As one can tell from my three posts in four days, I am on Spring Break. Normally, I would call this "Easter Break," but my district takes the vacation at an odd time. So, here I sit, with only so many counters to clean off, laundry piles to tackle, and errands to run. I was overcome with an itch to write, so, blog I must.
Since Eldest Son has early release from his high school, I had the rare opportunity to take him to Annie's Cafe, our local-for-the-locals eatery. In the BLC (Before Low Carb) days, I would order their fabulous bangers and mash, since this wonderful place is run by two Brits. But, alas, I must be "mash-less," so I order my cup of chili with cheese and onions, and watch everyone else eat things that would eventually send me off in the throes of dire diabetic death.
Eldest Son, who is off with a hefty scholarship to a college on the East Coast in the fall, made my mother's heart flutter. He ordered a stuffed pastrami burger, didn't eat all of the bread, munched a few fries, but dipped them in Ranch dressing, not catsup/ketchup (aka "red sugar of death"): He avoids high fructose corn syrup in all of its insidious forms.
Needless to say, I am proud of him, not only for his success in school, but his tenacity in following the low-carb lifestyle. This is a young man who, most likely, is going to have better health than many of his contemporaries. In the wake of a generation that has been brainwashed into thinking that eleven helpings pf carbohydrate a day is the norm (thank you, you ADA morons and your foolish, diabetes-inducing food pyramid), he knows the truth. He not only knows, but practices, clean eating. He knows that his diet needs more saturated fat, and is doing all he can to incorporate more of it into his daily diet. He knows, believes, and does. He's seen and experienced the many health benefits of the low-carb lifestyle.
Some parents worry that their college-bound progeny will explode in a frenzy of partying, like berserkers on a bender. They should be more worried about all the carbage that their dorm's food plan will throw at them. The Freshman 15 is turning into type II diabetes and plaque-y arteries. My boy? The Carnivore King will endure, of that I am sure.
The Bionic Broad out.
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"Eldest Son, who is off with a hefty scholarship to a college on the East Coast in the fall, made my mother's heart flutter."
Dear god don't let him eat the food at school. I swear to god that Sodexo injects HFCS into everything they have.
When I went to college I gained 90(!) lbs in two years eating at the school cafeteria. I had lost a lot of weight before I went, on Atkins (before I understood why it worked) and I gained it all back.
Oh, and those bastards, they would serve us crap, and if it was parents' weekend, suddenly the food was good. And they charged an arm and a leg for it. I could have afforded to eat steak every day, all day, for what I paid for my meal plan.
Tonya,
I'm already making a list of nutritional supplements and low-carb staples that I can include in a care package every few weeks. I remember my college days. Erk.
Good to hear from you.
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