In this month’s fat post, I promise you I won’t use the term “weight loss journey.” I don’t journey, I ultimately end up where I started. My weight loss … “orbit.” That’s it.
I continue to spend two days out of seven burping like a stevedore. This is because I must pound down 83 grams of protein so the outside of my ass does not atrophy and 25 grams of fiber so the inside of my ass does not solidify.
I can manage the fiber about half the time. The protein, no. That’s a pound of meat a day. A pound of bacon, a pound of turkey, a pound of filet, can’t do it. And don’t talk to me about quinoa. That’s five pounds of quinoa to hit 83 grams. That’s nuts. (Nuts are also disappointingly low in protein.)
So I’ve turned to the protein shakes and supplements, as one does, and I am sick of them, so I bought a low-end Ninja Cremi machine, sans manual, and asked ChatGPT to recommend a recipe for a dark chocolate frozen concoction. It turned a bunch of boring protein stuff into something closer to dessert than a chore. The biggest difficulty was had to eat a pint of it, which was actually kind of difficult as I am not getting over a breakup, but the texture and taste were very satisfying. It was a lot like really good ice cream – even though I know it isn’t. And it took care of about half my protein for the day.
Hopefully, some day Gary will start eating food again (he’s been in a soup fast) and then I can make him some sorbet or strawberry ice cream for him. Fingers crossed.