...on the mend...and dreaming in color!

So, I had surgery a couple of weeks ago. Nothing BIG or SERIOUS. Just bone spurs, but whatta PAIN, huh? Wheelchair for the first ten days or so, crutches around the house. Stairs? Well...let's just say that crawling, in a bathrobe in a medication-induced fog ain't pretty. My poor mother-in-law has seen more of my hairy nether regions than she cares to admit. Poor woman. Probably had nightmares. Anyway, I've been laid pretty low since the 26th of April. And, getting porkier, all the time. Uh huh, I'm damn near back at the weight I  was when I began this trek. Yeah, I know you're supposed to boost protein intake, in order to heal from ANY operation, even stupid little ones, but... I'm looking out my back window, and there's a little tiny bunny rabbit out there; you can JUST see his little ears. Reminds me of ME, looking at my feet; I can JUST see them, poking out from underneath me. Yesterday, I sat on the porch, and began taking loose nails out of the boards, in preparation to remove said porch for renovation. THIS morning, I think I'll continue, in an effort to again, get OFF my ass and OUT from in fronna this electronic addiction, and actually DO something that makes me sweaty and tired.

Meanwhile I've re-invented the frankfurter; of all the things a person could miss, going pescatarian, I miss frankfurters. Oh, yeah, and Lee's livers and gizzards. Possibly the three WORST things I could eat: not just organ meat, but DEEP FRIED, SODIUM-INFUSED organ meat. And hot dogs? If ya don't know what to have, eat a hot dog; they have EVERYTHING in 'em. Oh, yeah, reinventing them: I looked up 'home-made hotdogs' online, got a list of the spices, and then adjusted the weight of required meat and beef fat to the same amount of seitan. Dawn thought highly of them. As a matter of fact, she's eaten over half the recipe, for lunch this past week.  Here, try it: http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=1628956

I don't know if I've shared any recipes in the past, but go there; all the ones I've published are there on Spark People. Try 'em. Read 'em. Comment on 'em. Whether you're just interested in different foods, vegetable-based diets for YOUR sake, or the sake of annie-mules, or whatever reason, give it a look-see. As with this forum, I've received a couple of nice comments, which is very cool. It helps me overcome this nervousness, this fear of rejection from which I suffer.

And, speaking of rejection/acceptance...the other night, I was maundering, thinking grand thoughts, idealizing wonderful ideas, when, dreaming out loud, I said, "I wonder if Carlisle would be accepting of the idea of a COMMUNITY GARDEN?" My lifemate, my princess, my love answers back, "Whyn't you email the mayor? He's in your Facebook buddy list..."

So, I did. Emailed; set an appointment to chat with Hizzonor. Hadda reschedule. Then, last night, we met, and tabled some SERIOUS ideas. SERIOUS thought. We even went and visited the one primary site where this could happen. Can you say "PUMPED"??? Holy Mother Earth News, dude, we're all smiling as we  leave that grassy field, because a) it CAN be done! and b) the far-reaching ramifications can be ASTOUNDING.

All because my wife gave me the nudge. See what the right partner can do for you? See what having someone BELIEVE in you can do? Now, all we have to do is get it past Village Council, draft a mission statement, and get started. Maybe not THIS year; it could be too late. But NEXT year? Katie, bar the door!

When I started this blog, I had a certain direction in which I wanted it to go. Strangely enough, it's gone in the GENERAL direction, but not quite exactly where I had envisioned it. Yeah, it's still about getting better in mind, body and spirit, but it's not about ME. I don't give a fig to 'change the world.' I just ain't got the poop. But...I can make a small corner of it greener. Maybe if I pray, and ask God, and seek the help of my neighbors, I can be part of educating the next generation to feed themselves better, treat the land better, come together as a real community. And, not have such an uphill fight as I am.

I'm gonna go outside and play.

