That’s the funny thing. I usually eat half the plate at a restaurant and take the rest home…and I still feel overfull afterwards. The problem is the appetizers that come before the meal, they always look so good…
lisacurl I apologise, of course you are right. I sometimes forget that some people would prefer to be a victim than facing their past. Having gone through what I did as a child and being what I am now – I forget that not everyone has the innate strength I do. Thank you for reminding me. I can face the things that I went through because I am able to see myself for what I am, not for what those people wanted me to believe I was, not everyone is so lucky to have hit the abyss below rock bottom like I did. That last part actually wasn’t sarcasm – it is really what caused me to find my strength – I went past rock bottom.
Santo Rugger great Og on a pedal bike – I think I suffered a coronary just reading that! Sounds like it probably tastes good, though. I just wouldn’t be able to eat more than a bite before I started dumping!
congodwarf – my recipe is as simple as it gets (and relatively low-cal/low-fat):
1/2 stick butter (or low-fat margarine or I usually use the yogurt-based tub spread)
1 cup non-fat milk (obviously you can use any percentage that makes you happy)
1 16 oz jar low-fat grated parmesan cheese
1 clove garlic diced
Melt the butter in a saucepan – you want it just to melt. Throw the garlic in with the cold butter. Once the butter is melted, but before it can start to brown, add the parmesan cheese. Once the cheese just starts to clump up in the butter, add the milk, stirring until all the lumps are smooth. That’s pretty much it – I like to toss my chicken and broccoli into the sauce and spoon the sauce over whatever noodles I am using. It doesn’t make a lot of sauce, but it is very rich and doesn’t take much to make the meal a success. Bear in mind, those are rough measurements, as it’s a recipe I made up on my own.
Heffalump and Roo – yes, in fact, I didn’t notice the coffee enema part at first. She asked what I thought of the detox stuff – and it was crap, and I told her that. She then said “but, it’s part of a whole routine – didn’t you read the whole site? You have to do a coffee enema every day!” So, yeh. She knows about the coffee enema. Best part of this? While I do drink my Venti Americano every weekday, she doesn’t drink coffee at all. Yet, I am the one who finds the thought of a coffee enema disturbing?
WhyNot, point taken. I can still be flabbergasted when I see it in person. GAH!
Autolycus – I am ashamed I didn’t make the title more descriptive, so that you would grace us sooner. Just curious, you ever do a coffee enema?
Hey, I need to remind myself. I forget that it’s not just as easy as waking up one day and saying, “Hey, let’s face my demons.” I had to be forced into it by realizing it was literally life or death.
Also, I wanted you to know that this thread caused me to ask my husband, “Hey, have you ever had a coffee enema?” 
(He has not, but has heard of them, mostly in regards to quack diets, of course.)
I think that’s it exactly. And it’s very sad…until she has the strength to figure out what’s eating her, she won’t stop looking for the quick fix.
Hey, the spoils go to the swift. 
I remember your story. Egads, woman, I so admire you for pulling through what you had to, even though it sounds like you had little choice but to do so. Still, though your back was to the wall, you had to have enormous strength just to go through that.
Oh, and a belated thanks for your email last month. I did appreciate your suggestions, but an unfortunate conspiracy of events prevented me from responding.
And not to get into weird territory, but last night I had a dream about you. Some other Dopers were in it, but the only one I recognized was Autolycus.
That is really strange because last night I had a dream about WhyNot. She and I were going shopping for dresses at an outlet mall in Texas. It was odd.
Coffee enemas eh…?
‘One tall strong skinny latte to go. Do you want sugar with that? Or a funnel and hose maybe?’
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Clean up in Booth 2.
Heh. That’s ok. I actually didn’t expect a response. I have a couple of AWESOME body scrub recipes if you ever need them. They RAWK!
Anywho, my husband offered to give me a coffee enema this morning, he was giggling like a schoolgirl reading all the bad puns last night. Sadly, although I wouldn’t mind losing 20 lbs, I just had to decline.
Unfortunately, the dream I had last night woke me up & forced me to check my bank account – sometimes it’s a good thing to have “premonitions” other times – like at 3 am, not so much!
It’s funny, I normally don’t dream about Dopers. I think that was my first one, no doubt inspired by this thread. It had a strong food theme.
Hmmmm…I am almost scared now. A strong food themed dream, in which you recognised Autolycus? ooook :dubious:
A bunch of us were gathered in the back area of a Chinese restaurant. Even though they served food there (obviously), Autolycus brought a bunch of Chinese dishes that he’d cooked himself in his own kitchen. The food was good, but I didn’t want to fill up, because I was supposed to meet you at the Italian place around the corner. People were telling me to meet you there and bring you back to the Chinese place so we could all hang out together. I promised that I’d ask.
So I went to the Italian place. You were waiting for me at the hostess station. (You had come into town, sans husband and kids.) I was shocked at how enormously tall you were, something like eight feet. I then realized that I was standing on my knees. When I stood up, I discovered that you were a normal height. I kissed you hello. You said that you wanted to eat there, and not go to the Chinese place.
We got a booth, but were sitting together. I started kissing you on your cheek. You seemed to like it, but then you had to go to the ladies room. You were in there for an awfully long time (probably checking your bank account!), and I got bored and left.
I was walking back and forth between the two restaurants, being careful not to slip on the ice.
That’s when I woke up.
That’s hilarious. Considering how short I really am – once in high school, we did a children’s play. I was (of course) the Wicked Stepmama, and one of our football players (a big guy, but not massive) had to propose to me. On his knee, he was still 3 inches taller!
I do find the dream to be very interesting. Food and sex and I left you for the bathroom. Hahaha. At least there was no coffee involved.
Well? Did we find anything good?
We found a few things, which is odd because I almost NEVER wear dresses, but the funny part was that your daughter was with us and she kept saying, Why, mama?" and I didn’t get why she was asking you why over and over again and you said, “No, she isn’t asking me why, she is saying WhyMama. That is what she calls me, you know.”
It was pretty funny.
I have no idea what you were doing in that bathroom! For all I knew, you brought a French press and a siphon hose in there. You certainly were taking long enough.
You were 5’4" in my dream.
And there was no sex. I mean, I could tell you wanted to, but I was keeping you at bay. coughslutcough The kissing was nice, though.
Well, “Why, Mama?” is certainly a large portion of her vocabulary. It probably comes right after “I do it!” and before “What dat name?” (What is the name of this item?) in frequency!
But in real life, she calls me by my first name, more often than not. :rolleyes:
On the rare occasion that I have to pick up something quick, my options are limited to McDonald’s, KFC and Taco Bell (conveniently located in the same plaza-- the latter two in the same building). I’ve found that children’s meals or the “snack size” portions are more satisfying, as I don’t feel disgustingly huge after a meal, even if I’ve finished the whole thing.
I have to admit that, for a while, I thought the pills were going to help. If I didn’t combine it with diet and exercise, it didn’t do anything; if I combined it with diet and exercise, it gave me a very slight boost for the first couple of weeks. I’m much better off watching my portions, cooking healthier food, incorporating more raw veggies*, and getting exercise when I can.
[sub]*In all seriousness, it’s a million times more satisfying now for me to have a good small salad or some cut-up veggies as a snack rather than salty, preservative-laden snack foods.[/sub]