This morning the “eating plan” went South as I had Sunday brunch with my sister and one of her ‘adopted’ daughters at a local family owned American-Greek-Mexican restaurant. Chicken fried steak, hash browns, eggs, and sourdough toast tasted wonderful. Sitting down and having hot prepared food brought to us made me realize how much I loathe my government assuming responsibility for my health.
Bringing our entrees was a girl child who is growing up in her family business. Watching her, maybe 14, maybe 5’, maybe 85 lbs with a large round tray loaded with plates balanced on one shoulder made us smile in appreciation.
Tomorrow is back to the plan. It works, slowly, but in 20 months I’m down 74 pounds. Will I soon go from “the Tank” to the “APC”? Will I avoid knee replacement? Will the damned belly bulge, now belly sag, ever go away? Will it take another 20 months to get to the weight I want? Is this an interesting subject, to anyone other than myself?
The plan isn’t complicated. I simply avoid lectin-containing foods. Exercise? Two one mile walks with the dog daily and a session on a rowing type machine I’ve owned, and used, for years.
Since I’m skeptical of any reported news, I’m wondering just how accurate reports are of attempted suicides during this Chinese flu panic. The headline that drew my attention was, “One year’s worth in four months”. Always unanticipated results are our human condition.
I’ve avoided blogging about George Floyd. Other do it better, especially Virtual Mirage. If you are not already reading him, do yourself a favor and wander over there.
Since, once again, I didn’t win the lottery this coming week will hopefully bring some work my way.