I have to admit, I love pasta. It’s my go to comfort food. But I have quite literally worked my ass off to get the weight off after having 3 kids in 4 years, PCOS, and a lifetime of bad decisions. I eat pasta very sparingly these days. It’s hard to pass on my mom’s lasagna. Although she is of Irish descent, not Italian, sharing this article with her she was like “what do you mean he doesn’t eat pasta?”. Haha Anyway, I spend a lot of time at the Italian eatery down the shopping center from the theater. The owner and most of the hostesses know me, and the bartender knows my order by heart. It’s my own personal Cheers experience. It’s actually where I am sitting right now. When I come with my mom we split the chicken parm, when Riv and I come we get salads and mozzarella sticks. I am currently sitting at the bar, having my second old fashioned and have already polished off my side salad. I head into Riv’s performance in a few minutes. What inspired my desire to comment on this thread, is my by vantage point, I can see all the to go orders. Not a single person that came in for carryout would be considered a healthy weight. We are killing ourselves for the sake of comfort. I have battled the scale for too long and have found healthier ways to achieve the comfort food experience. I love this place, but I am careful in my ordering. I have a dear friend who is trying to lose weight. She, her husband, and one of her kids have surpassed the obesity threshold. She told me she learned that her husband and her son have being eating fast food twice a day for months, and due to the time timing of those excursions don’t eat dinner (full meals) until 10 at night. I told her they are literally killing each other. It’s harder, I think, when other lives are involved. My ex-husband could not have cared less about my weight loss ambitions. Quite frankly, the better I did (in all aspects) the worse we did. I have lost nearly 100 pounds, he didn’t notice until after 50lbs and only because our youngest child called him out on it. His opinion was I was on a weight loss journey not him, so he could continue to bring cases of Oreos and other “contraband” in without consequence. All that to say, what we consume is so important and it might be easy (and even cheaper) to fall into old failsafes but they don’t serve us. Give me a medium rare steak with a chaser of bourbon any day over the starchier sweeter alternatives.
I got to give it to you Rick. Your writing has voice. YOU—your personality, humour and character—clearly shine through your writing.
Weirdly enough, I just ate pesto pasta for dinner...
I'm sorry to hear that, Ishan. I hope you're able to find a better meal for tomorrow.
(And thank you for the kind words about my voice as well!)
Hahahaha, I seriously laughed out loud at this comment XD
Oh man. That photo at the end. Just perfect.
I will continue defending pasta in all its forms and variations. We will meet in the battleground again, my friend.
I have to admit, I love pasta. It’s my go to comfort food. But I have quite literally worked my ass off to get the weight off after having 3 kids in 4 years, PCOS, and a lifetime of bad decisions. I eat pasta very sparingly these days. It’s hard to pass on my mom’s lasagna. Although she is of Irish descent, not Italian, sharing this article with her she was like “what do you mean he doesn’t eat pasta?”. Haha Anyway, I spend a lot of time at the Italian eatery down the shopping center from the theater. The owner and most of the hostesses know me, and the bartender knows my order by heart. It’s my own personal Cheers experience. It’s actually where I am sitting right now. When I come with my mom we split the chicken parm, when Riv and I come we get salads and mozzarella sticks. I am currently sitting at the bar, having my second old fashioned and have already polished off my side salad. I head into Riv’s performance in a few minutes. What inspired my desire to comment on this thread, is my by vantage point, I can see all the to go orders. Not a single person that came in for carryout would be considered a healthy weight. We are killing ourselves for the sake of comfort. I have battled the scale for too long and have found healthier ways to achieve the comfort food experience. I love this place, but I am careful in my ordering. I have a dear friend who is trying to lose weight. She, her husband, and one of her kids have surpassed the obesity threshold. She told me she learned that her husband and her son have being eating fast food twice a day for months, and due to the time timing of those excursions don’t eat dinner (full meals) until 10 at night. I told her they are literally killing each other. It’s harder, I think, when other lives are involved. My ex-husband could not have cared less about my weight loss ambitions. Quite frankly, the better I did (in all aspects) the worse we did. I have lost nearly 100 pounds, he didn’t notice until after 50lbs and only because our youngest child called him out on it. His opinion was I was on a weight loss journey not him, so he could continue to bring cases of Oreos and other “contraband” in without consequence. All that to say, what we consume is so important and it might be easy (and even cheaper) to fall into old failsafes but they don’t serve us. Give me a medium rare steak with a chaser of bourbon any day over the starchier sweeter alternatives.