Day 306
The account of my meatless trip to Canada will conclude in the next entry because once again I have passed the 2nd of the month so…
I have now been meatless for ten months.
Yep. Ten. Whole. Months.
In that time…
-I have lost 66 lbs and gotten into better shape.
-I have increased my energy levels.
-There have been almost 9,000 visits to this blog—people are interested in healthier eating, even if not in by going meatless.
Ten months down and two more to go in this first meatless year o’ mine.
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Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
O Canada Part 2
Days 304 & 305
Waiting for us there was an open bar and a table of hors d'oeuvres. I got myself a rum & coke, a small plate of hors d'oeuvres and then sat down at my assigned table, lucky number thirteen.
The plate I cobbled together consisted of crackers, some cheese cubes, diced fresh fruit and a couple of fresh green beans. Recently I have discovered how much I love fresh green beans. As a kid green beans were possibly my least favorite vegetable. This was probably because my parents always served the canned variety at home and they always tasted yucky that way. Fresh vegetables just seem to taste better to me and they are probably better for you since they aren’t packed with sodium and haven’t lost their color settling in the darkness of a tightly sealed tin can. 
The salad came next which I declined to save room for the main course. While other guests dined on steak and chicken, I of course had the vegetarian entrée. Most weddings invites give you a choice of meal options, steak or fish; chicken or pork loin and etc. The invite for this wedding gave you a vegetarian option and I sincerely thank Scott and Lindsay for choice.
The veggie option consisted of chopped squash, mushrooms and other delicious vegetables rolled up in wide pasta strips sitting in a savory tomato sauce and garnished with shredded cheese and greens. It was an exquisitely tasty and an overall satisfying dish.
Dessert was cherry cheesecake:
On Saturday, the second day of my trip to Ontario, my cousin Scott got married. It was a little rainy that day and before the ceremony I nibbled on a leftover croissant from the spread they had for the rehearsal dinner the night before.
Despite the drizzle, the ceremony was very beautiful and after many of the wedding guests boarded idling buses that shuttled us to the reception hall at a country club a few miles away.
Waiting for us there was an open bar and a table of hors d'oeuvres. I got myself a rum & coke, a small plate of hors d'oeuvres and then sat down at my assigned table, lucky number thirteen.
The plate I cobbled together consisted of crackers, some cheese cubes, diced fresh fruit and a couple of fresh green beans. Recently I have discovered how much I love fresh green beans. As a kid green beans were possibly my least favorite vegetable. This was probably because my parents always served the canned variety at home and they always tasted yucky that way. Fresh vegetables just seem to taste better to me and they are probably better for you since they aren’t packed with sodium and haven’t lost their color settling in the darkness of a tightly sealed tin can.
My fellow table guests were my brother and his wife, my sister and her husband and their three children. When the servers brought out the butter for the rolls my youngest niece, Sophie, was delighted to see they were a spherical shape. She immediately put one of them on her plate and could not stop talking about how adorable her butterball was. That in itself was simply adorable.
The salad came next which I declined to save room for the main course. While other guests dined on steak and chicken, I of course had the vegetarian entrée. Most weddings invites give you a choice of meal options, steak or fish; chicken or pork loin and etc. The invite for this wedding gave you a vegetarian option and I sincerely thank Scott and Lindsay for choice.
The veggie option consisted of chopped squash, mushrooms and other delicious vegetables rolled up in wide pasta strips sitting in a savory tomato sauce and garnished with shredded cheese and greens. It was an exquisitely tasty and an overall satisfying dish.
Dessert was cherry cheesecake:
And later wedding cupcakes were served instead of traditional wedding cake:
Those sweet treats went perfectly with the coffee that they had just set up.
Those who know me well know I love coffee very much. It is the one vice I will never, ever give up. If my doctor told me tomorrow that I had to give up coffee or else it would kill me I would laugh and tell him, “Well, it was a good life.”
That weekend in Canada I never had a bad cup of java. Whether it was take out coffee from Tim Horton’s, coffee from the catering urn on Friday night or the after dinner cup at the wedding; it was all good joe.
Whenever I have a really good cup of coffee at a restaurant or formal occasion I always have to know what brand it is. This occasion was certainly no exception and I asked a server for the identity of that evening’s roasted beverage beans. The young server didn’t know offhand but was gracious enough to find out for me. After disappearing into the kitchen for a minute or two she returned with a small, sealed bag of the coffee with the words “McCullagh Coffee” printed on it. This was a brand I had never heard of before that operates out of Buffalo, NY. I thanked her and she surprised me by letting me keep the sample. I love pretty women that give you free, great tasting coffee, don’t you?
