Book Talk.

Book Talk.

I’m giving a book talk about The I’m Possible Journey: Learning to Live with Sugar Addiction. It’s tonight at 6:30 pm at the East Hampton Public Library in (where else would it be) East Hampton. It’s the library where I first found validation for my sugar addiction and hope to manage it (instead of it managing me).

I found it interesting that our local NPR station had an interview with the author of that book this afternoon. Kathleen DesMaisons, PhD, sent me an email (I’m on the mailing list, we’re not personal acquaintances) telling about the Colin McEnroe show and her appearance on it. I didn’t listen to it live, but I did figure out how to listen to the podcast of it later. Here’s the link if you’d like to listen to it, too. Sugar Show Podcast.

I’m not sure how many people will be at the talk tonight. I think there will be at least six. The librarian put on the flyers that I would be serving no sugar added treats. Perhaps that will be a draw. I have chocobanana seed crackers, apple spice cake, and almond macaroonish candies. All with no sugar added. My testers have approved. Will I see you there?

I did some practicing for my talk that included me recording myself reading a poem. I uploaded it to YouTube and it’s What about guilt?

I have my baked goods prepared. I have a stack of books and a pen to sign them should anyone want to buy a copy or two or three! I have before pictures and after pictures, but the big picture will be me in my healthy weight range managing my sugar addiction into a seventh year.

It wasn’t impossible. Because I found out what I could do and did it. I’m Possible. And you are, too!

 

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Doing the Write Thing.

Doing the Write Thing.

I’ve been doing my writing on the Weight Watchers Connect site lately. It’s not my favorite place to write because it’s a bit awkward typing on my phone and there’s not much interaction with people. But then again….

Here’s something from this morning. I woke up in rhyming mode. Put on your life preserver. This is stream of consciousness rapid rafting. Or maybe it’s rapping. Continue reading “Doing the Write Thing.”

Oh Foo-y.

Oh Foo-y.

Weight Watchers has come up with a new tweak to its tracking system and plan. Last year or the year before, it came up with a new plan that essentially pointed people to foods with less fat and less sugar. I’d been pointing myself to foods with less sugar since 2011, and I even told Weight Watchers about it. But when they asked me to share my story for their One Amazing Day event in 2013 they asked me to tone down the greatly reduced sugar part of the story because they didn’t want people thinking they had to deny themselves of anything. Continue reading “Oh Foo-y.”

Laws on Ya.

Laws on Ya.

I thought I made lasagna a few weeks ago. I didn’t have lasagna noodles, but thought it would be okay to substitute layers of chickpea fusili that I had on hand (and in the cupboard). It had the layered effect, but my husband said it wasn’t lasagna. I think he was teasing. Sort of. He had no complaints regarding the taste, just the title of the recipe.

But sometimes people can’t tolerate regular lasagna noodles. When you’re celiac, the laws on ya are: no gluten. I’m not celiac, but I’m sensitive to processed grains (too close to sugar for this addict).

So this time when I wanted to make lasagna, I decided to try making the noodles. It was an idea I had leftover from making seed crackers but instead of seeds, I used canned chickpeas, flax meal, and a little water. “Water you doing?” you might want to ask, but I thought these three things were up for my task. I was using my noodle as far as I thought. Instead of finding out where they’d be bought.

The pictures at the bottom of this post are what I captured in my phone when I remembered to document what I was doing. As I was working on making my recipe (literally and figuratively), a friend called to see if I’d like to do yoga with her. We agreed to do it at my house and she agreed to test the lasagna for lunch! It was a win win plan for both of us. Especially since she enjoyed the lasagna. She said it wasn’t exactly like traditional lasagna, but it was a good substitute! That works for me. (It might have been more like regular lasagna had I used Italian sausage instead of chorizo.)

The true test will be at dinner this evening.  Lasagna, whether or not the laws on ya.

This recipe isn’t in my trial cookbook. Yet. But I think it will be once I tweak it a bit more (e’en).  If you’re interested in looking at my trial cookbook, leave me a message and I’ll get you a link to my Shutterfly site. The super special deal for purchasing a photobook with free extra pages and 40% off expires October 18, 2017. That’s today.

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Ready for first noodle bake.
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Ready to layer.
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Ready to bake

I Spied Her.

I Spied Her.

This was hanging from the umbrella over my deck table last week. I’m not sure how big a spider’s eyes are, but I’m thinking I spied her before she spidered me. I didn’t walk into her web anyway.

We took pictures and my friend named her Georgianna Devouschez. The spelling probably isn’t correct on her last name, but since this isn’t her birth or death record, it probably won’t mess up any geneologists.

