Now it is not an regular pizza. What I do is get a "Mission Wrap" which has a net of 6 carbs. Which is very good as you carbs turn into sugar.
I toast it in the broiler for 3 minutes till it is nice and toasty. In the frying pan I sauté some shallots, mushrooms and button tomatoes. Add a dash of Mrs. Dash tomato/basil/herb spice mix with some oregano and red pepper. Occasionally I add some cut up ham. You can basically add any veggie or topping you want like black olives or pepperoni or whatever.
Then I take the wrap out of the broiler and flip it over to the uncooked side. Add the mixture from the frying pan with some fresh basil. Finally I add some coarsely grated Gruyere cheese which is the perfect cheese topping. Also some fresh Goat Cheese usually the garlic and herb infused one. Put in the broiler for two more minutes or the regular over for five or six minutes if you want to be more leisurely about it.
You have a delicious faux thin crust pizza with low calories and low fat with no sodium. We are really enjoying them.
It is almost like having a real pizza.
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It's all about carbs. Read that book that the Nazi nurse was always ranting about - she was actually right about that.
Do you deliver? Did you go to the DiBlasio swearing in, or just swear?
The weight loss comes from portion control. One these things is great and you don't need more to eat.
It is really satisfying.
My friend Dierdre was invited because de Blasio's wife is one of her biggest customers. He actually came into her store last week to get a gift certificate.
Her husband Vito (my best friend since first grade) didn't want to go so I don't know if they actually went.
Takes a ton of flavor enhancers to overcome the cardboard taste of that low carb bread.
True.
But those flavors make it worth it.
The wrap is just for crunch. I never would have done it if I wasn't forced to do it. But I have to admit it. It tastes pretty good.
At least you're cooking again! And finding some enjoyment in doing so. That is good news.
Paraphrasing Beckett's "I can't go on...I'll go on," my mantra should be "I can't be nice...I'll be nice."
But at least I'm not suicidal. That must be terrible, to be suicidal. Here's the thing. That's the Brooklyn Boy in me rephrasing "The thing of it is." Anyway, here's the thing: I just read a column in the American Spectator by Ben Stein in which, twice in the same column (he calls it his diary) he talks about people under such strain that they can barely keep from putting a gun in their mouth. I
think he's indirectly referring to his own despair. Although he never uses the word despair, what else but despair would drive some one to off themselves? We all have moments of despair. It's something to be weathered. I just can't get my head around the people who can't...weather it that is. Now this guy Stein has reached the big seven oh. That's another thing that I can't understand. He's financially secure and not in hopeless pain. So when you've reached old age or young old age, you've thrashed your way through the rapids of youth, early middle age and late middle age to arrive at the relatively calm waters of age age and you're not seriously ill...why are you writing about people (surrogates, IMO) putting guns in their mouths?
Update: no word yet from Arthur...hehehe...
Oh yeah, I should've mentioned this is the Ben Stein of "Bueller? Bueller?" fame. Or semi-fame.
I haven't read Stein recently but he doesn't strike me as the despairing type.
But whaddoino?
I like that pizza idea. I'm going to have a real one here in a day or two, then it's back to the dull stuff.
Ben Stein is the man.
As for despair, it happens.
Back when I was young 4 of my classmates killed themselves. Two of them were murder suicides. These days it would be called a cluster, but in those days it was just kids being stupid.
My take away was that they applied a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Some of them I miss to this day. One was a coworker who gave no indication of what she was about to do.
It's all too sad, in retrospect, and while we all come with an expiration date, I prefer to wait on mine - I am getting close to being the longest lived of my generation, so I want to hang in there if only to achieve that record.
It's good to have goals.
Grain carbs and sugar are the enemy...
All flesh is grass Isaiah 40:6
Having moments of despair is different from living in despair, which often follows a series of ungrieved losses and leads to loss of heart and death. Appropriate grieving (emoting in an uncensored way)can help to prevent the descent or provide a way out.
The progression down to the pit starts when desire (which gives birth to hope, anticipation and life)is met with disappointment.
Disappointment handled with the denial that what happened had significant impact (It didn't matter, It was no big deal, what difference does it really make anyway?) can lead to depression.
Depression, which numbs emotion and kills pain, while shutting down the opportunity to feel the counter emotion of joy, can make one less present and lead to disconnect.
Disconnect from others, ourselves, and Higher Power, results in desolation.
Desolation gives way to cynicism, loss of heart, and loss of hope, which leads to despair.
Despair, the complete loss or absence of hope, is one step away from death.
Death is the giving up of life.
MamaM, sometimes one has to do it though...to make a change of some sort. Wandering in the desert as it were.
The trick is knowing when you've hit or are approaching bottom. Or having at least one person who cares that will tell you when you're at or nearby.
And when you hit bottom you can bounce or splat.
Hell of a nine step program, MamaM. Frightening to consider which step one might have a tent pitched.
One of my favorite groups the past couple of years here. Money lyric: The trick of the devil is to make you think you're living in hell.
sometimes one has to do it though...to make a change of some sort.
You got it Cody Jarret. Been there, done that. Thankfully a bounce rather than the splat was the outcome, though an almost debilitating fear of a slide back down was strong until dawning light revealed different tools and new awareness on board.
windbag, from wherever your tent is pitched, your music is much appreciated. This one's especially lovely. And true about the trick.
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