missmunchie

Overheard in the lunch room: Woman1: what are you eating for lunch? Woman2: Just some vegetables. Woman1: Oh, are you on that new diet your nutritionist recommended? Woman2: no, I just ... Wanted to eat vegetables. Woman1: *confused look* Really, if the woman was eating a plate of Mac and cheese or something there would be no question about it. But load a plate up with veggies and it's all, "what are you eating?!?"

I just can't do grass-fed or "happy" eggs. In downtown SF, food is just outrageous expensive. I can't do $8.99 for grass fed beef when conventional is $2.99. Someday when I'm rich and famous I'll be able to, but that is not today. I blew up our food budget when I started. Mostly on "fancy" cuts of meat like huge roasts. My advice is the more simple, the better. Now I stick to ground beef, chicken, and eggs for protein. Stock up on the frozen veggies. I do olive oil for most of my fats, maybe with some nuts or avocados here and there. I do splurge on coconut oil because I love it. It takes some trial and error, but you'll dial it in

Oh man, I love this string! More laughter, horror, and drama than the Oscars. I talked to one of my (obese) coworkers about what I was doing the other day, as he pulled out his "healthy" lunch of a box of Wheat Thins, flavored yogurt, and pretzels. It was so sad and ironic that he was telling me his "really healthy" roommate was pushing him to eat better and this was her approved food! And obviously she knows better because she's really skinny and works out 2+ hours a day. Back in college (before I knew what a whole food was!) a friend came over and made these sugar-bomb rum-spiked smoothies. I was asking her what she put in them and she kept saying, "don't worry about it, they're low fat!" I tried to explain that a 300-calorie sugar bomb does not a healthy snack make, but she just kept repeating "low fat" until I gave up and had some wine instead. My MIL at every family gathering: "Oh, you can have a little bit. Just one bite. It won't hurt anything ..." And I picture the overweight, sick, zombie sugar army staggering to the chorus of, "Join us ... join us ..."