What a Beach of a South diet day!!
It started with breakfast. I was going to have oatmeal because I am tired of canadian bacon and eggs but then I realized I was having bread for lunch and noodles for dinner ~ having cereal for breakfast is way too much. I know me, I would gain 3 pounds.
So I sliced some garlic and browned it with some pine nuts, tossed in some spinach leaves until they wilted and then ate two poached eggs on top. Er.... I cook poached eggs with every bit as much talent as I cook over-medium eggs. I ended up with two egg yolks surrounded by a little white. All of the rest of the whites foamed up in the water. I added vinegar to the water too... and slid the eggs in one by one from a bowl.... whatever. How freaking hard is it to cook EGGS??? I am egg-challenged. Anyway, the breakfast was good, and I had a big glass of water. And a vitamin for dessert.
Morning snack was a low fat string cheese. I like those things.
But lunch.... ugh. I made cream cheese and cucumber and watercress sandwiches on multi-grain bread. I even cut the crusts off since I am not crazy about bread even when it's Wonder bread or other nasty stuff like that. I had to choke it down with lots of water and then I was still hungry. There is NO WAY I am going to gain more tonnage by eating something I didn't even like in the first place, so a second sandwich was out! I made a salad instead.
An hour later I was literally STARVING!! I ate a chocolate raspberry bar and felt a little sorry for myself.
I LOVE food. I LOVE to eat. To me, a happy life is filled with lots of good food. This food I am eating lately is not very good or fun. I want fun. (Well... the chocolate raspberry bars and chocolate covered soynuts are definitely fun!) But the black soybean tostadas (oh please! How could anyone call a whole wheat tortilla a "tostada"?) with goat cheese and the cucumber and cress sandwiches and hot tofu scramble and some of the other stuff is not making my taste buds scream "Whooopieee!"
During my pity party this afternoon I gave this whole SB thing a lot of thought. I am not quitting, so that wasn't the issue. I came to the most amazing conclusion.....
I asked myself - "If you could eat ANYTHING you wanted right this minute - what would you have? What do you miss?" And you know, I don't miss anything, really! I couldn't think of a single food I wanted to eat that I am not allowed to have.
IN FACT..... those chocolate cupcakes from yesterday were sitting on a dish on the counter all day long, and I wasn't tempted for one second.
Then really... I guess it's just a matter of wading through all kinds of recipes until I can come up with a nice collection that I DO like!
So, having survived this beach of a day, I came to dinner. On the menu was peanut chicken with noodles. The noodles are Soba noodles, which are made of wheat. See my thoughts on bread above, to find out my affinity for wheat.
Not to mention the problem with the natural peanut butter. The recipe calls for 1/3rd cup of it. So you chisel it out and cram in into a measuring cup.... then scrape it out into the bowl where it sits in a big mound of peanut... stuff. And the recipe says whisk it with the other ingredients. So I am whisking away in a frenzy so that I might somehow turn this gob of peanut butter sitting in rice vinegar and other oils into a smooth mixture when I suddenly realize - "HEY! This may very well count as my exercise today!!" At least my arms got a workout! And when my mood brightened up, the peanut butter smoothed out... and all was well.
I learned that one package of Soba noodles makes a whole lotta noodle!! Next time I will only cook a bit of the package.
And as for the dinner? It was GREAT!!! This recipe came from the Quick South Beach cookbook. I will definitely make it again! It was EASY too!
Drawback? As usual, Dr. A. THINKS his recipes feed four people, and that is definitely hilarious. I barely have enough left over for lunch tomorrow.
I was going to abstain, but the dark chocolate covered soynuts are calling my name.
Oh yeah.... and I weigh a pound more. I now weigh 3 pounds more than I did on Sunday. Bah! Maybe my eyes were blurred from sleeping in or something and I read the scale wrong. That happens.