You are probably wondering why I entitled this post "Wonderful Wednesday". I am wondering that myself, to be perfectly honest. It seemed like a terrific idea for some reason as I was heading home from my workout earlier (don't ask), but now I forget what that reason was! It doesn't really make any sense up there now, does it? Oh well, who cares! Perhaps it will come to me later.
I'm standing here in my kitchen, after an unusually hectic first few morning hours, attempting to choke down some old-fashioned oatmeal loaded with "superfood" ingredients - blueberries and walnuts (stringently measured to limit caloric intake while optimizing anti-oxidant benefits), skim milk and cinnamon (not limited stringently enough, in my opinion).
One might wonder how something that sounds so tasty on paper could be so disgusting to eat in real life. Well, wonder no more, my friends - with no thick, sweet cream, brown sugar nor enough blueberries and walnuts (what parsimonious grinch decided that a single tablespoon of blueberries would satisfy dieters? This dieter will wring his scrawny neck if she can discover who he is!) - what we have here is a glutenous, tasteless mush. Tasteless, that is, except for the obnoxious, up-your-nostrils (yet mysteriously useless at actually improving the depth of the flavor of the mush itself) legendary spice of sultans and kings: cinnamon.
Yegods, I hate cinnamon! I never really realized quite how much I hate it until this very moment. Seriously, is it any wonder that there are hardly any sultans or kings anymore, if this was their preferred spice? No doubt, sensibly civic-minded people ran 'em out of town for the sake of the greater good. They should have thrown their cinnamon sticks out after them!
Actually, I used to think cinnamon had a pleasant, homey aroma when I was younger (I still do, really, when I'm not being tormented by this health craze madness!), but even back then, I shied away from cinnamon hearts, cinnamon buns and all candies, desserts and especially drinks that are too liberally sprinkled with the stuff. Like coffee, cinnamon is the sort of thing whose aroma is far more pleasant to inhale - in very small quantities, preferably (let's just cut to the chase: the faintest whiff is more than sufficient for any normal mortal) - than a teaspoon of the actual spice is to actually eat or (horrible thought!) drink. Come to think of it, even when I was younger and took for granted a kind of misty-eyed agreement with our society's apparent love affair with cinnamon, it was far more likely the vehicle in which the cinnamon stowed its way onto my palate that I remember with fondness and continue to crave from time to time, rather than the wretched, overpowering powder itself. Apple pie and Christmas fruitcake owe far more of their memorable deliciousness to apples and dried fruits than to cinnamon, even if it is the aroma of that obnoxious twig wafting through the house which everyone erroneously remembers as the best part of all.
Anyway, enough about that. I have
(I will never understand why the government doesn't just put me on staff and be done with it: I have divined the solutions to countless vexing problems facing the free world and explained the true nature of humanity too many times to count, but to date, there have been no calls or letters begging me to head up an international Think Tank or similar. <-- Their loss, obviously.)
You know, I am a little suspicious of the whole "feel-good/heart-healthy/healthy-weight" craze in general, if I am to be completely honest. It all seems like a bit of a scam to me. There is no way - no way on gods' green earth - that any normal human being can master the complete so-called "healthy lifestyle" triumvirate. There is built-in contradiction. Sure, one can pursue one branch of this odious trio, but success in one endeavor nearly always will result in abject failure in one or even both of the others!
Take your typical "healthy-weight" diet, for example. Everyone knows that in order to make a bowl of lettuce leaves or a tasteless vegetable soup even remotely palatable, one must pour on about 4000mg of sodium (in the form of table salt, usually) just to be able to choke it down. Bam! There goes the blood pressure!
Likewise, in a heart-healthy diet, the combination of eating paper and hamster pellets (otherwise known as "whole grains"), enduring the watery blandness of vegetables cooked without salt and near-total meat-deprivation is usually enough to drive most normal people to load up on breads and sweets in order to make that extended life worth living. There goes the waistline!
And finally, need I point out how utterly incompatible the "feel-good" chapter of the trilogy has always been with both "heart-healthy" and "healthy-weight"? Those in the Know have come to expect me to tell it like it is, although I am nothing if not skillfully diplomatic. Let's just tactfully nod in the general direction of a well-known fashion celebrity who coined the pithy phrase, " Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels!". We all know where that poor young girl wound up in her pursuit of the "feel-good" branch of the Holy Health Trinity. It turns out that skinny does not actually feel good enough, after all!
Regular people know this instinctively. Consult any regular person and he will
There was a great deal more I intended to write on this topic, but I seem to have
But wait! I just remembered why I decided to name this post "Wonderful Wednesday"! My dear friend, Karen (whom I've never actually met but who would definitely be a dear friend if I did) has a nifty widget on her blog where the title of other peoples' blogs plus a few lines of their current posts appear in the margins of her blog. Yesterday, I noticed that there was a blurb from Yours Truly's blog on Karen's page which I nearly overlooked because it was
There at the top of the list was Carolyn Ann's saucily entitled post (that show-off!), which immediately grabbed my attention, and no doubt the attention of every single visitor to Karen's blog (that attention-hog!). Indeed, from its prominent position at the top of (
The trick is to wow them with a catchy title! That is
I love it when I have brilliant ideas! As frequently as this happens, I never grow tired of that
Good Day to All!
Goodness - having twice as many followers as yours truly isn't enough? You're a greedy woman, Ms. Hall.ReplyDelete
As for your holy health triumvirate, forget the weight loss part (it ain't happening after menopause, anyway), and go with the feel-good/heart-healthy thing, which can be accomplished entirely by the regular imbibing (imbibement, imbibiction, imbibation?) of red, red wine.
You're a cruel woman, Ms Pratt (pointing out my character flaws!).ReplyDelete
Menopause...damn! So that is why, although I've been subsisting on barely 1000 calories per day I have barely lost 5 pounds! Lord of the Dance! I can hardly take it!
Wait! You have given me the key to serene acceptance---pour me another cup of wine, Scott!!
"I Heard a Voice within the Tavern Cry, Awake, my Little Ones and Fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup run Dry." <- from my excellent father's favorite poem (Omar Khayyam"s Rubaiyat)
P.S. Ten followers! Ten! TEN!!!ReplyDelete
I was taught to always give a sexy title. Give a reader something to grab and make it POP! (no pun intended, hehe) My problem is that I can never create a title until I am done, but the good news is... there is usually a savvy bit of POP somewhere within my dribble. LOLReplyDelete
I loved your dietary challenged blog today. Nifty, you are one of the few people I turn to when I want a piece read and critiqued. I admire you for your talent in the written word and the strength & kindness within your soul. Just keep at it or what I have come to always say, “Just show up”.
Whada I do? :-)ReplyDelete
I discovered the secret to dieting: less of the stuff you like. I should write "The Secret Diet", quote lots of other people, add nothing to what they say and sell it...
Ah well. I've lost a few pounds, but not enough (yet) to get into those lovely summer skirts hanging in my closet!
"Less of the stuff you like" may help with dieting, but I'm not sure my Quality of Life Quotient can take the beating...ReplyDelete
And wait a minute - something's not fair here. How come Carolyn Ann gets to wear heels and pretty dresses, but doesn't have to go through menopause? (I know, I know, all spouses eventually "go" through menopause one way or the other) But still....
Excellent point, Karen. THAT'S what you did, CA! :DReplyDelete
Oh and by the way, my friends, "less of what you like" vs "Quality of Life Quotient" is exactly my point. Thanks for (stealing my thunder, you busybodies!) underlining my thesis! Cheers!ReplyDelete
ETA no way to cross out in comments. OH well, who cares? Use your imagination and no whining! :b