No one, myself included is a fan of talking about weight. Last year I took little care of what I ate because if we were all gonna die of Corona who cares what you look like in a casket or as a pile of ashes in an urn. Horrendously morbid way of thinking for sure but it was the doom and gloom predictions the uncertainty of new strains, the supply chain being rattled, the mile long bread lines, the closure of nearly everything except supermarkets, the bare shelves because before the limitations per customer it was every asshole for themselves fuck your neighbors, not being able to see family members because you could be asymptomatic and kill them, people morphing into hypochondriac germaphobes needing to wipe down anything and everything they come in contact with, sanitize every morsel of moisture out of your hands with antibacterial gel that stings and burns when it gets into the cracks and grooves that were the new normal for your hands, the idiocy of wearing gloves as if the airborne virus was going to be absorbed into the skin, politicization of every thread of information of the disease and the pure hatred of opposing political parties more so last year then ever before that I can remember tearing families apart defying logic or common sense, the protests, the riots, and so much hate.
Thankfully 2020 is in the past, we’ve learned from our mistakes there are new guidelines, new vaccines out to get us back to normalcy, places are opening up. There was always fatigue especially from the macho men who would do anything for their fellow Americans but ended up being babies about face coverings.
So for the umpteenth time as with all new years, new year new me yada yada, stickin to my guns this time. I’m a far cry from instagram influencer physique. Going to the gym now seems like the least safe space with everyone gasping for air after running miles on a treadmill or getting their breath right for a dozen reps on the weight machines. The only time wearing an N95 mask to save yourself from the atrocious hygiene that you always find at the gym and it’s the last place I wanna be. What am I doing then to shed the dreaded weight I put on? What always works for me, diet over exercise. Strict with few carbs except for the once in a blue moon cheat day. More or less Keto, except heavy on the salad and intermittent fasting thrown in, which boils down to eating a full (1.5k/ 3 lbs) hearty salad with fruit as a dessert. I’ve lost 15lbs/6.8k so far so I’m sticking with it.
Quarantine 15??? Was Quarantine 35 for me, so what now?
Cuisine: ItalianDifficulty: Easy Peasy4
servings5
minutes5
minutes10
minutesQuick, super simple, and nutritious.
Ingredients
2 Persian Cucumbers sliced
2 Handfuls Mixed Salad Greens
1 Half Pint Cherry Tomatoes halved
1/4 Onion
100 grams Nuts (Optional)
3 Tablespoons Olive Oil
1 1/2 Tablespoons Balsamic Vinegar
To Taste Salt
To Taste Mixed Ground Pepper
To Taste Dried Ground Oregano
100 grams Drunken Goat Cheese (Optional)
Directions
- Add the sliced cucumbers, halved tomatoes, mixed salad greens, onion, cheese and nuts if you’re using them.
- Then for the olive oil, vinegar I measure by eye, and the salt, pepper and oregano are by taste, I do a dash of each.
- The secret to a great salad is to wait a few minutes before serving so the acid in the dressing cooks and melds with the ingredients.