D’you remember I said lasht night I wash having champagne tonight? Well I did and I just want you to know you’re my besht friend and I really really love you. You’re sho kind to read my blog, hic, I really appreciashte it.
Can’t write mush tonight as the bubbles have gone right to my head… nah, just kiddin’. I did drink my glass of champagne and, oh boy, am I glad I only bought one tiny teeny bottle – you can do that you know. Buy champagne in tiny bottles! Isn’t the 21st century jussht great!
I was hoping for a sugar high from it, or a high of some kind. Instead it slipped down delightfully and alls I wanted was another. And another. Fortunately that was impossible as I’d only bought the one. That’s the key to successful weight reduction – try not to have in the house anything you might gorge on. I do realise this is useless advice for anyone who has a family or has to cook for others. But it, kind of, works for me.
Breakfast over two meals
Today I had scrambled eggs with ham and tomatoes for breakfast, same as yesterday. Had it again today as I liked it so much and it’s a nice quick easy meal. For lunch I really couldn’t face another salad so had bacon, sausages, tomatoes and mushrooms. Sort of like the second half of a cooked breakfast for lunch. I cooked six sausages and ate two. Leaving me three for tomorrow. Sausages are so much nicer in the morning when alls you have to do is heat them up. And yes, I know two and three don’t make six. The other half snaffled the sixth sausage when he came in. (I only cook for him at weekends, a mercy of which I never grow tired).
Salmon, asparagus and strawberries
For my evening meal I had salmon with asparagus following by strawberries and creme fraiche. The champagne was a perfect accompaniment. Hard to feel in the least bit deprived eating like that. And strawberries and salmon in February! Delightful. The taste of summer.
Seven days a week makes
So it’s now been seven days on the Paleo diet and how’s it gone? Better than I thought. Still find it a bit of an effort to switch to eating this way. Requires a bit of a change of habit for me, not least cooking breakfast every morning. For years, centuries even, I’ve always gone for a high carb breakfast of some description. Whole grains and wholemeal and has anyone here ever had Staffordshire oatcakes? If not, you simply haven’t lived. They are divine.
I miss my carbs but not as much as I thought I would and I’ve only had ONE dream that I was eating illicit chocolate! When I gave up smoking years ago I kept dreaming I had a cigarette in my mouth and would wake up really disappointed that I’d gone back to them. Only to feel relieved I hadn’t well, my chocolate dream was a bit like that.
Onward to the next week.
Not sure I can face idea of NEVER eating any of these honeys ever again, nor only having one glass of champagne a week. One a day is more like it. On my birthday – which is next month but don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty advance warning – I always drink champagne for breakfast along with smoked salmon and scrambled eggs. That will fit perfectly on this diet so maybe I’ll last till the end of March! I’ll write again tomorrow. If you’ve been with me all this week, much thanks. Appreciate it. And if you’re trying to lose weight too, best of luck with it. Keep it going! I am now going to give my spellchecker a heart attack…
Wednesday February 6th.
D’you ever get bored while you’re eating?
May seem an odd question to ask but does eating ever get boring? I mean in the middle of a meal? D’you sometimes get about halfway through, look down at your plate and think, “I’m not sure I can be bothered carrying on!”
I sometimes think the reason diets work – and ALL diets will work if you stick to them – is because whatever plan you’re on, chances are you’re told to eat a lot of salads. And isn’t it boring? Oh no not another plate of leaves! Might as well go outside and chew some grass.
Now I’m rather lucky because I actually like salad. Always have. Ditto vegetables. May seem odd for one so fat to enjoy the things that you burn up more calories eating than you get calories from but there it is. But even I can get a bit tired of it. And then there’s all the preparation too. The planning, the shopping, the cooking/preparing and at the end of all that exhausting effort you’ve got to eat it too!
Eating with your eyes
Of course salads can be made to look very attractive and appealing. That all-important “eye appeal” matters. We eat with our eyes as well as our noses – even our ears for who can resist the sound of bacon sizzling or a roast chicken spitting in the oven? I just noticed today that it’s not only an effort to put together an appealing salad – it’s quite an effort to eat it too!
Perhaps it’s because my salads are, if I say so myself, pretty spectacular. None of your sad bit of lettuce, couple of cucumber slices and some disappointed tomatoes oh no! I slice up avocado, I gently tear basil and rocket leaves, I artistically arrange sweet gem lettuce leaves across the plate. I add chives – when I can find them! – mustard and cress seeds, pitted green olives, sometimes a little grated carrot and rounds of yellow and red peppers. Then I slowly drizzle some Balsamic vinegar, Extra Virgin Olive Oil and dijon mustard dressing over it. Oh and then I add some chicken, salmon, ham or cottage cheese depending on what protein I’m having. I occasionally slice a small Clementine into tiny pieces and throw that over it too.
It’s fab but I fear I am making a rod for my own back! After making my lunch today I felt I needed a lie down from the exertion before I could attempt to eat it. Today’s salad had salmon cooked in chilli and coriander. Tonight’s was chicken.
I fell asleep in the late afternoon though I think the three trips out the house today on various errands – including shopping – may have had more to do with it than the exhaustion of cooking a salad.
A glass of champagne
Are there three lovelier words in the English language than glass of champagne? Apart from bottle of champagne? Though I think glass sounds nicer. Glass sounds ready to drink. Glass conjures up an image of a tall, thin, champagne flute filled with pale lemon sparkling liquid and bubbles rising up to the top and bursting into life on the surface.
Each week I am allowed a glass of champagne as a treat and I’ve decided to take that treat tomorrow night as it’ll be the end of my first week. So seems a fitting time to have it. I suspect that even though it has to be dry champagne – and really, is there any other worth drinking? – the sugar is what I am going to get the greatest hit from, not the alcohol. But I have a baby bottle chilling nicely in the ‘fridge and I’m really looking forward to it. I’m going to make it last all night; well, maybe won’t manage that but for as long as I can. Champagne. Now there’s something that could never get boring!
Tune in tomorrow for the musings of a diet blogger high on sugar for the first time in a week!