Here I sit, drinking a low-fat protein shake because it's easy to swallow, and I read this article. Why do I do this to myself?
I know I can't eat anything on that list more than a couple of times a year, but it all sounds wonderful.
My loving wife is one of the best cooks I've ever met. I didn't get fat because she can't cook. She loves cooking with pork fat, bourbon, and spices. One of her favorite breakfasts to make is biscuits and gravy made with a local sausage that tastes more like bacon or ham than sausage served with a fruit salad to cut the cholesterol. The other night she made beef stroganoff from scratch and I played through the pain just so I could have a little of it. The smell of her cuisine over the past few weeks has been driving me mad. It should tell you something that in the two weeks since I've stopped eating her cooking, I've lost between 10 and 20 pounds.
As I've recovered, I've tried eating a few normal things with varying degrees of fail. After two weeks of eating soft foods like jello, pudding, protein shakes, and soft noodles, the thought of a Fried Cheese Melt or a Farmhouse Burger is almost sinful. When this is over, I'm going to lunch at a Chinese buffet and I'm not leaving until I've tried a little of everything.
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