Falling Down (with Hummus)

Happy thanksgiving. 

That’s it people, I’m off the wagon. I have not been to a weigh-in in two weeks, and I’m back to my old addictive behavior– gorging at night, damn the consequences. Heartburn. At least I’m going to the spinning classes at the gym, which means the earthwards tumble has been slowed down a little. I’m not sure what the damage is yet, but I’ll know on wednesday. .  . . And it’s not even Christmas.

Here’s a comfort food of mine, a kind of spackling that fills you up nicely for not a lot of points. I will make a lot of this in the near future.  

Reasonable Hummus

2 teaspoons olive oil

2 onions. chopped

3 garlic cloves. minced

1 (19-ounce) can chickpeas, rinsed and drained

3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice

2 tablespoons tahini (sesame paste)

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper

In a medium nonstick skillet, heat the oil. Add the onions and garlic; cook, stirring as needed, until the onions are softened, about 5 minutes.

In a blender or food processor, puree the chickpeas, lemon juice, tahini, salt and pepper with the onion mixture. Refrigerate, covered, until chilled, at least 1 hour.

per serving: 89 calories, 4 g total fat, 147 rng sodium, 10 g total carbohydrate, 3 g dietary fiber, 3 g protein, 37 mg calcium.

Servings: 8; points per serving: 2

Instead of pita, serve with 0-point delivery system (sliced zucchini, cauliflower, tomato slices). 

Hm. I Lost Weight.

I weighed in, lost three pounds. I’m finally below the median I’d been stuck at for a month. That is good. In the past, whenever I have lost weight I’ve come home and celebrated with a big breakfast. Not today, because I have a fatalistic streak. Heck, I wrote a book about failure once. Whenever something seems to be going ok, two questions start nudging at me: how long can this keep going? when is the other shoe going to drop? This is also why I am such a bad poker player (other than my head starts hurting after an hour of intense concentration). As soon as I start amassing chips, I get all worried that I’m going to lose them, which means I stop taking risks and become very easy to read. Which in turn leaves me open for pillaging. Today, when I came home, no huevos rancheros, pork and beans, toast with the wife’s Bonne Maman strawberry jam, coffee with real creamer. It was egg whites with vegetables, Coffeemate, and the New York Times. Diet soda chaser. Maybe 3 points total. I’m hoarding my chips, and feeling like I’m about to lose them.

I think I need to sleep more.

Another Weigh In.

Ah, nuts.

Is it being forty? Some hormonal thing?