This DSer's evening "gorge."

OOOH PORK!!! I am raising one now...She weighs in at about 100 lbs and is destined for the butcher in march or so. I can't wait to eat the lil ***** cuz she is so mean!! bites and tries to run you down. I thought it would hurt to do her in but now all I can dream about is her hams n bacon n pickled piggie feet n hocks OH MY!!!!!

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It sounds yummy, Elizabeth N., but could you please tell me what Farmer Eggs are?

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I spent my life getting fatter going "low fat". Sorry, the body NEEDS fat and holds onto it if it is deprived of it. I'm not nuts about it, but I missed real butter, full fat salad dressings, cheese, bacon, mayo and they make me eat fewer carbs, too.

It is NOT gorging to eat normally. My grandparents lived into their late 80's. All their lives they ate real butter and lots of it, gravy on everything, and meat at every meal. None of them was ever fat. And they were bankers, lawyers, and advertising men (or housewives) in NYC and Boston. Not calorie burning ranchers.

No one in my family was fat until the introduction of high fructose corn syrup.

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Yup! Even though I was fat all my life (thank you, PCOS), my leanest years were when I was fed red meat and cheese fried in LARD with a side of taters by my slavic grandparents. Also my mom's cooking wasn't low fat by any stretch of the imagination, but it was more balanced with veggies and whole grains. Then I bought into the whole "fat, cheese and red meat is evil!!" bandwagon once I hit college, probably because I was flabby and wanted to loose weight- I didn't know I had PCOS at the time. Sadly the resulting diet made my obesity/metabolic problem a million times worse.

The things in common with my mom and grandparent's cooking was that sugar was minimal, and everything was prepared from scratch- no processed foods, no sugary cereals or crap. It wasn't until much later in life that I was able to discover the wealth of metabolic problems I had. If it weren't for that I probably would have had a perfectly normal weight.

Well, I am not going to tell you everything I ate yesterday.  I was having a "I can't get enought to eat" day and when I have those, I just go with it and eat.  Mostly protein, of course!  Other days I am not so hungry and fill in with a shake or two, not because I like them, but because I HAVE to have the protein so I view the shakes as medicine. 

I usually eat about every 2 hours and eat protein first, then if I have room, I will eat veggies. If there is still room after that, I eat ummmm chocolate...

Early out from surgery I counted protein.  Now days I count protein...lol

No one in my family or circle of friends thinks I "gorge".  My son has lost weight and is healthier since I have been here cooking.  All I do different for him is adjust the fat because I HAVE to have a lot of fat or I am constipated.  I loves my heavy cream, butter and full fat stuff..yummmmmy

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Last night was not typical, but on the other hand, I wasn't obsessing about what I ate either, so in that sense, it was.

We had a party last night for a neighbor who is being forced out of his home - this man has lived in this house his entire life, for the last 50+ years, the last 10 of them taking care of his very elderly parents full time.  The minute his mother died, his older brothers started pushing him out, so they could sell the house and get their inheritances (a very ugly situation).  He has been a fixture in the neighborhood - the self-appointed "Mayor" of the block - he knows people at City Hall, and when something on our block is a problem, he calls someone and we get prompt service.  He keeps an eye out on the block; he takes out the trash for a couple of the elderly/infirm residents; he feeds pets when people are away, keeps people's spare keys, that kind of thing.  An odd quirky fellow, but a good guy.

Anyway, the guy is moving out in the next week or so, so I got a few of the neighbors together last night in the front yard of our next-door neighbor, who has a patio out front, and we had beer, wine, champagne and nibbles as a sort of going-away party - and we partied outside until 10:30 PM, with other neighbors dropping by if they were out walking.  So I was drinking and grazing all evening - without a care at all for what I was eating.  And by that I mean, picking what I wanted to eat, based on what I was craving (which, with the DS, tends to be good-for-me food anyway - not like it was before), and without a feeling of guilt about any of it.

* Sausages in a blanket

* Hot links in BBQ sauce

* Buffalo wings with ranch dip

* Cheese and crackers

* Spanakopita

* Stuffed olives

And later, before bed, I had a slice of leftover pizza from the other night - veggie lovers with extra cheese, artichoke hearts, portabello mushrooms - and anchovies and bacon.

I love my DS.