I have a chef house guest at the moment. Since he arrived, we’ve been playing a sort of table tennis. He serves up a delicious meal heavier in fat and carbs than I’m used to and I counter with a leaner, vegetarian dish. We both acknowledge and appreciate each other’s ability and taste. The only problem – for me –is that I’m being weighed down by his “good” food. I realized yesterday as I struggled to pull my jeans pass my hips that I need to change the rules. For the next two weeks I’ll be back practicing my game: Phase One of South Beach. That means absolutely no carbs – no alcohol, no fruit, no starch, no sugar –no carbs period. So for the next two weeks I guess you can say I’ll be whining and dining.
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