Everything I like is bad for me.
My grandma used to say, "Everything I like is either illegal, immoral, or fattening." That's the frustrating truth of it. I heard a comedian on the old Carson show say he wanted to lose some weight, but not enough to exercise or eat less.
But, back to trying to get this thread on some form of drift control, last night's dinner was three small but lovely grilled lamb chops with a side of steamed faro (that's an ancient grain, similar to wheat but better for you), some beets, and a glass of good red wine.
I'm fighting the same weight battle as many of us here. This morning I came in at 222, and at 6 feet, that's a little too much. I'd really like to get down to 185, but with two bad knees and a pair of bad shoulders, it's hard to find an exercise I can actually do--besides jumping to conclusions. So, I'm down to two meals a day--lunch around 11 and dinner at 6--one serving, no seconds. I drop around a pound a week doing that until holidays roll around. Then I bounce back up. Life's a struggle.
Crusader Rabbit