Turning off my milk intake

Bye bye dairy

A week after guzzling down this amazing raw milk, i fuckin got all bloated again. Dissapointed. But moving on.

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raw honey + crew =beautiful cup of love

I have no qualms with drinking only black coffee, but  I am attached to the process of concocting my own creamy coffee cup— sort of an art form and that completes my morning.

My typical morning sequence is waking up, kissing my sleeping hubby and take out the heavy cream off the fridge… I do that, day in and out and even during the weekend.

Before moving here in the U.S.,I packed three bags of a local Philippine coffee called Kapeng Barako in my luggage because I know I will be depending on it everyday.

Kapeng Barako is dark roasted, less acidic and packs a real punch, theres nothing like it in my palate.

I live for that and took pride in creating my own special type of brew, I abhor the green ubiquitous mermaid lady that made coffee an overpriced commodity;  as much as I can. Apart from exploitation of coffee farmers, methinks they are incredibly overrated, heavily sprayed with pesticides as well as they just don’t really taste good.

Going back to my long love affair with that dark cup—

For years, the partner of my kapeng barako in the Philippines  is  powdered milk, but since powdered milk here in California is just the crappy one from nestle, liquid milk with has a ton of sugar, I said no thanks.

I now subsist on the 4.99 pack Grinded  Dark Roast from Trader Joe’s, which  has a nice earthy taste to it provided I brew 5 spoonfuls to a cup of water, not near as delicious as kapeng barako but almost the same.

I forgot how I discovered about on using whipped cream, to my cup, but an alarming 12 grams per tablespoon of condensed milk made me think that perhaps it also contributed to my weight gain.

For now, temporarily, I fantasize on loading up on my organic, pasture-raised Trader Joe’s heavy whipping cream swirling in my dark cup as I make it first thing in the morning. However, I am rethinking my raw honey this time around.

 

Saturday torture

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First was the forty minute treadmill where I ran for abouy 15 mins back to back straight. I was feeling my new running shoes that I DID NOT feel any pain so I trudged on.

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Then I feel extra masochist so while watching a youtube interview, i hopped into the elliptical.
Since it wasn’t done yet, and I saw my hubby, I slipped next to him at the stationary bike for an additional 30 minutes or so.

If theres mindless eating, what I committed was mindless exercise hahaha.

rebooting

So here it is, the inevitable, the most abominable…
the dreaded post-wedding weight gain!
I clearly remember, several weeks after coming here in California–
And I was whining to my sister in law about how everything is freakin abundant here. About how much food is served compared to where I came from.
And then she said… “girl, you have to be careful about the after-wedding weight gain… look at me.”
and then she recounted how slim she was prior to getting married. A size 4 and now shes twice her size, three years after her wedding.

While I am never really that tiny, my weight for my height was considerably decent for me back home in the Philippines, and I exercise on a regular basis, my body thrives for it.
Fast forward almost three months later, I never keep track of the numbers, but I take note of my clothes.
I hate that feeling of getting into them. I exercise, yes, but I eat maybe twice or thrice the amount!
Goddamit!

investing in your health
After enrolling at this athletic club with my hubby, i normally spend on average forty minutes on the elliptical, and rowing, and just recently am loving the treadmill.
Despite the eight hour work, cardio at 7pm is really doing me good, and now focusing more on ignoring the crazy junkfood in the office.

I cannot outdo exercise when I eat twice as much as before.
I have to admit that I don’t give it much thought but now I really have to be mindful of eating.

(An almost) sugarless devils foodcake for my parents anniversary

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Its chillin now in the fridge. This is the parents cake. Why buy when I can bake and regulate the sugar?
2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1/2 c hersheys unsweetened cocoa
Bp
Bs
Salt
3 eggs
1/2 cup sugar
1 whole butter
1 1/2 cup hot water with milk and coffee

Ganache
All purpose cream and 1 block of bittersweet chocolate

Simmer the cream in low heat and mix with the chocolate. Set aside and let it cool.

Assemble the cake.
Sift the dry ingredients
Cream the butter sugar and eggs. Mix well with electric mixer.
Add half the dry and warm coffee milk cream to wake up the batter.
Put in a springform pan and bake!

Why I always opt for making my own?
For obvious reasons that its hella cheaper, I am also assured that I control the sugar and I can use the finest ingredients.
So there.

Notes next time:
Jus use 1 box of cream and use real hersheys chocolate.

Oh please as if the cuteness would entice me to be a crappy food.

My work enables me to experience the commercialized crap weeks before it actually hits the market.
Today was one of these days.
Just another day.

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Theyre annoyingly adorable yes.
They also have the dubs’ colors

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The fast food industry is just  nasty beyond words. The brand that handles this is no exception.

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However, I am not a food evangelist. So its fully ones choice if they want to eat it or not