As of this morning, 16 pounds in less than two months. And, I had a Vietnamese fish hotpot with chili sauce on Friday and two-and-a-half slices of real, thin-crust, spinach-artichoke-roasted pepper pizza on Saturday. They were both really, really good.
Moderation, folks. Balance the really good stuff against high-bulk, low-calorie foods. I eat really tasty things, and still manage to lose weight. It can be done.
About a month ago, I realized two things. First, heavy physical exertion was resulting in entirely too much regret and recovery time. Second, even moderate activity was starting to seem like a chore – as if it was harder than it should be. So, I dragged out the old bathroom scale. What I found wasn’t really pretty – I was heavier than I’d ever been by about five pounds.
Ah, then. A diet, it seems, was called for.
I hate diets. I especially hate the diets with names, that prescribe exactly what one must eat and exactly when one must eat it. Besides, I cook not only for myself, but for my wife. Just because I needed to shed some extra tonnage was no reason to make her miserable in the process.
What to do, what to do?
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