Heavenly Father, thank you for keeping me outta the skull-junk this morning. Thank you for an interesting meeting with Tim. May what I do, here, and what WE do, as a civilization, glorify YOUR name and expand YOUR kingdom...not for our sake, but Thine, and, as with all things, I ask these in the name of your victorious Son, Jesus Christ.

An update...of sorts.

Hmmm...another year has birthed, right under our noses. Remember that last full post? October 2010? Where I had an interview? I got the job. Yuppers. I did. Work at Dorothy Lane Market, Oakwood, OH. Been there seven months, now, and love it. You may have seen, in FaceBook, how I cook there, and bring home inspirations to share with my family. It's again' the rules to bring home actual RECIPES, so I commit what I can to memory, and heave forth from there.

BTW...speaking of food, my darling dearest has been on a vegan kick-start for the last two weeks. That ends Sunday, which is Easter. I've been working the REST of the animal kingdom out of our menu, for the time being, and she's at the crux of a decision: vegan or simply ovo-lacto-pescatarian. Harder to say, but somewhat more enjoyable, for yours truly. S%it, I ENJOY the challenge of veganism. I just like fish. And eggs. And cheese. Yeah, I'm a dairy kinda guy. Don't get me wrong, I made a vegan pizza a couple weeks back, COMPLETELY vegan...and the cheese-alternative was, while not exACTly mozzarella, a pretty interesting substitute. People ask me if FISH don't suffer gross injustice and horrendous abuses. I'm not sure. I would guess that they do. Nah, I'm sure. Factory-farmed ANYTHING is wrong. I just cling tightly to the fact that since January of 2010, I, personally, have eaten NO footed critters. I do eat dairy and ocean fish, but in WAY lower quantities than I used to. If I could find compassionate sources for these products, I would gladly switch over to them. I may be naive, but now, I can pass by a field of cows and not feel quite so bad.

Gardening time is almost here. Time to set out seedling pots, and start watching for the emerging plants...I grabbed some seed-corn out of one of t local fields, last autumn, walking with my Babe. Can't wait to just plant it, to see what comes of it. I just wanna say that I planted and grew corn. For the hell of it. I also grabbed some jalapeno seeds from a pepper I dressed out at home, and one from work. It was a fat-boy; maybe if I can cross the two... Oh, crap, I don't really care, I just wanna say that I've GROWN jalapenos, MYSELF. And, research the technique of SMOKING them. My own chipotle...(http://bbq.about.com/od/fruitandvegetables/ss/aa100607a.htm)

Alla this in light of the fact that I face another surgical procedure next week. Bone spurs. If nothing else, I can tend the vegetables, George, and cook, sitting down a LOT when I need to. And, while I'm here, maybe I need to come out of the closet: I want to WRITE. I have tons of story lines in my head. And, I waste enough time in front of the computer to have written "War and Peace" three times over. So, how about a resolution:

Every week, from here out, I'll write for TWO HOURS a week, on one of my days off. JUST two hours, followed by something NON-COMPUTER for the resta the day.

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Ten months...

So, here we are, on the twenty-second of October. I would guess that I've been meat-free for about ten months, now, and have the blood work to show for it. The icebox is still a mayhem, however, because Momma still insists that she buy and buy like we were all still carnivores, not just her, Dyllan and our new addition, Bethany. Oh, hell, I'm not knocking it. Or them. I don't expect my twisted belief system to become anything like a trend, any time soon. Dawn and I just choose not to partake in the flesh of footed animals. No soapbox, no sermon. We don't eat things with feet.

I've been out of work for a few months, now. Not such a long story; just not gonna share it. Fallout? Wow. Based upon said job loss was the loss of three of my children (temporarily? In whole or part? Who the heck knows. Certainly, yours truly has no clue.) Also in the wings were a union hearing, a court hearing, and two impending department of labor hearings. 

