Thursday, November 09, 2006
A carrot? Hell no, pardner, that ain't no dang carrot! Them's pork ribs at the end of that stick!
Ever since I tipped the scale at 294 at the doctor's office, I have eaten sensibly and, in fact, have eaten a lot less than I would have, with the help of a little pill almost every day.
That was Oct. 25. I didn't eat any Halloween candy. Except for a cookie or two, I haven't had any sweets. I've cut way back on Mr. Dickel and Mr. Hendrick.
Tomorrow and Saturday, I'm laying off the diet pill, which is recommended. And one of those days I am going to reward myself with a plate of ribs.
(Wiping drool up from keyboard; struggling, with one lame ear, to hear above stomach growling; trying to keep from going RIGHT THIS MINUTE TO A BARBECUE JOINT AND EMBARRASSING MYSELF.)
Ribs. Glorious pork ribs! Fried taters! Slaw! A beer maybe.
Then it's back on the wagon.
One of the first things you hear when trying to diet is not to reward yourself with food.
I've heard the suggestions of get a pedicure/manicure, buy new shoes, get a facial, etc. I don't suppose you'd be up for any of those? ;)
So, strike "reward" and insert "treat." :-)
Ribs don't kill people. People kill people!
"Adam's Ribs? I'm from Joliet. I'd crawl on my knees in the snow for a takeout order."
2. Pork ribs reminded me of Hog Scalding time. If you had to scald the hog or wring and pluck the pullet to eat your ribs and Kentucky fried then you might not need you diet pills.
Cath in Carmel Valley at 42.f ouytside
I want it noted for therecord that doday, Friday, although I officially amd taking the day off from consciously monitoring what and how much I eat, I had a chef's sald, minus the cheese, with low-cal dressing, today for lunch.
Mmmm, them ribs'r gonna be goo-oo-ooood.