you squeal like a little girl. This post is nothing more than the shameless exploitation of our new bundle of joy. And a cheap imitation of those sickeningly cute calendars and books from the 90s. Enjoy. Or grab a barf bag. Your choice.


Get plenty of rest

Share food with others

Assess your surroundings



Laugh like you mean it.



Respect your elders



Practice proper hygiene






Go for your check-ups



Work Your Core

Make new friends

Embrace technology

Eat a High-fiber diet



Stretch

Make your voice heard

If you love something, hold it close

Reach out and touch someone


Read a good book...

...Or just eat a good book

Assess the damage (and have a martini if necessary)

If you did something wrong, try to pin it on your big sister

Be willing to play with others...

....But don't be offended if they don't want to play back.


Always be ready for your closeup


Q: What have you learned from your pets or kids?


Wordless Wednesday: Pitter Patter of Little Feet

Ha!  I had you going for a minute, didn't I (Lara!)?!

Meet Samantha's new sister, Ellie.  It is short for älskling for all of you Swedes who are reading today. Translation:  Sweetheart or darling. (And yes, it rhymes.)


The kittens were to be euthanized the day our neighbor Kim saved them.  For months, Kim had been gently suggesting that Samantha must be so lonely without Charlotte "Oh and I have these adorable kittens here that need a home, ahem."  I already had seen the kittens and I knew that the-kitty-who-would-become-Ellie was more cuddly and human-friendly than the others in the litter, but we weren't ready to take her on.  I had just lost my Dad and we were about to set off on a trip.  It wasn't the right time.

Then we came back to find that all of the other kitties had been placed in homes.  She was the only one left without a home.  It was fate.  We went for it.

(Note:  so much for the Wordless part of Wordless Wednesday...oops, my bad)

Can you even stand it?  She's staring at Derek, asking "Will YOU be my Daddy?"  Melt.
So far there is harmony.  Soon we hope to be holding hands/paws and break into Cumbaya.  Then, we will do a rendition of Ebony and Ivory.  Oh, and for an encore,  we'll do 99-Bottles of Beer on The Wall:  we have a family road trip on Thursday:  eep, help?

Let's take a vote:   What is Samantha saying? 1) Welcome small friend!  2) Piss off, twerp.


If you want to see Samantha when she was a wee kitten (and me when I wasn't so little), click here for an old Flashback Friday.


Ellie:  12 weeks young

Get this: The sign was meant for Baby Eli (Not Ellie) ... a puppy;  and the girl working the front desk was named "Ellie!" Spooky!
Self Portrait at our first Vet visit at 12 weeks:  Clean bill of health after 10 weeks of every malady known to cats- YAY!
How I know she's really mine and not the Milk Lady's?  Out of 2000 square feet, she chose to nap here for the whole day. In the Sugarfree Syrup cabinet.  It's confirmed.  She's mine.

Momentous occasion:  First voluntary get-to-know-you sniff
 

She fell asleep on my arm until my arm fell asleep.

It's exhausting being me.


Q:  Do you have pets?  Cats, dogs, horses?  Derek & I have only ever had Samantha since she was 9 weeks old. (now 15 years young) and her Mom Charlotte.  Prior to that I only had dogs as a kid.  I never knew that cats were capable of being affectionate.  Honestly, who knew?
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