Diet Notes

This was my meal of Alaskan pollock last night. Abby had shrimp scampi.
This was my meal of Alaskan pollock last night. Abby had shrimp scampi.

I recently elected to add some fish to my diet in hopes of getting my wife Abby to eat healthier, or in some cases at all. Important caveats include the idea that the fish is noted as nutritious on its own merits, is caught in a sustainable fashion, and is prepared in a healthy manner (as in not deep fried.)

Note: there is no such thing as a vegetarian who eats fish. Therefore, I am no long a vegetarian. Need to call me something? How about dynamic healthitarian?

With the stress of the Rona on Abby, who is already somewhat isolated, she tends to turn down my offers of food, saying she’ll just eat some crackers or that she isn’t hungry at all, but if I prepare a big meal with something she loves – recently it was Alaskan salmon, saffron rice, and steamed Brussels sprouts – it makes her smile and appreciate it, and, of course, eat it.

A new social media friend of mine, who showed up in my feed by posting a picture I took of her as a first grader in December 1988, says she wants to lose 50 pounds, and, “has been making excuses and displacing the blame from myself this whole time. But this time is different.”

I wish I had some genius to share with her, but I think my success with diet and weight discipline is more about who I am than it is about any tricks up my sleeve. It’s easy, for example, for me to stop eating when I’m full. I seldom desire foods that are outright bad for me, like candy, doughnuts, or soft drinks. But I know plenty of people, maybe even most people, who pass by the fruit tray at the sports watch party and dig in to the Doritos.

I am also very, very lucky that my current level of health allows me to move, work on my feet, walk dogs miles a day, and feel like it energizes me. Part of it is luck that I don’t have arthritis or bad feet, but part of it is that my choices lead to better outcomes. I don’t have type II diabetes because I eat right and exercise, and I am able to eat right and exercise because I don’t have type II diabetes.

I friended the person who is trying to lose weight after she posted a snapshot of this newspaper, The Ada Evening News from December 11, 1988. I had been at The News for just six weeks when I made those photos.
I friended the person who is trying to lose weight after she posted a snapshot of this newspaper, The Ada Evening News from December 11, 1988. I had been at The News for just six weeks when I made those photos.

3 Comments

  1. “I seldom desire foods that are outright bad for me, like candy, doughnuts, or soft drinks.”

    I wish I could say the same. I desire junk food ALL the time. I required many years to develop the willpower to pass by those aisles… But this year I finally became soda-free (yay!) and I’ve gone without my Little Debbie snack cakes for several years now. (M&Ms are still a weak spot, but I consume them in moderation.)

    (Note: I was already thinner than most men my age, but I’ve lost 15 net pounds during the pandemic.)

  2. I donated blood yesterday. They like you to eat afterwards. They offered me Nutter Butters, Snickers, Milky Way, Twix, Kit-Kats, M&Ms, Hershey Bars, Butterfinger, Oreos, peanuts… wait, peanuts? Sold!

  3. Wow, that’s quite the selection… :-/

    I feel the same way about Halloween – my kids didn’t even trick-or-treat this year, but still ended up with bags of candy somehow.

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