There Will Be Butter

One unfortunate side effect to being laid off is the financially prudent cutting of services. My first-tier whack reduced my Pilates training and Biscuit's dog walking schedules, and is the reason for the impending breakup with the online trainer i've been working with for a year. As part of wrapping up our time together, I have agreed to a Two Weeks No Cheats challenge, which means i eat ONLY the meals he plans for me and nothing else for fourteen days. My prior record was eight days, so it will actually be challenging. 

The reward? I'm considering this a final exam of sorts and an homage to Trainer's support over the year, and I get to say "it was hard but i did it!" And hopefully I'll make enough progress to keep me motivated to continue working hard on my own. But the real reward? One whole day eating whatever I want. Whatever. I. Want. There's a physiological benefit behind his instruction, a reduction phenomenon called a refeed that i don't quite understand and don't really care to. When your trainer says "free day!" the only answer is "yes, please!" A guilt-free, totally sanctioned Augustus Gloop fest is going to go down. 

I'm thinking the first meal will be pancakes, with lots of butter and syrup, and soft-cooked bacon on the side. The place across the street from me does this decently. [You can screw up a pancake. Overcook it and serve it with cold butter pats, bleh.] Coffee with milk and lots of it--this will be going on all day. Then maybe i'll bake up some biscuits, or if i can't wait i'll pop some out of a can. They will be buttered liberally. Lunch time! Grilled cheese. Or macaroni and cheese. Something with cheese. Israeli couscous with cheese! And butter! OK, I might need a short break here. Then eventually I'll roll myself downtown for dinner at Momofuku, my current favorite place in town, for the insane steamed pork buns and other piggy goodness. You have to love a place that baldly states "We Serve No Vegetarian Fare." And then the pièce de résistance, Milk Bar cookies for dessert [these need an essay unto themselves, to come]. I'll see if i can fit in any peanut M&Ms and/or Twizzlers anywhere, and then i think that'll do it. You've been refed!