At first, I waited to get my job back. And, applied for jobs and jobs. Then, I gave up on getting my job back, and applied for even MORE jobs. STUPID jobs, jobs relative to what I had just been doing, any job...over 80 apps have been sent out, over 80 disappeared in the wind. I've had a couple of interviews...but got 'Dear Johns' out of alla them. WTH...times are hard for everybody. ONE bright note is that we were able to refinance the primary mortgage on our residence, and save a WAD of money; which, sadly, will have to be applied to our rental in NY state, because the damned escrow shortfall boosted THAT payment to a new level. Again, WTH. The sun shines, and the rain falls, on everyone.  I'm thinking about a new raincoat, because I'm over fifty, I'm disabled, and I have a frame-up against me. I do believe that I've joined the ranks of the unemployable. Call me a pessimist, but I have to say, I've applied for jobs that the only qualification appears to be that you can fog up a mirror, and been blown off. Hell, I can't even get a spot as a Walmart greeter...and you've SEEN some of those folks. 

BUT!!!

Before I get too ensconced on the pity-pot, I must needs take inventory: We still HAVE two houses, with three mortgages, upon which we still CAN make payments. We still have food on the table, and haven't been forced to decide which of us can go hungry tonight, for the honor of the rest of us eating. We still HAVE medical coverage, so our health needn't go begging. We still make our weekly offering to God and His church (Tithe? Not tithe? That's between God and us; I'm not telling, and I'm sure He's not gonna spill the beans, either) because HIS glory is WAY greater than MY troubles. Screw you, satan. (No capitalization of his name; he doesn't get the respect of that convention.) Dawn and the kids still love me; our new grandson loves me (I'm pretty sure, anyway) and even our son, Dyllan's girlfriend is fond of me. And...I'm still clean and sober. Still. And, until roughly 0615 tomorrow morning, I'm firm in the belief that God has a plan for me, and, 24 hours at a time, He'll continue to keep it in place until I discover what it is. Until then, I think I'm gonna get up off my less than fat ass and DO something. 

Yesterday, I mowed the lawn, mulching the leaves, collecting them and placing them in the garden to add organic matter to the soil (which, if I left it alone, would be PERFECT for bricks.) The garden is out; the ornamental plants are gone, their potting soil screened and sealed in buckets, ready for next year. The big limbs are cut into pieces for the fireplace, the little limbs for a bonfire (Dyllan and Bethany think those are romantic) and the outside is nearly done for the year. Maybe another day's work to finalize that. 

Next, to put the final touches on the remodel that began LAST year at this time. Putting that to bed will be a relief. I let it get away from me, grew lazy, got overwhelmed...my own damned fault. Dawn deserves better. God expects MORE. It's called "stewardship." Time to get out from under this keyboard. Facebook, Yahoo and all the other electronic meth will still be there when my work is done. And, to be sure, no one will miss me while I'm gone. If they do, they can always text my cell phone. Besides, I've done the obligatory 'two job applications' for the department of labor this week. 

Hmmmm...just got off the phone with the absolute FINEST grocery store in the area; perhaps the state. They wanna look at me for one of their cooks. I have an interview in a few hours. Gotta shave my head and face, suit up and show up. See ya later.

Hey, Daddy? Just in case this is the job You had in mind for me, please don't let me blow the interview. And, thanks in advance FOR the interview. I...WE appreciate it.

Huh? Wha...? Oh, crap, I fell asleep!

Not really...I just didn't DO this, since last time. BUT...I'm now down to TWO HUNDRED EIGHTEEN POUNDS! I started at 238...down to 218. That's twenty pounds; four bags of good sugar (five bags of that cat-head stuff)...2.25 gallons of oil...10 bags of confectioner's sugar...a large bag of potatoes. Think of it THAT way, and it's brought into focus...think of carrying that extra stuff around in your arms all day. Ugotz!

Another thing: I'm outta the size 42's, and into the 38's. Uh-huh: my trousers are all falling off my non-existent (_)_). Daddy always said that I have no butt; down south here, they say 'you're built like a milkin' cow...all gut, and no butt...' I started wearing uniform shirts that are one size smaller, too...and they FIT!!! 

