I am back with my favorie food – coffee. Thank You TDC !!!

Silk Roasted Coconut Milk (1 cup), 2 Tbl Swerve to 2 cups coffee. Ya, baby!!!
My favorite breakfast, brunch, or lunch item is 1 cup frozen chopped spinach, I cup chopped onion and bell pepper combo (my favorite onion is “red”), one cup chopped mushroom, 1 cup uncured cooked meat (crumbled fried bacon is my favorite) and chopped roma tomatos are optional but add during the last 2 min. in a micro or simply spoon fresh chopped tomato on top. For seasoning, McCormick Salad Supreme, Dash Onion & garlic blend, and black perrer to taste (1 tsp of each). Put all ingredients in a single serving micro safe dish (but not a bowl) and cook for 3 min. with a 1100 W micro. I use Corning Ware single serving pan with a handle ($1.50 for 4 at Goodwill). Stir ingredients adding 3 large or jumbo eggs and tomato chunks. Cook another 2 minutes on full power. Remove dish (using niffty handle that doesn’t get hot). Bring all the cooked egg mixture to the center and force uncooked egg in center to the outside interior of your pan. Cook for another 2 min and let stand while you prepare your **NEW** coffee formula and toast 2 slices of your 45 g cal. bread. Put that green stuff on your slices, I’ll stick with butter, thankyou. I alter my mixture for uncured ham chunks and shredded cheese. The chopped spinach and onion/red, yellow, orange, and green mixture (I also chop up a green pepper but my son says it has too much sugar and leaves the green bell pepper out). I add a tsp of black pepper to my mixture no matter what type of egg dish I have a craving for (Mexican, Italian, Caribbean, godd ole USA ham and cheese w 1 tsp black pepper and salted to tast after cooking. No oils or butter are used. You can add olive oil to the mixing of egg and tomato. I don’t because I love the “quiche” texture without oils or butter. I reserve the butter for my 2 slices of toast. Pouring olive oil or spreading that green stuff on perfectly good tasting toast is just plan wasteful (of toast).
I do spray olive oil on my frozen cod fillet and then cover each fellet with onion powder, garlic powder, dill, lemon pepper, and either frech lemon juice or and apply another spray (hold can further away so you don’t spray the seasonings off of the fillet). I spread foil on my cooking tray and lightly coat the foil with olive oil. You can rub down your frozen cod fillets with olive oil initially but a finishing layer of olive oil rubbed or brushed on by this red necked Neanderthal usually doesn’t go well. Bake at 300 F for 45 minutes and check the center with a meat thermometer at whatever heat is required. I love a thick cut and will split my serving with a knife to see bright white flakes. Who needs a meat thermometer. A red neck knows these things (probably due to more than one trip to the nearest bush after injesting under cooked game. You know that you can have alot of fun when you’re stupid. But I’m learning with what I’m eatting. You can measure the amount of pain or degree of injury as to how much confidence I showed before meeting the next challenge. You would think a (Younger) person would learn something but, this good ole boy spent his growing up years knowing he was going to Vietnam and dying (as my teachers 4th through 12th grades loved to tell me if I didn’t pick up my grades. ‘ell’ by the 6th grade I believed them and spent my nonschool, nonchurch time hiking the Appalachian through the Carolina and Tennessee sections as a boy 14 years, stealing building materials from a costruction site to build VC hooches to sneek up to and blow up with easily obtained black powder and canon fuses, and joining a fight club with like minded peers who also knew they were headed for Nam (Thanks “special ed” attempts of the 60’s). We had rules to go buy. Queensberry rules while “dirty” tricks were “demonstrated” and “practiced”. I learned that “owning/covering the plot of ground I stood on” could be expensive, in so many words,but was less “expensive” during recovery.I learned that bullies after the initial meeting chose a different victom but not while I was around. I was shot, shot at, sliced, chopped, electricuted, drowned, and left for dead – two (2) times by my “buddies” all before my Highschool graduation. Dieting was the same to me until youz guys came along. I refuse to go out fat with diabetes like I refused to die in Viet Nam. I was aware of the happenings over in Vietnam due to the facts from peers’ relatives (brother, father, uncles) coming back from that place crippled, physically and/or mentally. This was my reality from 1958-1972. The draft ended (2) two months before I graduated. I was ready to qualify for special forces. One of my running buddies had a DAD come home twice (2 Times) in a full body cast and convalesced at home. his son and I sat at his feet along with his 2 white German shepherds and listened to his stories and life lessons. He helped us by knowing we were headed to nam and he didn’t want us to die either. That was my “reality” from 4th grade to 12th. I had it confirmed by a 6th grade teacher (pre-special ed era) when I waited for the other kids to vacate the classroom and approached her. I asked her why I couldn’t pass exams like the other kids. Her answer was kind and thoughtful as she replied “Bobby, you’re a sweet kid. You’re just stupid.” Now I had one mission in life, well actually two;just not academically. Proving to myself that I was not going to die (1) and the second was to prove to myself and adults that I was not stupid. I didn’t mind that my peers said I was crazy. That kept me out of a lot of fights during and after school.

