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On A Diet? Watch This First.

Ice Cream. How It's Made. As a fat person, I am uniquely attuned to every diet known to humankind. I have tried them all. The fact that I failed, I attribute to sweet sugar and its progeny. We all need help, and the best way to start is to avoid assuming that what we see in the refrigerator came into existence already wrapped in plastic. They inject dye to make it pretty. They process it to add all sorts of addictive chemicals. And, we avert our eyes to the process. Result? Fatness. So, perhaps the solution is to consider how our sweet treats get made, before they appear in the freezer or refrigerator. I lost my taste for ice cream after watching how it is really made. It does not come out of the cows in a package.

This Only Makes Sense If It Is An All You Can Eat Buffet.

Always Give The Barista Your Name When Asked.

And, never order a Latte.

Glamping Requires That The Citizens Have Ice All The Time.

Fridgidaire 40 Pound Portable Ice Maker. Camping in a 36 Foot Class A Motor Home has never been confused with sweltering in a canvas tent and sleeping on the ground. At least for us, advanced age (75) has limited our tolerance for the great outdoors. So, glamping is a compromise that gets us out in the woods and the world in relative comfort. Recently, our string of bad luck has included blown tires on the Interstate, falls and visits to Hospital ERs, and power failures that kept us in the dark until fixed. Some have told us we should sell the RV; but, actually, these memories are all the more special because of the challenges. Full timers we will never be. It feels too good to get back to our brick and mortar home after a trip. But, problem solving on the road has become a joint activity that we cherish as much as the fun things we get to do. Sometimes, we get the question about what is the most surprising, and best, camping device we have found. Hands down, it has to be the portable ice maker. In fact, you can get a small one for under $100. When our little one died recently, we set off on this trip without one, and missed it. So, we found a really nice one that costs $179, and it now has an honored place in the RV. Ice, on demand, wherever you are? Yes, please.

Listening To My Body Is How I Got Fat.

There are hundreds of diets out there, and I have tried many of them. However, "listening to your body", and "let it tell you when you're hungry" doesn't work for me. At least, not now that I am old. Oh well.

#WhyILiveInFlorida - Or, Why New Yorkers Are Moving To Florida.

$29 Hot Dog? Only In New York. Politics aside, the cost of living in New York is reason enough to move out of the State. If you are going to a restaurant that charges you $29 for a hot dog, you need seriously to consider your living choices. Aside from snow, crime, and other disagreeable factors, I don't care if salaries are higher in New York. It would take a high salary to justify this dog. Thank you, God, for inventing Florida.

Coffee, Tea Or Me?

Coffee Not Soda. The old joke about the beverage assistant asking the question brought to mind the current health conscious public, and our choices for beverages. The study cited here makes clear that sugared soft drinks are not conducive to good health; and that artificially sweetened beverages are better for you. Better than that, even, are my beverages of choice, coffee, coffee and more coffee. Study after study has concluded that God's food, the lowly coffee bean, is associated with lower mortality rates over the long term. So, I will continue to avoid sugar in all its forms, and stick with coffee. 

Captain Obvious Got A Side Gig In A Food Labeling Plant.

Why Do My Microbes Keep Telling My Brain To Eat Donuts?

Cultural Offering offers this interesting quote today:

“In the past decade, researchers have begun to appreciate the importance of a two-way communication that occurs between microbes in the gastrointestinal tract and the brain, known as the gut–brain axis.”

Unfortunately, my microbes seem to be telling my brain to desire donuts, cake, ice cream and other carbohydrate treats. Perhaps what is needed is for researchers to cut off the communication, and to tell the brain to shut up.

There Goes The Diet. FutureLawyer Will Be Eating A Lot More Spaghetti.

Over the years, I have managed to combine old age, a Dad bod, and Italian American heritage into a walking ad for the before pictures in diet ads. But, I am still alive at 75; so, there's that. I have had a life long love of Spaghetti with Meat Sauce, bred from my Italian American mom's classic recipe; but, the recipe was lost when she died, and I have never been able to duplicate it. So, when, after years of searching, my sister emailed me, saying she had found a typewritten recipe among my mother's papers, I was elated. Diane made some the other night, and I have been in heaven ever since. It will now be impossible to stay on a diet. Oh well. I will leave the earth with the taste of classic Italian meat sauce in my mouth.