I found this neat slide show on MSN.com about restaurant foods, and how to make them healthier by taking off all the good stuff, I mean, trimming the unhealthy things that are not good for you.
Check it out at:
http://health.msn.com/dietfitness/slideshow.aspx?cp-documentid=100164721&imageindex=17
First of all, I'd like to say, Go Michele, Go Michele, Go Michele. . .
Sorry about that. I got lost in my own hype.
For those who have been tuning in, I'd been stuck at 247 pounds for two weeks. Before that, I'd dropped a pound or two, but those pounds found their way back home - to my hips and other jiggly parts.
I was past frustrated. I kept wondered why my pounds wouldn't stay away, especially since I had practically given up fried food!
Ok, I didn't really give up all fried foods. I have a special, "weekend only" rule for fried food.
Anywho, I was mad that I wasn't losing, so I had to take stock of my eating habits, to try to figure out what was going on.
I figured out that I was drinking a number of calories a day in the form of soda, sweet teas, flavored drinks and milkshakes.
So, much to my chagrin, I cut most of those things out, as well as really limited my salt intake. I went back to the basics with my diet, and really, really paid attention to what I was eating. I also did not eat any fast food.
Now, all I have to do is keep this up. I think I saw such a drop because I probably lost some water weight, too. Remember, healthy weight loss is 1 to 2 pounds a week. That's my goal.
If only that could happen every week. I'd be a happy camper.
For those who care, FART the rubber glove was my pet rubber glove (See "Sloppy Joes and Good Memories" for first reference to my boy, FART).
I used to bring him to the dinner table with me, and he'd sing his fart song during dinner. Mostly, his warbling consisted of me squeezing the glove and helping it make fart noises. FART used to make us laugh so hard we'd shoot milk out of our noses during dinner.
I don't know whatever happened to FART. I think my parents took him, or banished him to bathroom cleaning.
FART was funny, though. I guess you just had to be there.
The legend of the Canty liver stand-off is a tale of four children who stood together against their parental oppressor and a plate of liver.
My mother (who obviously loves my father very much) cooked liver for my Dad about once a year. My father was the only person in our household, and we believe, on the planet, who likes liver.
Despite it being covered in tasty onions and brown gravy, the four of us were not buying what mom was selling. We knew there was liver was hiding underneath the gravy goodness.
We pushed the liver around the plate for more than an hour, and even cleaned the plate of all our vegetables. The liver stood alone, untouched.
My mom, who was nothing if not determined, made the four of us had to sit at the table until we finished our liver. Another hour went by. Then another.
One by one, we fell asleep at the dinner table.
We'd won that round, but liver would show up another evening, and the stand-off would begin anew.
From eDiets.com comes this healthy take on one of my favorite recipes from childhood, Sloppy Joes.
I can remember my mom (or dad - I'm from one of those modern families, where the dad cooks, too) making those messy sandwiches, and the four of us making a mess eating them.
Growing up, my family usually all sat down together for dinner. Between me, my brother and sisters cutting up at the dinner table, and my folks trying not to laugh at our outrageous behavior (the liver stand-off and FART the rubber glove), those were good times.
So, thanks, mom and dad, for insisting that we eat together, and for the good memories. Here's a tasty, healthier way to be sloppy.
Hi there. Welcome to "Weighing In," the blog about the dieting misadventures of one chubby woman who is trying to lose weight. To find out what's going on here, and why I'm blogging in the first place, start with this post:
http://www.yorkblog.com/weigh/2007/05/fat_people_nightmares.html
The next one is:
http://www.yorkblog.com/weigh/2007/05/post.html
Now that you're somewhat caught up, please enjoy the other posts. I post a healthy, new recipe on the blog every Sunday, and usually blog three to four times a week. Bookmark this site, and please "weigh in" with your questions, comments and suggestions on blog posts. (Yes, I know that was awful - I couldn't resist.)
Thanks for stopping by, and please come back to read more about my dieting (or at least to laugh at the weight chart that doesn't seem to be moving down).
