Pretty good weekend, really. Restful, exactly what I needed. Slept in - twice, had lots of bacon at breakfast, snacked more than I should have, probably, finished with fire-laced green chile on cheese enchiladas, which was magnificent. Yesterday morning, I was down to 141.6 for some unfathomable reason; this morning, I'm at 143.0. Don't really understand that one, either.
Article in the paper this morning about two high school athletes who lost a bunch of weight by "exercising more, cutting out junk food, and reading labels." I'm sure that label-reading was the key; probably burned off loads of calories. I only read the picture captions and part of the intro; I just couldn't go any farther (that, and we were running pretty late this morning). Labels. The government is pushing to label everything; if they get their way, there won't be pictures in menus anymore (maybe no descriptions, either), just nutrition labels for every item on offer. Ugh. Have these dweebs failed to notice that there are no labels in nature? And yet, somehow, the wild animals - those noble, yet cranially-underendowed, creatures - they manage to stay slim, without reading a single label. Guess that's the nobility or something, right?
JUST. EAT. THE. EFFING. INGREDIENTS. In a natural state, or as close as you can get them. Avoid most things with nutrition labels. (I wish that were a good rule, but shoot - meat and milk and eggs are labeled, so it doesn't really work.) Lee and I were grocery shopping on Saturday, for parsley, lemons, olives, swiss cheese, and salami. And we realized that our shopping trips have become a bunch simpler since we changed how we eat. There are rafts of aisles we never venture down at all anymore. At Costco, we buy meat, laundry and paper goods, eggs, milk, dog treats, and bulk nuts, with occasional forays into the movies and books and clothing. Again, giant aisles we no longer bother with (always were, there - I don't think I've ever really spent time in the automotive area, or mattresses).
I'm a little worried about my dad, though. He's jumped on the bandwagon recently (sort of, anyway - they still eat some wheat, I know). Lost some weight - that's all good, although he's always been pretty lanky. Drove his total cholesterol down to 112, though - that's bad. I haven't noticed any mental degradation, but his doc still has him on a statin, for crying out loud. At this point, he needs to be inquiring about his inflammatory markers and getting off the dammed thing. And get his TC back up in the middle 100s somewhere, at least - maybe closer to 200. Maybe I can suggest Co-Q 10, at least.
Had a great dinner on Saturday - chicken thighs Provencal. Crock pot the thighs with a can of diced tomatoes, some cooked-together onions, garlic, tomato paste, oregano, and olive oil, and white wine. 6 hours later, you can barely pick them up whole, and you skim the fat, add some chopped up Nicoise (or Kalamata, in our case) olives and some parsley, and serve, with wedges of lemon to squeeze over the finished product (it improves it even further). Lee is planning to take the leftovers for lunch later in the week - but as a soup, he hopes. There was a lot of sauce left over.
Pork tenderloin tonight - Nature's fast food. They just don't come any easier.
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