Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Fecking Hell

I would really like to dive face first into bowl of macaroni and cheese right now.
Or an entire pan of actual brownies made with something other than coconut flour.
Or pie.
I know that my body is probably better off when I stick with grain free ... but my brain begs to differ and it's so fecking hard sometimes to not just say "screw it." It's especially hard when the smallish one isn't nearly as gung ho about it as he was at the beginning and just wants to eat whatever whenever (like the HoHos his dad bought for him Sunday or the Burger King on Monday). It also doesn't help that it's not doing a damn bit of good with the whole scale situation and at least when I let myself indulge in grainy goodness I knew that I'd have a good chance of "losing" just because of the excess time spent on the toilet.
Yeah. Possibly TMI. Whatever.
And maybe it wasn't necessarily the grains but a bug I didn't know about. I used to be able to eat whatever whenever. I could have just put 2 and 2 together and come up with 43, right?
Why isn't anything ever easy?

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Slop Thing

I neglected once again to bring food with me to work and I'm not willing to order in. Ordering in when trying to stay low carb and, most importantly for my innards, grain-free isn't easy anyway. Sure, I could do a salad ... but why would I spend that much money on a salad?!? I'd much rather just complain about not having food while downing copious amounts of coffee and tea. I may even splurge at some point and have a can of Diet Coke.

If I had thought to bring food to work it would, in all likelihood, have been in the form of Slop. Yes, that is the official unofficial name of the meal the smallish person and I tend to have most often. We've been trying out lots of coconut flour recipes with some success but when it comes right down to it even those make me just crave other grainy type foods so I find it best for my mental state to stick with things that don't even pretend to be something that they're not. And Slop doesn't pretend to be anything other than Slop.

Today's late-afternoon Slop (above) had ground beef, bacon bits, shredded cheddar cheese and Dinosaur Roasted Garlic Honey BBQ Sauce. I live in the land of the original Dinosaur BBQ so, really, the carbs shouldn't even count. Right? It's like eating dessert at church. That never counts, either. If it did count, though, I figure it's still pretty much on the low side of things with a total of 4 grams per serving this time around. We never actually follow a recipe, but out of curiosity I actually paid attention today and this is what I came up with:

The sauce stretches out if the beef doesn't get drained completely so, really, one could probably get away with 2 tablespoons if they absolutely wanted to. Or use something else. Or anything else. The joy of Slop is that it's really just a Tosser of a meal. Anything you want to toss into the pan goes. Sometimes we do salsa. Sometimes ranch dressing. Sometimes a tomato sauce. Sometimes an alfredo. Occasionally vegetables will get tossed in. Once in a while an extra meat finds its way in the pan (John's a big fan of chopping up pepperoni slices and tossing in with mozzarella instead of cheddar). It's always fast and easy and filling ... and always sloppy.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Once Upon A Time...

I had a blog that I gave a crap about that didn't necessarily revolve around books.
I had a "thing" on a regular basis. (It's like a plan, but with more greatness.)
I've wondered where that time disappeared to.
I tried. 
I really did. 
Sort of.
I even made a new blog thinking that it would be the answer to my woes.
Yet, here I am.
And this time I have every intention of sticking around.
There had to have been a reason I didn't delete the blog outright in the first place, right?