This same determination will be applied to my food intake (I don’t like the term diet). Being grossly overweight, 67 years old, with Idiopathic Peripheral Neuropathy in both feet and shins, and told that I am entering type 2 diabetes sounds as realistically to me as going to Vietnam and dying. Dude, that ain’t gonna happen. So, I enter the worldly life of “dieting.” I joined TDC cause you use the term “way of life.”
I have moved toward a lifestyle of ketosis. I invested in a quality built recumbent, ellipacal exercise machine (any prolonged distance walking has become too painful for me to exercise in this fashion. I ride my “recumbent ellipacal” because of my “Idiot Pathetic Ner apathy.”
When I was cured of Grave Disease back in 95, my natural body weight went from 163 lbs. to 211 lbs without changing my “diet.” A starvation diet occured in 2005-2007, when I was a single parent to a teenager with a hollow leg – if not two and child support for an adolescent. My, then, teenager has forgiven me for spending all my time working two jobs teaching Special Ed to grades 5-7, coming home to change clothes and head out for my retail job. I achieved my target weight of 168 while paying the bills, feeding and paying for a starving, musical and ROTC teenager. I remember going to Pizza Hut after school and downing two (2) large pepperoni pizzas by myself in one seating. I was like that in consuming food up to 1995. With thyroxine coming from a pill. My metabolism has completely and, apparently, permanently changed since they killed my thyroid with two (2) doses of radioactive iodine.
I am telling all this ijn hopes that my food intake will work with “conditions” to achieve a healthy and less heavy lifestyle. Removing carbs to a net 25 carb intake per day and eatting 5-6 “healthy” little meals while maintaining ketosis ain’t too awfully different than expecting to go to Vietnam and not die. I’ll try avoiding fight clubs and blowing things up. The Trim Down Club will replace the Green Beret in a body cast – twice. I failed to mention that the first time was from knocking out a mortar position and the second time was from taking out two machine gun nests where the second machine gun position was able to rake his body from left knee to right shoulder. ‘ell, I didn’t need Hollywood. I had a real John Wayne living up the street. He allowed me to come and visit (until the Mom told me to leave so the “Major” rest. I’ll remind you that he too knew that his son and I were headed to Vietnam. This was 1965 – 1969 living at it’s best for us “destined to die” children. Even the Green Beret Major was convinced of our future and his wife allowed us to spend time with him “training” for our, certain, future. She knew that her precious, Green Beret Major “Junior” and I were headed to war.

The whole “dieting” persona eludes me. I will never perceive my “way of life” as being “controled.” That term perception really annoys me. So, TDC, I’m signed, sealed, delivered – I’m yours !!!