I have lost 200 pounds. I did not do it through surgery – I don’t like knives and needles – or by joining a club, vigorous exercise, or rigorous dieting. I did it by gourmet cooking. To be precise, by cooking low fat, really delicious food. I love to cook as much as I love to eat. Food magazines are some of my favorite reading. I would feel deprived if I couldn’t have the sensuous experience of good food crossing my lips. This blog is about my perpetual feast, my passionate love of food, with recipes, photos, and occasional advice and principles that I have learned along the way.
In the interest of full disclosure, I did not lose 200 pounds all at once. In fact, I did not start out to lose weight. I had tried all sorts of weight loss schemes before, from clubs to bizarre diets. Nothing really worked, because I love food. So I decided I was comfortable with my largeness, and went on with life.
Sometime in about 1993 I was having “digestive problems”, and I remember a doctor telling me after some surgery that if I “ate a Big Mac, I’d sh-t for a week.” So I went out and bought a little fat gram counter and tracked my intake of fat for three weeks, restricting myself to 10% fat, and eating as much of anything else as I wanted. Sure enough, the stomach problems ceased. But given my more than generous girth, I did not realize I was losing weight. Indeed, I didn’t even own a scale because they didn’t make home bathroom scales that went up that high. A few months later, I went to the doctor because of a cold, and discovered that I lost 20 pounds. Then I got motivated!
Because I love food and eating, I began cooking interesting and delectable dishes to keep from being bored. I lost 150 pounds over three years. I sometimes ate more fat grams than I should, but I always returned to the same path. Pretty soon it became a habit. I kept my weight off for seven years, eating a bit more fat but always making sure I did not stray too far. Then, I started taking a medication for diabetes, and the side effect was weight gain. Over 3 years, I gained 30 pounds. I finally confronted my doctor and asked what sort of crazy doctor gave a fat woman a medicine that caused weight gain. I can see the future at 10 pounds a year, and I’ve already donated the clothes. So after a million medical tests and taking enough blood to start another person, we switched medications. I have now lost the 30 pounds plus many more. Mind you, I am still more than plump. Those weight charts show that I should lose 35 more pounds to be “normal”. But since I have never been so-called normal – in fact this is the least I have weighed in my adult life – I have no clue where I’m going or what I want to look or feel like. So follow my adventures as I keep on cooking.