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A Little Bit of Fasting

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I normally try to have a 12-hour fast between the time I eat dinner and when I eat breakfast.  I can’t seem to stretch it any more than that because I get too damn hungry. Fitbomb, on the other hand,  has no issues with daily 16-hour fasts.  

Last night, I gorged until around 7:30 p.m. and when I woke up, I wasn’t hungry. Maybe it’s because our kitchen was infested with ants again and ant spray is an amazing appetite supressant.  I went to my kickboxing class and when I came home I still wasn’t hungry.  We went out to lunch after I cleaned myself up and I broke my fast at 11:30 a.m. — woo hoo! A 16-hour fast!  

For lunch, we went to one of our regular spots, Sprout Cafe, and I ordered my usual: Spring salad with added chicken, subbing out the red onions with blanched broccoli.

Then, I ate a handful of macadamia nuts.  When we got home, I ate handfuls of coconut flakes, more mac nuts, some coconut milk, a handful of Paleo trail mix, and a square of dark chocolate (it is Halloween after all).  

While the younger rugrat napped, I seasoned some chicken thighs and pork stew meat with salt and pepper and vacuum sealed them for the SousVide Supreme.  I’m trying to group items that cook at the same temperature so I have more ready to eat meat available.  I put them in the preheated 160 F bath and I’ll pull the thighs out tomorrow morning (minimum of 8-12 hours) and the pork stew meat out at dinner time (24 hours).  I hope they turn out…

After the vacuum packing, I decided to roast off my old vegetables laying around.  I had a single portabello mushroom, about a pound of broccoli, and some small delicata squash.  All can roast at 425 F so I put the broccoli and mushroom in at the same time and followed them up with a tray of sliced delicata squash.  All were seasoned with extra virgin olive oil, salt, and pepper.  

Since I knew that I’d be hit with a carb-filled minefield at the kiddie Halloween party we were going to at dinnertime, I made myself a plate of leftover sous vide tri-tip (the gift that keeps on giving), roasted broccoli and delicata squash before we set out for the night.

I’m happy to say that I wasn’t even tempted by any of the carb-y stuff at the party.  I never thought it would happen, but I think that my sugar addiction may finally be under control.  Amazing.

Breakfast for Breakfast

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When I woke up this evening I felt like eating some breakfast, damn it.  Sausage and eggs with some veggies on the side sounded really good.  Since I had already washed and cut up some broccoli before I went to bed, hubby was already roasting some broccoli in the oven when I got up.  Here’s the quick and dirty “recipe”:

  • Preheat oven to 425 F.
  • Wash 1 large head of broccoli and cut into small florets. Dry thoroughly.
  • Drizzle with a good amount of extra virgin olive oil and season with salt and pepper.  Place the prepared florets on a foil-lined baking sheet.
  • Put in oven for 25-30 minutes, flipping the florets every 10 minutes, until browned to your liking.

I wanted scrambled eggs (as did the 5-year-old) but my hubby wanted the 5:10 eggs we had at Momofuku Ko.  Um, you can make it yourself.  Which he proceeded to do with smashing success.  Here are his 5:10 eggs unshelled, post ice bath:


I made scrambled eggs fried in butter (so much more pedestrian) for myself and the 5 year-old.  After the eggs were finished, I fried up some Bratwurst sausages.  While the sausages were browning, I chopped up some tomatoes and avocado and thinly sliced some shallots.  I placed the sliced shallots in a small ramekin with some balsamic vinegar and let the shallots steep for 5-10 minutes to take away some of the sharpness/spiciness.  Then, I tossed the shallots in with the avocado and tomatoes, seasoned everything with salt, pepper, and a drizzle of olive oil and plated our dishes.  Here’s mine:

Hubby’s plate: 

Hubby and I thought his 5:10 egg looked like Pac-Man but our 5 year-old proclaimed that it was a “barf egg.”

Here’s the 5 year-old’s plate: mini scrambled egg, mini Bratwurst, and some seaweed salad.  I’m too embarassed to write what was on my two year-old’s plate.  Let’s just say that he’s a carb-addicted vegetarian that doesn’t eat any vegetables.

And, yes, we do cram ourselves around a tiny Ikea table covered with Captain Underpants stickers to eat dinner.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.