I'm still eating no meat. Thinking along the cruelty lines, now. Difficult to forgo fish...not to make light of THEIR suffering; I guess I'm not ready to give it up. Fish was in no way as unhealthy for me as footed flesh. I am still having fun with seitan and vital wheat gluten-based meat replacement. And, dabbling in Thai-style noodles. Thank you, Jungle Jim's International Food Market http://www.junglejims.com/ for the rice-noodles and big, fat udon.I love Jungle Jim's; I buy my durum flour there, too, and some of my nice sauces. There's a KICKING chili paste out there that rocks my world...hot, zesty, lingering; wow, it's almost like a kiss from my Princess!

Twenty pounds lost...this means that not only have I reached my goal of fifteen pounds, to buy that sausage-stuffer, but have a nice five-pound buffer zone to keep between me and obesity. You remember the sausage-stuffer. To fill vegetarian casings with seitan, and eat, fresh, or smoked. Noooooooo, I am NOT going back to meat. Just for today. And, at least until I finish lunch, tomorrow. Same way with this, as with alcohol. I'm powerless. I start an abbruzzese, I FINISH it. I start a soppressata, I FINISH it. One slice at a time, one chunk at a time... I overeat like I used to over-drink, mea culpa. There was no 'enjoyment...' just engorgement. Like De Luise said, the saying "Eat, you'll feel better," didn't make it so. I medicated with food, alcohol, cake, candy...whatever I could get my hands on. Now, I realize that my life is a delicate balance of caloric input, caloric utilization and the movement of energy from its stored state to it's utilitarian state. Anything else is wasteful, sinful. Gluttonous.

So...measurements. 

Weight: 218#

Body Fat: 30.5%

Water Content: 53.5%

Neck: 17"

Biceps:14"

Chest: 47.5"

Waist: 47"

Not so hot. I've lost weight, but haven't lost the inches like I would have been happy to see. Dawn, my diet guru, indicates gently that this means I'm losing MUSCLE MASS. I'm wasting. Again, not good. But, she says, that it's good for capo tosto (hard head, from the Sicilian dialect) like me to see that I'm not terminally unique. I have to WORK MY BODY to see some changes. That weight room is still MERE STEPS from my bedroom. I did, however, go in there to re-string my guitar, last week. And I took it over to play, at my church-sister's house, with my mother in law, today. So, I AM moving outside of my comfort zone. Baby steps. 

Oh, yeah, another step: We had a customer appreciation day at the store, this week; my committee mates and I planned, it, got approval for it, and executed it, successfully. I even put on makeup for the deal, and played my clown character all day...AND cooked samples, and waited on customers, too. Have to tell you, I was nervous. Scared, to be honest. And, I felt the need to grab another brother of mine, and ask him to pray with me, before we started. Now, I pray pretty much every time I pick up a knife and start work, or before I step outta the car, in greasepaint and hair, to entertain the crowds. This time I needed something extra. First multiple-hour engagement in forever. Two or three hours, okay. Several parades in one day, okay. Nine hours in paint? Been a long time, since I've rock-and-rolled like that. This was multi-tasking: performing, cooking, service-counter attending and more. Whatta trip. And, God in His infinite love and caring, supported me through all of it. 

I'm still standing, still achieving goals, and basking in the never-ending blessings of an incredible God. For this, Father, and for that which is to come, I am truly thankful.

Oh....by the way...

I haven't been as diligent as I could be, with the measurements. That's because I haven't walked my lazy ass across the hallway to use the Faux-flex...the weight machine in my son's old bedroom. But...I DID walk last week. That makes ONCE A WEEK that I circumnavigate old 922...only LAST week instead of double-looping the store, I went ONCE around the building, and once around the parking lot. It was cold...under 28, as I remember. And EXHILARATIN', may I add. Somewhat more than 'kinda brisk.'