To be concluded...
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That weekend in Canada I never had a bad cup of java. Whether it was take out coffee from Tim Horton’s, coffee from the catering urn on Friday night or the after dinner cup at the wedding; it was all good joe.
Whenever I have a really good cup of coffee at a restaurant or formal occasion I always have to know what brand it is. This occasion was certainly no exception and I asked a server for the identity of that evening’s roasted beverage beans. The young server didn’t know offhand but was gracious enough to find out for me. After disappearing into the kitchen for a minute or two she returned with a small, sealed bag of the coffee with the words “McCullagh Coffee” printed on it. This was a brand I had never heard of before that operates out of Buffalo, NY. I thanked her and she surprised me by letting me keep the sample. I love pretty women that give you free, great tasting coffee, don’t you?
To be concluded...
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010
O Canada, Part 1
Days 301 – 303
Me: “Excuse me sir, could you take a picture of me?”
Louie: “Sure.”(Takes picture of me standing in terminal.)
Me: “Thanks. It's for a blog that I write.”
That was how the exchange between me, fellow passenger Louie and his wife, Penny, began two Fridays ago at a terminal in Bradley International Airport in Windsor Locks, CT.
I was there for a 9 am flight to Detroit that would connect with another one taking me to my ultimate destination, London, Ontario Canada. The purpose of the trip was to attend my cousin Scott’s wedding the next day and, due to prior commitments the week of the wedding, I was traveling north of the boarder separately from the rest of my family ho had gone up two days earlier by car.
After snapping of a picture or two on my digital camera to post in this very blog, I gave Louie and Penny both business cards with the blog URL and showed them photos on my phone of how I lost weight by dropping meat, eating better and exercising regularly. I mentioned that I was watching how much processed foods I ate and they started nodding in accord. They were both in their mid to late 60’s (sorry, they didn’t want their pictures taken) and mentioned how they had both reduced the amount of meat they ate on a daily basis, increased their fruit and vegetable intake and mostly avoided processed foods too. Penny and Louie told me that they both felt overall better and had reduced health problems as a result.
It never ceases to amaze me how increasingly relevant healthier eating is becoming to people in this country. You can find people from both younger and older generations taking this topic more and more seriously. I just love that.
Both flights went off without a hitch. I gobbled up the complimentary peanuts and chugged down a Coke on the flight into Detroit. The flight from Detroit to London, Ontario was so empty that almost every passenger had their own row. Getting through customs was an adventure though.
Upon entering the customs gate after touching down in Ontario, all the passengers were told to go over to a side table and fill out a copy of the customs form that our flight crew was supposed to give us on the plane. Thanks Detroit flight crew.
Being a guy traveling alone on a one way ticket to a foreign country made my customs experience even more memorable.
“Sir, I am going to ask you to take a seat on the bench through those double doors over there”, said the twenty-something customs official. “Sure”, I replied, expecting this treatment ahead of time because my father pointed out that due to my above traveling circumstances I would probably be a prime candidate for a brief detainment.
“Is it possible to get my passport stamped?”, I eagerly asked.
“Sure, after we ask you a few questions.”
And with that I went through the double doors and sat down on the bench, occupying myself with watching Gary Oldman and Christian Bale trying to talk some sense into a half deformed Aaron Eckhart on my iPod Touch.
After a few minutes the young customs officer and his older customs companion escorted me into the next room where they had me set my messenger bag down on a counter next to a computer where they were searching through a database to see if I was one of America’s most wanted. The room was dead quiet and empty except for the three of us and after a minute or two the older customs officer seemed to get bored and left. I wondered if this was the most excitement they usually had around here. Were the London, Ontario customs officers the Maytag repairmen of their professional field?
Young Customs Officer couldn’t find anything for a criminal record (I guess the time I slipped an Andes Candy into my pocket at the local drugstore when I was three did not count. Maybe it was because my mother caught me shoving it into my tiny mouth as soon as we stepped out of the store.) and so he proceeded to ask me the same questions over and over again to see if my answers were consistent.
“I am up here for a wedding, officer.”
“My cousin Scott’s wedding, officer.”
“I have no other luggage because I do not want to give Delta anymore of my money then they are morally entitled to, officer.
“My parents brought it up with them when they drove up here earlier in the week, officer.”
“Yes, officer, I am attending a wedding up here tomorrow.”
“My cousin Scott’s wedding officer.”
“It is a one way ticket because I am riding back with my parents on Monday, officer.”
“Yes, only until Monday, officer.”
“My cousin Scott’s wedding, officer.”
“Yes I do like chocolate chip cookies, officer.” (Okay, he really didn’t ask this one.)
