“Mix 1/4 cup of pumpkin puree, 1/2 cup of nonfat plain Greek Yogurt, 1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract and stevia to taste. It’s delicious, just 100 calories and full of fiber.”
For recipe, go to Simple Daily Recipes
Low calorie too! Source: Find additional photos and recipe @ How to Make JELL-O Oranges by Amber Atizado.
July 1, 2013. First day of 2nd half of the year.
Add 200 pounds to that little puppy up there and that would be me. Head bowed in shame. Or perhaps he’s trying to find his belly button. In which case, I’m in huge trouble.
I hit a new low. Or a new high depending on your perspective. 30 pounds over collegiate playing weight.
Suit pants are now snug. Feeling “things” growing over my belt loop. This discomfort plus increasing levels of humidity = a radiator that’s steamin’ and going to blow.
More in. Than out. More in. Than out. More in. Than Out. [Read more...]
“Our sea salt caramel gelato blends ribbons of sea salt caramel into creamy caramel gelato” and glides smoothly into my belly. This product should not be sold over the counter. Dangerous. No need to look at calorie count. It is also versatile. Straight up with no chaser for dinner last night. Two scoops on two slices of warm Zucchini Walnut Bread for brunch. Equally delectable.
Inspiration: To Lori @ Donna & Diablo for her comment on my Mario Biondi post. ”Mmmmm, that voice is like hot caramel….warm, sweet, enveloping….” I’d been on the hunt for caramel since the post on Friday night. And voila. Look what I found. Darn woman is solely responsible for soaring calorie counts.
My post this morning listed 14 SuperFoods to extend your life – - what heroic intentions. And now, we’ve reverted to this. 90 seconds of awesomeness. Now we’re talkin’…
DK Foodie Rating: 4.5 out of 5. (Discount for inability to taste and smell)
Kick off pre-game with Stuffed Cheesy Bread:
No Almonds. No Butterfingers. No Caramel. No Cookie pieces. No Chocolate chips. No Chocolate sauce. No Heath Bar crunch. No Gummy Bears. No Hot Fudge. No marshmallow. No fudge. No Reese’s Peanut Butter pieces. No walnuts. No strawberry. NEED. IT. RIGHT. NOW. No chasers. Straight up….
Every morning. Same ritual. Groan in preparation for the morning weigh-in. I take off every stitch of clothing thinking that my underwear somehow will tip the scales. (Am I a child?) I take a deep breath. My food intake from the prior day flashes by. Hoping for a miracle here – thinking maybe, just maybe, my super metabolism worked harder overnight – - given that I slept well and all. (Are you serious? This is going to be bad.) Then, I then step on the scale. Damn it. No miracle. And this is even after grinding out my work-out three days in a row.
Here’s the score card:
(*Who am I kidding adding decimals)
So, I just finished my run. And decided to tally up the tonnage from yesterday’s feeding frenzy – - and humiliate myself in front of all of my closest friends. GOING PUBLIC. LETTING IT ALL HANG OUT THERE. Here we go: