Do you ever read the “possible side effects” warnings on your medicines? I do. I wonder sometimes why all of the meds I take all say “May cause possible weight gain”? Can’t Big Pharma make a drug that does what I need without possibly causing weight gain? 😀 😜
Serious though, I realized the other day that what I had purchased a bit over a year ago as a new belt that fit properly on the last hole now has to be fastened on the 5th hole to do the same job. The weight is coming off. Perhaps not as quickly as I might like, but it’s coming off. We’ll know in 5 years if it stayed off but for now it’s a good thing.
All of which brings my brain to a very different thought — not about losing weight but about maintaining it. Over my lifetime I’ve probably gained and lost my own weight a couple times over. And I’ve confessed in the past that I’m one of those people who has to ignore the sage advice to weigh yourself once a week. Over the years I have found that I do better if I check the scale every single morning. That can sometimes be a little discouraging but the price of staying healthy —for me — is constant diligence.
I have no idea how much the multiple meds I take influence my weight. Surely pharmaceuticals have my body in a very altered state; it’s something I think about once in a while when bloodwork comes back with cautions about either liver or kidney function but I try to do my part and live the healthiest life I can without becoming too dull or too much of a party pooper. I got to this point in life — it would be nice to be able to enjoy it a little. 😉 And I do.
But it is fascinating how little I can ingest and maintain my weight. For a guy who really enjoys eating that can be frustrating. I know some of that is because I’m not as active as once I was. And there’s that thing about our metabolism slowing down. Two strikes against the eater already! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I spend less time in the kitchen now (I’ve always been the cook in the household). I can’t say the food budget is any lower — costs go up faster than my metabolism slows down. And, of course, there is more to life than just eating — and I’m enjoying my retirement!
Still, habit can wreak havoc on good intentions. I have lots of recipes floating around in my head — ask the family — you rarely see a cookbook out on the counter — I’m a “free form chef” — any given food is never the same twice in a row, I like diversity and I like flavor. But the problem comes with recipe measurements and portion size.
For years I used 2 cups of flour per recipe when I made pancakes (or biscuits). A while ago I had to cut back to 1 1/2 cups of flour. Now I’m pondering whether to make that 1 cup per batch. It’s hard to remember to cut back. I get in there and measuring cups start flying around and whisks and bowls and the next thing you know I’ve made too much. (We don’t have much bread around the house right now — still working on the weight loss and carbs kill me — but I do give in once a week and have pancakes or waffles — and you’ve heard me wax ridiculous about waffles and waffle makers).
In an era where people are super sizing everything I find it harder and harder to stay efficient. I may have mentioned that one thing I’d like to change about the house is to replace our coil burner electric stove. Those burners never stay level, and they are a nuisance to clean — I’d like to replace it in the next year or two with a flat surface range. In doing some window shopping I’ve come to realize that the urge to supersize has taken over in the kitchen too. Not only are burgers bigger so are the ovens we are meant to cook in. I’m seeing 30 inch ranges with 7.0+ cu ft of oven space. My 5 or 6 biscuits are gonna get lost in a sucker that big!
Years ago I had a wonderful 16 inch cast iron skillet. I used it a LOT. That bugger weighed a ton, but I almost gave up other cookware I liked it so much. Alas it’s gone and that’s good because Peggy got to the point that she could hardly lift it anymore (though cleaning the cast iron skillets has always been my job!!! Maybe because I wanted it done a certain way!!!) Nowadays I have a 6 inch heavy steel skillet — not cast iron –that I use as much as I used the old 16 incher. I can’t say I have banished fats from our kitchen — goodness knows I still love butter and cream — but I’ve pretty much given up ever cooking anything that is deep fat fried. Occasionally I’ll get a hankering for real southern fried chicken — and when I do I surrender and just to to Church’s or some other place that specializes in fried chicken and I feed my longings — then I’m good for a few weeks or months. My big exception to fried foods is seafood. Which exception exists because in too many places if you are hungry for seafood you’ll be hard pressed to find it in a restaurant in any other form. Deep frying is just too convenient for restaurants; and you may remember that my one major gripe while living on the Oregon Coast was that it had been almost impossible to find any restaurant offering grilled or baked fish — everything was fried!!!!! As a lifelong Wisconsinite — the land of the Friday AYCE fish fry — life without a fish fry of some sort just doesn’t seem right!
Of course here in S. Texas we have the benefit (lacking in Wisconsin) of a great deal of higher quality, fresher produce. We’re doing our best to take advantage of that. I think the one fingernail that I have which has been cracking lengthwise for years and years may finally be healing up because of the change in our diet. But we are enjoying the abundance of fresher ingredients.
Peggy noticed the other day another difference between here and groceries in other places we have traveled while RV’ing. We have not gotten out a tape measure to put this to the test — I suspect store owners might thing we are a bit weird and throw us out of their stores — but I really think that the freezer sections in local groceries are smaller. When we go to the checkout we see many fewer TV dinners and pre-packaged meals (as in frozen lasagna or such). What we do see is way more prime cuts of meat going out of the store in cryovacced bags.
Life is all about adjusting, it’s that un-scriptedness that you can’t do anything about — other than roll with the punches, change with the changes, and duck when the ball gets too close to your head! I hope you have a great day. I’ll be here again tomorrow. Thanks for stopping and why not check in again tomorrow.