Georgianna Devouschez sounds like a convoluted French fry of the phrase “of your house”. I don’t know if you have any of these spiders at your house, but I don’t think female orb spiders are very dangerous except to little flies and the male orb spider. We saw a male spider making his way towards her in the afternoon one day, but the next morning he wasn’t to be found. Poor François. We think he met his match and flamed out.

I had to close the umbrella yesterday because of a tropical storm watch. I don’t think I harmed Georgianna, but her web is down. She was actually huddled on the underside of the umbrella before I closed it. For some strange reason, I was extra gentle when I put the cord around the furled fabric. Maybe it’s because I remember reading the Weekly Reader book, Be Nice to Spiders, as a child?

Anyway, the more important part of this experience is my thought of “spied her”. Closet eating is a major problem for sugar addicts. Even if actual sugar isn’t a problem for me, I know I’m in the clutches of addiction when I’m eating things between meals: out of sight, out of mind, into mouth. I did really well when I was on vacation in Wyoming and Colorado earlier this month. And I did really well for the first week back at home. And then I went Nutzo.

Really. I picked some up at Costco after having said I couldn’t buy it for my pantry again because it’s like crack. No sugar added, but there’s something about it that cries, “More!” E’en when I haven’t finished chewing and savoring the blend of seven nuts and seeds that are several flights above crunchy all natural peanut butter. I had bought some for my daughter and son in law in Wyoming. I thought it would be nice and safe to have it there mixed in with my Cream of the West cereal in the morning.

I don’t know if it really was the Nutzo that set me off, or if it was a combination of a few stressors that I didn’t handle in the optimal way. Or maybe putting together a cookbook in a few hours was too much. But, whatever. Living with sugar addiction is a part of my life and in coming across that spider, I wondered if I just could think “spied her” in moments of temptation I might stay aware and care enough to say a firm NO to the whining of the addiction.

It’s really important that I am aware and accept that I really do have a problem when I eat between meals whether it’s protein or not. (I think I convinced myself that Nutzo was okay because it was protein. But I’m now convinced that the circle of addiction can take advantage of any wedge and throw a pie in my face.) Part of my sugar addiction management is to have start and stop times to my eating. Because that works for me in The I’m Possible Journey.

The idea of in private or secret is a sham because my body is taking precise note of it all. It’s a shame when I just don’t want to acknowledge that. But now I have. (Body aches and pains and, for full disclosure, my clothes started dissing me.) Again. And it’s okay. There are ups and downs to many things and this is no exception.

I’m here with my eyes open. And I spied her. Things are looking up.

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Chicken Dinner Jerky.

Chicken Dinner Jerky.

I’m trying my hand at a cookbook.

It occurred to me that I could share a recipe here and find out if there’s interest in more (e’en cooking).

This recipe came about when I wanted to have a new emergency food supply stash option (no sugar added, no refrigeration needed, loaded with protein, easy to pack in a purse or a pocket).  I found the general idea in The Dehydrator Bible and changed it up to suit me. This has the taste of a chicken dinner complete with stuffing.

In food processor, puree 2 pounds boneless skinless chicken (all fat trimmed) with 1/2 c. onion, 1 teaspoon rosemary, 1/2 teaspoon dried sage, 1 clove peeled garlic, 1/2 tablespoon salt, 1/4 teaspoon black pepper, 1 cup seedless grapes, 1 cup diced dried apples. Put mixture in gallon sized ziplock freezer bag. Snip one corner (about 1/2 inch) and extrude meat mix in lines onto parchment lined baking sheet. Flatten lines to 1/4 inch. Bake at 400F for 20 minutes or until done. Remove from oven. Press each strip with paper towels to squeeze out fat. Return meat strips to cooling rack lined baking sheet and bake at 170F for 2 hours or until dry. Let cool. Store in airtight container. I think this would be good with 1/2 half cup dried cranberries instead of the grapes. (I didn’t have any that weren’t sweetened with sugar.)

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Snip corner of ziplock bag and extrude meat mixture to pan.
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Ready for the second baking.
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Chicken jerky. I think it looks like drumsticks.

What do you think?

Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. 

Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. 

This morning I did a search for a phrase in my blog collection. I was was wondering if I had ever written a piece about Fat Her’s Day.  For some reason, this post showed up.

Source: Comfort. A Peace of my Mind.

Feel free to click the link and read it. Or just keep reading here. I’m not really sure why that one matched, but I’m glad it did. It helped me recognize that I have been numbing with food for a few days. It’s not comfort. It’s numbing. Just masking discomfort. Continue reading “Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. “