Holy crap.

[cyrano]

My lunch soup has 340 calories.
260 of those are from fat.
I think I bought my last Tomato Basil Bisque. sadface.
(Dude! Vegetables! It *must* be good for you, right?)

Comments

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Augh! Animal flesh! In my journal! Now I have to bleach every entry!

But yeah, some weekends I can cook and make stew or chili or whatever. Some weekends it's crazy and I have to kind of make do. The pain in the ass is that I have to be careful how much fat I get, because I have high lipid levels in my blood and high blood pressure. I have to watch calories because I'm verging on obese. I have to be careful of potatoes, corn, corn syrup, sugar, bleached flour, white rice, or anything else that quickly turns to glucose because I'm borderline diabetic. And I have to plan in advance, because there are so many elements I have to watch out for that I can't just grab stuff if I'm in a hurry. I have to watch so many god damn things, it seems, that eating is like a perimeter sweep waist deep in the swamp in the jungles outside of Da Nang. It's a chore, it's a pain in the ass, and there's the constant lurking threat of danger.

There. My food whinge for the day. At least I'm not allergic to gluten or soy or citrus or milk or fish or peanuts or whatever.

[satyrlovesong.livejournal.com]

Ok, now we've established that you're vegetarian but not vegan. Good to have a baseline.

Actually, good to know all of the above. I love to cook, and I love to share food with others. Two of my closest friends (and generally the reasons I'm not an exclusive hermit) are diabetic so I spend a lot of time trying to come up with healthy meals for them. *rueful smile* Neither of them would know what to do in a kitchen, and have no interest in learning at this late date.

I flirt with diabetes myself, and have a strong family history of it. I'm lucky that in general my soft spot is fats, not sugars (oh, the cheeses).

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I am not, in fact, vegetarian. I am attempting to make the shift from the American "The Meat Is The Meal" model to the model where meat is a pleasant little part of the meal. I love beef, I'm trying not to buy pork ever since the Rolling Stone article, I love chickens, I have a mercurial relationship (ha ha ha) with fish, and I love going to La Fondue and eating ostrich and buffalo. (And cream cheese balls.)

mmmmmmmmmfats.