And then we finished with a nice search of my messenger bag. Just when young custom’s officer thought he was finished I pointed out yet another pocket for him to explore with his rubber glove encased hands. Being a friendly Canadian customs officer he was thankful for my cooperation.
With no criminal record, unswerving answers to his questioning and nothing suspicious turning up in my bag search he sent me on my way. It was only after I stepped out onto the curb outside that I realized he didn’t make good on stamping my passport like he promised. Darn you crafty Canadian customs officer—it was all a clever charade to avoid stamping my passport!
After a few minutes my mother picked me up from the airport and it was only about a short 10 – 15 drive to my Uncle Peter and Aunt Marlene’s place where we were staying. When we got there they had already set up the giant rented tent in their beautifully landscaped backyard for the following day’s ceremony. We just had to set up some more tables and chairs for that night’s rehearsal dinner.
There were also some munchies on hand that were prepared and laid out for us and other guests that evening. Mmmm…fresh veggies!
Me: “Excuse me sir, could you take a picture of me?”Louie: “Sure.”(Takes picture of me standing in terminal.)
Me: “Thanks. It's for a blog that I write.”
That was how the exchange between me, fellow passenger Louie and his wife, Penny, began two Fridays ago at a terminal in Bradley International Airport in Windsor Locks, CT.
I was there for a 9 am flight to Detroit that would connect with another one taking me to my ultimate destination, London, Ontario Canada. The purpose of the trip was to attend my cousin Scott’s wedding the next day and, due to prior commitments the week of the wedding, I was traveling north of the boarder separately from the rest of my family ho had gone up two days earlier by car.
After snapping of a picture or two on my digital camera to post in this very blog, I gave Louie and Penny both business cards with the blog URL and showed them photos on my phone of how I lost weight by dropping meat, eating better and exercising regularly. I mentioned that I was watching how much processed foods I ate and they started nodding in accord. They were both in their mid to late 60’s (sorry, they didn’t want their pictures taken) and mentioned how they had both reduced the amount of meat they ate on a daily basis, increased their fruit and vegetable intake and mostly avoided processed foods too. Penny and Louie told me that they both felt overall better and had reduced health problems as a result.
It never ceases to amaze me how increasingly relevant healthier eating is becoming to people in this country. You can find people from both younger and older generations taking this topic more and more seriously. I just love that.
Both flights went off without a hitch. I gobbled up the complimentary peanuts and chugged down a Coke on the flight into Detroit. The flight from Detroit to London, Ontario was so empty that almost every passenger had their own row. Getting through customs was an adventure though.
Upon entering the customs gate after touching down in Ontario, all the passengers were told to go over to a side table and fill out a copy of the customs form that our flight crew was supposed to give us on the plane. Thanks Detroit flight crew.
Being a guy traveling alone on a one way ticket to a foreign country made my customs experience even more memorable.
“Sir, I am going to ask you to take a seat on the bench through those double doors over there”, said the twenty-something customs official. “Sure”, I replied, expecting this treatment ahead of time because my father pointed out that due to my above traveling circumstances I would probably be a prime candidate for a brief detainment.
“Is it possible to get my passport stamped?”, I eagerly asked.
“Sure, after we ask you a few questions.”
And with that I went through the double doors and sat down on the bench, occupying myself with watching Gary Oldman and Christian Bale trying to talk some sense into a half deformed Aaron Eckhart on my iPod Touch.
After a few minutes the young customs officer and his older customs companion escorted me into the next room where they had me set my messenger bag down on a counter next to a computer where they were searching through a database to see if I was one of America’s most wanted. The room was dead quiet and empty except for the three of us and after a minute or two the older customs officer seemed to get bored and left. I wondered if this was the most excitement they usually had around here. Were the London, Ontario customs officers the Maytag repairmen of their professional field?
Young Customs Officer couldn’t find anything for a criminal record (I guess the time I slipped an Andes Candy into my pocket at the local drugstore when I was three did not count. Maybe it was because my mother caught me shoving it into my tiny mouth as soon as we stepped out of the store.) and so he proceeded to ask me the same questions over and over again to see if my answers were consistent.
“I am up here for a wedding, officer.”
“My cousin Scott’s wedding, officer.”
“I have no other luggage because I do not want to give Delta anymore of my money then they are morally entitled to, officer.
“My parents brought it up with them when they drove up here earlier in the week, officer.”
“Yes, officer, I am attending a wedding up here tomorrow.”
“My cousin Scott’s wedding officer.”
“It is a one way ticket because I am riding back with my parents on Monday, officer.”
“Yes, only until Monday, officer.”
