I have been away from Thinner for almost two weeks now, so the potential for serious diet mayhem and backsliding was huge. I've been dreading this morning's weigh-in ever since I left for San Francisco. Why? Because I was terrified that I would give in to the notion that eating for the book would become a compelling excuse to overindulge food-wise.
My trip was filled with opportunity, motive, and built-in excuses to seriously overeat. But miraculously I didn't take advantage of most of these opportunities. Maybe, just maybe, with your help I am learning to have a different relationship with seriously delicious food.
Let me give you an incomplete list of where and what I ate in the Bay Area:
- Four sandwiches from 4505 Meats, including a killer fried chicken sandwich
- Bacon and egg sandwich and a BLT from the Hayes Street Grill
- Sandwiches from Boccolone, including a delicious, if non-traditional muffuletta
- S'mores from Michael Recchiutti
- Killer short ribs, pork, and chicken liver mousse from Wexlers
- Shaken beef and baby back ribs from the Slanted Door
- Most excellent scallion pancakes, crispy chicken, and broccoli at Heaven's Dog
- Insane tin roof sundae at Humphrey-Slocombe
- Burgers at Joe's Cable Car, including a patty melt that should be inducted into the Burger Hall of Fame
- A fine house-smoked pork loin sandwich at Cowgirl Creamery with pickled watermelon
- Awesome trio of tiny cookies at Boulette's Larder, including a peach thumbprint cookie that actually stopped me in my tracks as I walked along the waterfront
- Extraordinary sturgeon, cream cheese and thin slices of lemon, and capers on an Acme baguette at the Ferry Plaza farmer's market on Saturday
Damn. This list even scares me, and it doesn't even include any of the Los Angeles places I visited (wait until next week).
So obviously the trip could have been a serious diet disaster. But it wasn't. Why?
Because peaches (and nectarines, plums, and pluots) saved my bacon.
The stone fruit in northern California is so amazing, so sweet with just the right touch of acid, so juicy, so seriously delicious, that I would augment every aforementioned dangerous bite with a few bites of a peach, nectarine, plum, or pluot. So I would fill up with the good stuff and just try the dangerous stuff. Single bites of chocolate and sandwiches would be followed by lots of fruit and salad. I surprised even myself with my new-found discipline.
But Thinner's judgment awaits me. He's the ultimate judge. But gain or loss, I need to thank mother nature and the amazing stone fruit growers in California for their incredible bounty this summer.
Here we go. Interim weigh-ins have been encouraging but not definitive. Here we go. 219. Down a pound from two weeks ago. It's a miracle, I tell ya. Actually, it's not a miracle. Maybe, just maybe, I have learned something in these 133 weeks about how to be a serious eater without overeating. I look forward to learning even more in the next 133 weeks.