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My 2 week and 3 pound hiatus.

Why? Why do we punish ourselves during the holidays?  Does history not tell us that eating that cookie when no one is watching will most definitely appear to the general public on our thighs and will stay longer than an unwanted mother-in-law visit? I am somewhat religious about working out. Ok, I am a cardio junkie. I have defied reason when I worked out after surgery with a boot peddling along on the recumbent bike or  sporting a bright red…

Diet Day 14: Shell of an Italian Woman

Today marked two weeks on this life-less carb-less diet. Good news: I am 5.2 pounds down. Bad news: I am the shell of what was once an Italian woman. I am very proud to be Italian.  I love the food, the wine, the language and the vibrancy that defines the Italian persona. This diet has stripped me of the characteristics that make me Italian.  I am list-less without food, my cooking mojo took a major hit and my food soul is…

That’s a Hard No!

In the Fifty Shades book/movie, Ana and Christian go thru a rather interesting and somewhat disturbing list  of various items that does not warrant further discussion here.  That being said, after reading the food list from the nutritionist, I have my own list of hard no's: Raw mushrooms is a Hard No! Plain Greek yogurt by any brand in any container is a Hard No! Celery with whipped cream cheese is not only a Hard No!, but just disgusting. The cream…

Oh. My. God. It’s only been 20 hours!

To me, food is not just sustenance or a means to an end.  It isn't even nourishment. Food is event and should never be wasted, thoughtless or taken for granted. Just like my friend Prosecco, food is part of many of the milestones in one's life.  I remember the taste of that first Dunkin Donuts coffee after I delivered Amelia. The combination of the smell of the Mediterranean and fried calamari will always be in my memories. That being said, at…

Ahhhh, Prosecco!

I love Prosecco.  I drink it all year round and from the time I hear that cork pop until the very last sip, I am in a happy state of mind.  Prosecco has helped me celebrate success and conversely drown out pure sadness at the loss of a friend.  I have toasted a Thursday night or two while watching Grey's Anatomy. I have slowly sipped from a  cold flute during a sad movie on the Hallmark Channel.  You can see, we are…