Yes, I've already told you this. Apparently, though, blogging as a fat person is pretty common. Here's a LA TIMES story about what me and other fat bloggers are doing to humiliate ourselves, I mean, lose weight, with many, many people watching and "helping.".
For the record, though, I prefer "pleasantly plump" blogger, and I hate this headline.
Do you remember that unopened whoopie pie I was trying to hawk on my blog a few posts ago? If not, go to this post:
http://www.yorkblog.com/weigh/2007/06/a_dangerous_field_of_landminds.html
Ok, now that you're with me on this one, it's the chocolate cream-filled whoopie pie that has a whopping 530 calories and enough fat for two - count them - two days.
I found someone to eat it. I gave it to James (you'll learn more about him in the upcoming "Man Candy and The Gym" entry. Yes, ladies, there will be pictures of the Man Candy).
James, who works out all the time - I'm talking like two hours a day, five days a week (Yes, I think he's crazy too.) - loves sugar, and has a serious sweet tooth.
Before going with me to the gym Saturday for a training session, I offered him the whoopie pie to go with his really big cup of coffee. He was happy to have it, and explained to me that it packed enough fat for two days.
I did not, however, tell him about how I came into possession of said whoopie pie, or about my blog entry on it.
Knowing him, I don't think it would've mattered. James loves to workout, and loves sweets. I'm sure he worked that whoopie pie off in one of his marathon work out sessions this week. He doesn't appear to have an ounce of fat on his well-chiseled physique.
I hate him and his metabolism, too.
Following with the Sunday recipe tradition (which has helped me FINALLY learn how to spell recipe), I found this one for chocolate chip cookies.
According to McClathy Newspapers writer Kathy Manweiler, these lower-fat cookies have about 30 percent fewer calories and 36 percent less fat than the store-bought dough. These cookies and a cup of fat-free milk are a yummy snack with 240 calories and less than nine grams of fat, Manweiler wrote.
I'm not a fan of dark chocolate chips, so I'd use the Nestle Toll House semisweet chocolate morsels.
So, let's say you've discovered a fabulous blog about weight loss that you visit regularly, even if only to laugh at its author. Say this blog has updates several times a week, and a place for you to leave your thoughts, suggestions or comments.
What can you do to show how much you enjoy the blog?
Hmmm. . . .what to do. . .
The answer - post a comment.
This blog is an interactive forum on weight loss that welcomes your comments. Please comment on posts in the comments section at the end of the posts. Your comments may spark ideas for other blog entries, help me live without donuts or even improve the blog. I want to hear from you.
Tried a recipe posted here? Post a comment.
Have a better excuse for not going to the gym? Post a comment.
Have any encouraging stories about weight loss and dieting? Post a comment.
Suggestions for songs to add to a work out playlist? Post a comment.
Want to bash Paris Hilton? Post a comment.
You can also reach me at mcanty@ydr.com However, I'd like to read what you think about what you're reading on the blog. Please weigh in on the "Weighing In," blog.
(That was awful, I know. I couldn't resist.)
Again, thanks for stopping by. Leave your comments, and your plate of Healthy Hot Wings, here.
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If one of my cats ever get "lost," I hope one of you would have the heart to tell me where they ended up. You'd tell me, wouldn't you?
This poor, poor dog.
My sister, Gina, and I have made a pact that if we ever get too "pleasantly plump", whomever is smaller fattie would roll the larger fattie into the ocean so we can be with our fellow whales. We're both trying really hard on our diets, and we hope it doesn't get to that point.
However, we do have a plan if things get out of hand.
Thanks, Jackie for forwarding this funny, but inspirational photo. Say it with me - we will lose the weight. We will lose the weight!
The other night, I had to go get gas after I went to the gym (Yes, the gym and I are back on, again. Things are going well.).
I finally went to fill up because my car's gas indicator was past "E" and down at "There's no gas left -take your butt to the gas station," point. Also, I did not want to have to push my car in rush-hour traffic after running out of gas (this has happened before - it's a long story).
