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How do you recover from only one weigh-in over five weeks? You climb back on the horse and start again. Last week I ran a crazy hard 5K with some friends. I didn't think I would be as sore as I was but I ached after the race. What I was proud of the most was the type of aching. It wasn't exercise ache but injury ache.
When it comes to methods of cooking, baking has always scared the hell out of me. Throwing something in a frying pan or on a grill makes sense in my neanderthal brain. Meat + Fire = Good! Maybe toss some salt and pepper on that bad boy and then you're on your way. However, baking is too much like going to chemistry class to possibly be real. Only some sort of witch could mix together 17 different powdery substances with an egg and some water to create a delicious cake. I assume there had to be some blood of a newt or the hair off a dragon's ass in order to make baking a reality.
As a CPA in a local firm I spend way too many hours at the office between about February 15th and April 15th. Its busy season, even for those of us who don't spend all of our time preparing taxes. In my firm I'm the Director of Audit and Management Accounting. What does that mean in English? It means that I oversee engagements that aren't directly related to taxes. Then why do I have to work so many hours for busy season? Well, all of those accounting records for businesses have to get to a place where the tax department can prepare taxes and that is my job. The point is that I don't get to see the kid that much during those few months. That is why I created Daddy/Cece day.
For my birthday, Rizzo got me a great gift called The Writer's Toolbox. The toolbox includes lots of creative games and ideas to help writers develop different topics or ideas and to trigger the imagination to go in different places. I'm hoping to use the toolbox to write some different short stories to include as part of the blog and this is my first go at using the toolbox.
This week I want to share a few things with you that happened that don't really have anything to do with weight loss outside of the fact that at the end I'll provide the weekly weight update to keep me in check and the Bring It On! challenge.
You know it. I know it. ZZ Top knows it. Every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
In late December 2015, I started having bouts of dizziness. It wasn't terrible. From time to time my head would spin a bit. I just figured it was stress or being overtired so I brushed it off and went about my day. I didn't even pay attention to it until one morning while eating breakfast with Rizzo and Cece I stood up to take my empty bowl back to the kitchen and I staggered just the slightest bit. It was at that point that Rizzo forced me to get an appointment with my doctor.
Over the past weeks I have missed my weekly Weight Watchers check-in. Once was out of laziness and once was out of timing. During that three week period I have fallen a bit off the wagon. Not going crazy or anything. I had a few too many meals out at restaurants and maybe (did) have a few too many snacks at the office. So when I hopped on the scale at home on Tuesday morning I was crushed. According to that scale I had packed on 5 lbs since the last time I weighed in.
In past attempts to lose the gut this would be a tipping point. It would be a key moment to give up the ghost and to just start eating again and being lazy. I'd say to myself, "Self, why not just keep eating and being lazy? It's great! You get to eat whatever you want and relax all the time! It's outstanding!" Sage advice from a fat man.
Everyone is familiar with cooking with wine. A nice white wine sauce can go well over a lightly sautéed chicken and some al dente pasta. Most people know that cooking with liquor, especially in desserts, can make a tasty treat. Much lesser known is cooking with beer. Sure, you've had some beer cheese from the local bar or beer battered fish. These are great but beer can also be used to make some sophisticated dishes and not just "pub" food.
