Two weeks of meals and my clothes are on the verge of suffocating me. None of the buttons have popped yet, but I can feel the impending doom if I don't cut down. Not to mention, seriously start exercising again. Health is wealth. Although there's the other axiom: life's too short, eat more dessert.
Since diets are so inevitably boring (rabbit food, or shakes or blechy stuff like that), I decided on Sunday to change that. I'll not be dieting per se, but eating consciously: more vegies, smaller portions. Last night for instance, I had a cup of cucumbers in vinegar, pepper and salt. I was also experimenting with a Cuban sandwich, which came out better than expected. A small toasted brioche, stuffed with a slice of lean ham, beef pastrami, arugula, cucumbers, cheese, and a spicy bean aoili, with a serving of pickles for that added twist. Tasty, filling, healthy.