“My cousin Scott’s wedding, officer.”
“Yes I do like chocolate chip cookies, officer.” (Okay, he really didn’t ask this one.)
And then we finished with a nice search of my messenger bag. Just when young custom’s officer thought he was finished I pointed out yet another pocket for him to explore with his rubber glove encased hands. Being a friendly Canadian customs officer he was thankful for my cooperation.
With no criminal record, unswerving answers to his questioning and nothing suspicious turning up in my bag search he sent me on my way. It was only after I stepped out onto the curb outside that I realized he didn’t make good on stamping my passport like he promised. Darn you crafty Canadian customs officer—it was all a clever charade to avoid stamping my passport!
After a few minutes my mother picked me up from the airport and it was only about a short 10 – 15 drive to my Uncle Peter and Aunt Marlene’s place where we were staying. When we got there they had already set up the giant rented tent in their beautifully landscaped backyard for the following day’s ceremony. We just had to set up some more tables and chairs for that night’s rehearsal dinner.
There were also some munchies on hand that were prepared and laid out for us and other guests that evening. Mmmm…fresh veggies!
To be continued…
Talk to you soon!
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Talk to you soon!
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Saturday, August 28, 2010
300 Days Meatless!
Days 298 – 300!
As of this writing I have reached 300 days of being meatless. There is just a little over two months to go for my first meatless year.
I still feel great. This is the best I have felt in years and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Once again, thank you all for your support and positive feedback. This blog has reached over 7,700 visits since November. I don’t really know how good that is compared to other blogs, but I am happy with all those visits just the same. It means that on some level people are interested in healthier eating and that is one of the main points of doing this blog, to inform others about better food choices.
Here are just some of the highlights from my first 300 days of being meatless:
Gave up meat in the first place.
Celebrated the holidays meatless here and here.
Started Exercising again.
Started a Facebook fan page.
Started blog Tweets.
Been asked to speak at the Y about the blog and healthier eating habits.
Added weight training to my exercise routine.
Foolishly tried to go vegan (no offense to any vegans out there) The end result can be found here and here.
Looked at some of my old, unhealthy eating habits.
Stopped taking vitamins.
Finally discovered why the women in my life take forever when shopping for clothes.
Got a new suit.
At long last, for the first time in my life reached my weight loss goal.
And now 300 days of being meatless!!!!!!!
(Don’t worry, I will write about my Canada trip soon like I promised!)
Talk to you soon!
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As of this writing I have reached 300 days of being meatless. There is just a little over two months to go for my first meatless year.
I still feel great. This is the best I have felt in years and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Once again, thank you all for your support and positive feedback. This blog has reached over 7,700 visits since November. I don’t really know how good that is compared to other blogs, but I am happy with all those visits just the same. It means that on some level people are interested in healthier eating and that is one of the main points of doing this blog, to inform others about better food choices.
Here are just some of the highlights from my first 300 days of being meatless:
Gave up meat in the first place.
Celebrated the holidays meatless here and here.
Started Exercising again.
Started a Facebook fan page.
Started blog Tweets.
Been asked to speak at the Y about the blog and healthier eating habits.
Added weight training to my exercise routine.
Foolishly tried to go vegan (no offense to any vegans out there) The end result can be found here and here.
Looked at some of my old, unhealthy eating habits.
Stopped taking vitamins.
Finally discovered why the women in my life take forever when shopping for clothes.
Got a new suit.
At long last, for the first time in my life reached my weight loss goal.
And now 300 days of being meatless!!!!!!!
(Don’t worry, I will write about my Canada trip soon like I promised!)
Talk to you soon!
meatlessman@yahoo.com
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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Happy 80th Mr. Connery!
Day 297
Sir Sean is 80 today and he talks a little about his eating habits in this article here.
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Sir Sean is 80 today and he talks a little about his eating habits in this article here.
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Will and Acceptance
Days 290 - 296
Back? Yes, I am back from a weekend trip to—oh, now that would be telling now wouldn’t it? I will tell you all about the trip in the next entry. Maybe, hee hee.
Well, 42 weeks down and only 10 more to go to complete this meatless year, the first of many. I can’t believe I have gone almost 300 days without eating meat. To me, what is even more amazing is how much I really don’t miss it. Sure, sometimes when I smell it or see it up close I will actually salivate but I never truly crave meat beforehand, either actively or passively. I don’t sit around looking forward to an evening’s steak dinner or looking forward to a weekend BBQ’s grilled hot dogs and hamburgers.
Have you ever had a special food or dish on vacation that you loved but knew while you were consuming it you would most likely never taste of it again? You had to try to accept that this exotic dish would probably never be a part of your life again for reasons that they didn’t or just couldn’t make, sell or grow this amazing food or food dish where you were living at the time.