I hate to admit it. I had another industrial accident, much to my embarrassment...and to the chagrin of my department head, store manager, and Risk Management down in Cincy. I've been ordered to light, one-handed duty for no less than six weeks, and had a cortisone injection. I also have to wear a sant'antonio BRACE on my LEFT hand...which, coming on the heels of my RIGHT hand coming back online, is a rather appreciable PITA. And, we're not talking Middle Eastern flat-bread, either. But, in all this, I've been assigned to Miss Tiffany, as her aide-de-camp. And, her office is on the second floor. And the particular project in which we've been ensconced this week is located ACROSS the store...on the second floor, also. No elevator, thank you. WTH, it's just ONE FLOOR. But...you have to walk DOWN one flight...across the joint...and then UP one flight. Repeatedly. All day. It's about an 85,000 square foot store. 

But....

My arthritic frikkin' knees...which had been ACHING excruciatingly these past months...don't HURT. 

My knees...do NOT...hurt. It's 2240hrs, I've been running up and down stairs, across the store, up and down off step-stools all day, and these old knees feel GREAT! No extra celebrex. No NSAID's. No lidocaine patches, no Flector patches...not even so much as an Ibuprofen or ANYTHING! I've lost almost the whole fifteen pounds I wanted to lose, in the first step, and I feel SUPER, dammit! One more pound. Sixteen ounces. I can do that ASLEEP!

What a difference, and I haven't even really TRIED. Just...gave up meat. Which created a craving for more protein. Which I feed with plant-based protein, and augment with OTHER plant-based nutrition. How wild. Far OUT, man! Far OUT!

Keep pushin', keep pushin', keep pushin', keep pushin on...

Well, best beloved, it's been another week. Down to 223#. Exactly. That makes it official. I've lost FIFTEEN POUNDS since the first of the year, and pretty much without any silly-(_)_) 'resolutions.' Now, I can go buy that sausage-stuffer on eBay...if I still want to. I still have to think about that one. Maybe I don't NEED another toy in the kitchen.

Over the last week, I've been doing research...again. Found out that there's a form of seitan that is leavened. In Chinese, it's called kao fu (烤麩); Japanese, sukiyaki fu (すき焼き麩). The traditional preparation calls for leavening with baking soda. Ever the non-traditionalist, I went ahead and used yeast and sugar. Oh. Em. GEE!!! The stuff kicks BUTT. First one was just plain gluten, with spices. Nice texture, nice feel, great taste. Next one incorporated sun-dried tomatoes and garlic. Hoo-BOY. I've eaten it fried with eggs, cold by itself, over nine-grain with sauce and mozzarella, in a panini with steak sauce and Swiss cheese... Now, I wanna incorporate honey, cocoa powder and pistachio nuts into it and make a Seitanic dessert...this stuff is really and truly versatile. Slice it thin, layer it with low-fat ricotta, cinnamon, splenda...ya think?

I also made yaki-fu stew this week. Vegetable broth, carrots, onions, peppers, red pepper flakes, mahi-mahi, kombu... then I threw in udon noodles. Put the fork in, Mother, I'm done. No...not low-carb. But, low fat, high fiber, and VERY high protein.

I'm having fun. I'm eating healthier, and having a good time with it. I'm also driving Dawn NUTS, but she loves me. Wheat gluten just isn't her thing. But that's okay. I'm not exceptionally fond of "Biggest Loser," yet, it inspires her. I respect that. We're in a race, together...making each day count, making the best of the time we have together, because, Lord knows, those days are NOT indefinite. As with the Program...it SHOULD be fun. God didn't put us here to be mopes. He put us here to celebrate Him, be useful and prayerful. But, most of all, He put us here to be joyful. 

Daddy, I'm joyful. Really, and honestly. As I head into another birthday, I know there ain't a darn thing I want. And, by Your grace alone, I have all I need. Thank you for the walking I got done this week. Thanks for another set of seven days, sober. And thank you for letting us get to that concert, as well. Fun times.