I really wanted to avoid doing a new years post. To me, the end/beginning of a year has little meaning except I have to remember to increment writing the date by one. Besides, the big mile post, at least the one pertinent to this blog, is April 5. That’s when I made the decision to stop killing myself with food. That’s almost three months from now and I have about 32 pounds left to lose if I want to brag about how I lost 100 pounds in a year.
The winter months have been lazy. I’ve stopped exercising in favor of morning coffee and reading. November’s “National Novel Writing Month” threw me back into my Java-junkie mode and I’ve not been able to pull away from it. My weight-loss chart reflects this – while it’s still going down (and that’s all that matters, really), it’s been leveling out. But I figure, it could be worse during the holidays. I could go on a sugar rage-fueled rampage and shove all sorts of candy and carbs into my pie-hole. But other than the coffee, I’ve been pretty okay with my habits.
Christmas was really easy to deal with. There was turkey and ham, and lots of vegetable dishes at my family’s gathering. My mother’s birthday is on Christmas, and my birthday is the day after. So the family celebrates both on Christmas. I didn’t have a piece of cake. Not because I was like, “Diet!” but because at this point, sugar is just too sweet for me. I usually gag at even artificial sweeteners. The sweetest thing I can tolerate now is an orange. My family understands all this now. I had already dropped several pants sizes and they, thankfully, recognize what I am doing actually works for me.
My wife, with my family pitching in, got me a kayak for my birthday. A twelve foot, red kayak. I’ve only been kayaking once before in my entire life, and I guess I couldn’t shut up about it then. The bummer is that I will have to wait until the spring until either we can afford a second kayak for her (for her birthday), or the nearby marina opens and has rental kayaks available. Until then, my present is sitting in the backyard putting out abandonment vibes to me. I could technically go kayaking now – the river behind my house is publicly open, but kayaking alone and freezing waters is poking a bit too much at death.
The day after Christmas, my birthday, I did allow myself to dive back into some old vices. I bought myself a bottle of GlenLivet 15 year Scotch and two decent cigars. I had turned forty, and I was feeling pretty lousy about it, so why not start have a few drinks throughout the miserable day? I did get through half the bottle and managed to smoke only one of the cigars (which brought back really GOOD teenage memories). I rarely get past buzzed when drinking as I hate getting drunk. My wife was worried she’d come home to me totally smashed – but I wasn’t. I was actually pretty sober at the start of the evening. I wouldn’t have another drink until New Years Eve, when I would break out for about three glasses of Jack Daniels (the Scotch gets saved for important matters). The booze will probably gather dust until next December.
My birthday dinner I did decide to splurge and break Diet-Henge. I wanted Pad Thai, and I got Pad Thai. We have a decent Thai take-out place near us. It was a sizable order of it, and I portioned myself out half and ate the other half the next day for lunch. After than I went back to low carb as easy as making some eggs and bacon. Here’s New Year Day breakfast, sweet potato sausage hash with eggs-in-bacon cups:
So there it is. I’m still losing weight. This year I’ll try to get back into the morning exercise habit. My diet is as easy to me now as breathing. 2014 will be the year that I will be at a weight I haven’t been since my mid-teens.
I kinda wish I could hibernate. Just find a cave and sleep until spring. Like a bear. Fortunately, I have a coffee maker.
NaNoWriMo is officially over. I came in at over fifty-two thousand words — yay, I won. I also came in at approximately forty pots of coffee for the month. That’s a pot of coffee a day, and about two a day on the weekends. My water intake was drastically reduced. My cognitive functions, while held aloft by a metric crap-load of caffeine, might have been better off with some h20. My novel, ironically, took place in a desert and I felt as dehydrated as my characters. Maybe that helped, who knows?
My diet had remained consistent throughout the month. My weight loss has continued, which I’m thankful. The only speed-bump I encountered was a low budget, which meant I had to cut out some meals and snacking.
I had Thanksgiving with the wife and in-laws. It was pretty traditional. I didn’t have to avoid many of the dishes made. Everyone understands what I eat and don’t eat now-a-days. I told everybody to go ahead and make what they wanted. I knew that I could at least have a plate of turkey. But there was mashed cauliflower and brussels sprouts with bacon that my wife made. I even partook in the green bean casserole. The only thing I really avoided was the cranberry jelly and biscuits and I only had a small spoonful of my father-in-law’s stuffing, just to be polite. I even enjoyed a small slice of pumpkin pie for desert. I figured, Thanksgiving is really the only holiday that is meant for feasting. If I bend my diet one day out of the year, is that so bad? If I can ace Halloween, then I can deal with some sides on turkey day.
Now I’m headed for the Christmas holidays. I think I can get through it. Candy like peppermint sticks and gingerbread don’t really appeal to me, so as long as there is ham and turkey, I’ll be fine. Heck, it might be time to re-introduce the ancient tradition of have a Christmas goose this year.
The one day I will have to take a break isn’t December 26th, it’s the day after — my 40th birthday. The only thing I’ve asked for from my wife is a bottle of good single malt scotch and a cigar. I think I’ve read somewhere that scotch is comparatively low-carb and cigar smoking was never a habit I could hop onto, but I can enjoy at least once a year. I intend to be fully debauched by noon on that day, and blogging and tweeting as much as I can, possibly channeling the raving drunken ghost of Christopher Hitchens.
I have about four more months until I hit my year-long mark. While I don’t think I’ll reach that golden deficit of a hundred pounds, I’m not really concerned, as long as the weight loss chart keeps sloping downwards. I’m sure I’ll reach that goal before 2015.
I actually broiled ribeye steak last night for the first time. It was juicier and more flavorful than my grilling methods. My wife made a delicious asparagus soup with a roasted red pepper garnish.
Mushroom, steak and swiss omelet. My breakfast this morning.
My wife and I celebrated our first anniversary by taking a week long trip to the Outer Banks, NC.
I was slightly concerned about keeping to my diet, since for a few days we’d be staying at my parents’ beach house. My father doesn’t quite understand my diet, and since he’s Cuban and cooks Cuban food, I felt like I’d be at mercy of black beans and rice and corn chips. But Cuban food also has incredible chicken and beef recipes. Along with salads, I had no problem sticking to my diet.
I had packed nuts, cheese sticks, and plenty of water for the road. This kept any hunger at bay and prevented me from snacking on junk throughout the trip.
The first night, our actual anniversary, we stopped at a Texas Roadhouse Steakhouse while traveling. We splurged on giant prime rib steaks.
The first two nights we stayed at the same beach front hotel we stayed at on our honeymoon, fortuitous that we even got the same room. The next morning we ate breakfast at the hotel’s quaint bistro. I had eggs and bacon.
The next night, my parents took us to a fancy restaurant, The Flying Fish Cafe and I ordered the herb crusted rack of lamb.
For breakfast and lunches, my father was kind enough to make bacon and eggs – or if we went out I ordered 3 eggs and bacon and/or sausage with black coffee.
The great thing about the beach, of course, is the seafood. And I had my fill of Alaskan crab legs at a decent seafood buffet called Jimmy’s Seafood Buffet.
As an anniversary gift, my wife gave me this garlic mincer and Emulsifier Salad Dressing Bottle. I’ve used both, and they’re pretty handy. The dressing bottle even has vinaigrette recipes written directly on the bottle.
It was a good vacation. Oh, we did other things, too, besides eating. We saw some wild beach horses and stuff.
Avocado tuna salad
- 1 can of Solid White Albacore Tuna
- 1/2 cup of Pico de Gallo
- 2-2 tsp of Mayo
- 1 avocado
- Salad Mix
- Italian spice mix
- Balsamic dressing