There’s an awesome picture of one of Kath’s Dough Boy Smoothies at the end of this post, so just hang in there.  It’ll all get better.

So.  I had a run-in with the scale this weekend.  We were down in our beach house for Memorial Day, having a grand time of laying in the sun, playing pool volleyball, reading on the porch (Game of Thrones is AMAZING) and getting tan/sunburned despite slathering on as much sunscreen as I could stand.  When I went into the downstairs bathroom, I saw the house scale staring at me rather ominously in the corner.
The last time I weighed myself was in Indianapolis about two months ago.  Before then, aside from the occasional doctor’s visit, I hadn’t weighed myself at home in a long, long time.  The scale broke (or ran out of ion charger, I have no idea which) and while I was a bit panicky about it at first, I just put it out of my mind and kept on living my life.  With all of my flareups, the scale was driving me nuts anyway (I’d be up 3 pounds, down 10, up 14).  Now that my stomach problems are pretty much a thing of the past, I was anxious to see whether or not this had made an impact on my weight.  
On Saturday morning I took a deep breath and stood on the scale, after a night that included pizza and chocolate and a day full of eats.  Before I looked down at the number (it’s not an electronic scale) I reminded myself that this number does not define me as a person.  This is a weight I could eat pizza on (despite the fact that for the week leading up to the beach I just made sure to make my eats a little bit cleaner so I’d feel a little better about my bathing suit appearance).  The weight I felt good on.  
I looked down.  From my highest flared weight, I had dropped 7 pounds.  Which means I am back to what I weighed last Memorial Day (I won’t put numbers because this is a weight that works for ME, not necessarily for you).  However…if you were to look at what I was eating last year compared to this year, you would be stunned.  It was lettuce and Sandwich Thins and fruit.  This year, I had pizza, ice cream, garlic bread, spaghetti sauce, creamed spinach, seared tuna, sushi (with white rice! GAH, THE HUMANITY) and one gigantic banana smeared with almond butter.  Except for breakfast, I didn’t count a single calorie and I even – GASP – ordered a turkey wrap from a local deli and ate almost the entire thing.  
Granted, I DID work out this weekend.  I ran 4.5 miles Sunday and did some weights and light elliptical on Monday, and then on Tuesday I was back to yoga.  But I needed food to fuel all of that activity.
While I was happy to see I had maintained my weight while eating a boatload of pizza, I was kind of pissed that I had even got on the scale in the first place.  Why did I need numbers to validate myself?  This is why I can’t keep a scale in my house! I don’t want numbers in an electronic box to prove I should love myself more or less.
So, when we left the house in Jersey, I let the scale lie.  I eat right, I exercise.  The thing for me now is just making sure i get enough fuel.  
Bah, but enough about the stupid scale.  Have two glorious pictures of a Dough Boy Smoothie, brought to you by my newest love: 

 Now, the difference between Coconut Butter and Coconut Oil is simple: Coconut Butter is the actual meat of a coconut, mushed and pureed to create a butter.  Coconut Oil is the oil squeezed out of the meat.  Both are solid at room temperature and both melt when you stick them in the microwave for about 20 seconds.  However, the taste is completely different.  While Coconut Oil tends to be a bit bland and only bearing a hint of the coconut flavor, Coconut Butter retains all of the deep coconut flavor.  It’s like if you were eating peanut butter, but it was coconut flavored.  It should just be renamed “Crack in a Jar” because that’s what it is.  I’ve been putting it on everything.

Also, when you drizzle melted coconut butter over something cold-say, a Smoothie-it solidifies like an organic, vegan Magic Shell!

 This particular Dough Boy was
1/2 banana
1/2 c oat bran
1 tbsp chia seeds
3/4 almond milk
3 strawberries
Left it in the blender overnight, then in the morning I added 1/4 cup milk to loosen it up and gave it a blendie blend!

Topped with another strawberry, muesli, 1/2 T sunflower butter and 1/2 T Crack…I mean, coconut butter.  
Remind me why I didn’t make this for breakfast this morning…?

Published by The Curious Ally Cat

I'm a 34 year old adjunct professor and writer in Connecticut. People seem to like me because I am polite and I am rarely late.

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