I like being able to pay for gas outside. It keeps me out of trouble. However, since my debit card is from the devil and its strip only works when it's in the mood, I had to go inside and pay.
This also meant I had to go through an area packed with some of the deadliest diet landmines known to fat people - the convenience store. It's a scary, scary trip.
The criminal justice system obviously doesn't know who Paris Hilton is.
What else could explain its complete disregard for her status as a rich, spoiled brat with no boundaries who lacks the common sense that God gave a turnip?
They've really got a lot of nerve, those criminal justice folks. I mean, who puts a pampered princess like that in a "normal" jail? She might have to rub elbows with the common folks - you know - the ones who actually have to serve their sentences in prison.
I know, I'm shocked and appalled by it, too.
However, it appears that America is not feeling Paris' pain.
No, I'm not pulling your leg. These were actually pretty darn tasty. In the good news department, there were no hot pepper incidents with this recipe.
This is another tasty meal from the "46 Healthy Soul Food Recipes" Cookbook from the American Heart and Stroke Associations. A 4-ounce serving only has about 220 calories, according to the cookbook and is low in sodium.
I have a few confessions to make:
I shot the sheriff. But I didn't shoot the deputy.
I know who killed Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac.
I talk to my cats. They don't answer.
I wear my iPod in the grocery store because I don't want to hear other people's children crying.
I'm still mad about the Grey's Anatomy season finale.
I watched "Flava of Love" (Flava Flav's VH-1 show).
I'm not a fan of peanut butter or bananas.
I miss eating donuts.
I had French fries twice last week. (Darn you, McDonald's, you foul temptress!)
I also did not make it to the gym last week - not one day.
I just wanted to take a minute to thank everyone for reading this blog. I'm glad you stopped by, and I hope you've enjoyed what you've read so far. Stay tuned for upcoming posts, including "Man Candy," "My first date with the personal trainer," "What are friends for?," and "Why am I doing this again?"
I've heard from many readers who tell me that they have also taken on the difficult task of losing weight. I commend ya'll for taking this big step and for making healthy changes in your lives.
Remember, this blog is an interactive forum, and I welcome your comments, questions and suggestions.
Please post and post often, or message me at mcanty@ydr.com. Check the blog regularly for new posts. It is updated three to four times a week.
Again, thanks for "Weighing In." I'm glad to know I'm not alone, and I appreciate your comments and all the supoort.
"Never Never Never Quit." - Winston Churchill
This one comes from the "46 Healthy Soul Food Recipes" Cookbook, which was produced with help from the American Heart and American Stroke Associations, to help "satisfy your love for soul food, without sacrificing your health," according to the back of the cookbook. The cookbook has many good recipes for healthy soul food, but this is my favorite.
Note to readers: Do not, I repeat, do not go overboard with the jalapenos if you do not like spicy foods. The longer this cooks, the spicer it gets.
On my first attempt at this recipe, I burned away my tongue and much of my throat and stomach by using WAAAAY too many jalapenos slices. However, it has healed nicely, and I can almost taste and digest food again. Also, my cats are also no longer in therapy to deal with the trauma from watching me run through our home screaming with flames shooting out of my mouth.
Seriously, though, be careful. Using more peppers than listed made this dish hot enough to bring tears to my eyes (and cause some serious heartburn).
Here's the healthy recipe (with the right amount of peppers):
This yearly search is almost as much fun as having an annual ob/gyn exam. No, wait, NOTHING is that much fun. Bring on the stirrups!
(For those who don't recognize it - that was sarcasm.)
Back to swimsuits:
So, my homey, Amanda, and I were talking about how much we hate this particular female outing. Men are lucky. They don't beat up their self-image this way. How many men do you know that go out bathing suit shopping with friends? None.
As teens, Amanda and I tormented ourselves with bathing suit shopping trips.These trips mostly consisted of a lot of pulling and tugging, looking ridiculous in a bathing suit wearing a bra and panties on and eventually, breaking down into tears.
For some reason, many of us still do this every year.