You know what occurred after that? You got over it and moved on. It may have taken minutes, hours, days or even weeks but you accepted the fact that that certain combination of succulent ingredients or special singular food would most likely never traverse your palette again.
Meat however is readily available all across America. I can have it anytime I want it. Most grocery stores carry a wide variety of your favorite cuts of meat, fresh or frozen. Twenty-four hour diners and even some fast food places make it easy to get a cheeseburger at any time of the night. I have accepted the fact that eating meat is no longer a part of my life and probably never will be again.
Amazing what someone can do without when one makes a real effort to actually do without it.
Lastly, here is a hint where I went this weekend:
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Back? Yes, I am back from a weekend trip to—oh, now that would be telling now wouldn’t it? I will tell you all about the trip in the next entry. Maybe, hee hee.
Well, 42 weeks down and only 10 more to go to complete this meatless year, the first of many. I can’t believe I have gone almost 300 days without eating meat. To me, what is even more amazing is how much I really don’t miss it. Sure, sometimes when I smell it or see it up close I will actually salivate but I never truly crave meat beforehand, either actively or passively. I don’t sit around looking forward to an evening’s steak dinner or looking forward to a weekend BBQ’s grilled hot dogs and hamburgers.
Have you ever had a special food or dish on vacation that you loved but knew while you were consuming it you would most likely never taste of it again? You had to try to accept that this exotic dish would probably never be a part of your life again for reasons that they didn’t or just couldn’t make, sell or grow this amazing food or food dish where you were living at the time.
You know what occurred after that? You got over it and moved on. It may have taken minutes, hours, days or even weeks but you accepted the fact that that certain combination of succulent ingredients or special singular food would most likely never traverse your palette again.
Meat however is readily available all across America. I can have it anytime I want it. Most grocery stores carry a wide variety of your favorite cuts of meat, fresh or frozen. Twenty-four hour diners and even some fast food places make it easy to get a cheeseburger at any time of the night. I have accepted the fact that eating meat is no longer a part of my life and probably never will be again.
Amazing what someone can do without when one makes a real effort to actually do without it.
Lastly, here is a hint where I went this weekend:
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sweet Rewards
Days 285 - 289
I believe that it is important to give yourself some small rewards along the path of a fitness goal—especially when it is a weight loss goal. Everyone has that something special they like to reward themselves with—whether they consciously realize it or not. The best thing about a special reward? It doesn’t have to be good for you.
One special reward of mine I find irresistible is Reese’s Pieces. Mmmmm…. Reese’s Pieces.
Yes, I like a good bag of, okay, I will say it again… Reese’s Pieces. They are all right to have once in a while as a reward for losing weight or sticking to an exercise plan, but they shouldn’t be an everyday—or even every week (in my opinion) food staple. Eat the healthy foods regularly, save the sweets and bad fatty treats for a special occasion or a small (emphasis on small) reward for losing weight.
Still…Reese’s Pieces are not my only unwholesome self reward. I am sometimes sorely tempted to eat half a bag of these in one sitting:
Mmmm….Ore Ida Extra Large Cheese Sticks….why can’t you stay out of my life for good?!
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I believe that it is important to give yourself some small rewards along the path of a fitness goal—especially when it is a weight loss goal. Everyone has that something special they like to reward themselves with—whether they consciously realize it or not. The best thing about a special reward? It doesn’t have to be good for you.
One special reward of mine I find irresistible is Reese’s Pieces. Mmmmm…. Reese’s Pieces.
Peanut Butter M&M’s are satisfactory but, to me, they simply pale in comparison to Reese’s Pieces. Mmmmm… Reese’s Pieces.
Oh E.T., you were so onto something wonderful. Why did our government mistreat you so? I love Reese’s Pieces to death even though I know they have little to no nutritional worth. They are ideal for the movies—especially the larger sized bags! Mmmmm…Reese’s Pieces.
Yes, I like a good bag of, okay, I will say it again… Reese’s Pieces. They are all right to have once in a while as a reward for losing weight or sticking to an exercise plan, but they shouldn’t be an everyday—or even every week (in my opinion) food staple. Eat the healthy foods regularly, save the sweets and bad fatty treats for a special occasion or a small (emphasis on small) reward for losing weight.
Still…Reese’s Pieces are not my only unwholesome self reward. I am sometimes sorely tempted to eat half a bag of these in one sitting:
Mmmm….Ore Ida Extra Large Cheese Sticks….why can’t you stay out of my life for good?!
Talk to you soon!
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