Linda Sue and Fluffy Chix Do The Cheeburger Cheeburger Twist!

Cheeburger Cheeburger strikes a chord - Oh, I Gotta New Song & It Goes Like This...

Sometimes decisions are difficult. It’s hard to choose who gets top billing this morning, Cheeburger Cheeburger, who became one of Fluffy Chix sponsors of the May 1 Giveaway, or Linda Sue, friend, and long-time recipe queen of LindaSue’s Low Carb Menus & Recipes fame!

Let’s start with my pal, LindaSue! If you haven’t experienced her recipe site yet, where ya been? You just fall off a log out in the hallow or somethin’? Linda Sue’s Low Carb Menus & Recipes is where Linda creates and collects recipes of the low carb/controlled carb persuasion. There are SOOOO many Induction Friendly (IF) and Diabetic Friendly (DF) recipes in her collection, you could eat for days and never make the same delicious recipe twice. Low carbers rejoice! Let the Macarena begin!

Ok, I'm gushing. Am I gushing? *sob* I am.
 

Shrimp and Cheese Grits Get A Texan's Blood Pumpin'

Day 4 - 2 Week Atkins Induction



Low Carb Shrimp N Cheese Grits makes everybody someone!

Who says ya can’t have cheese grits in a controlled carb world?

I beg to differ!

Them’s fightin’ words for “shore”. I had a big ol’ bowl of shrimp and cheese grits last night and slurped and moaned over every bite.

They were silky. They were unctuous. They stuck to my ribs like white on rice. Oh boy! Opey, tell Miss Bea they were shore nuff tasty!

The trick to eating cheese grits is the grit. As Vinny in My Cousin Vinny once asked, “What is a grit?” Well for most of the world,

Day 3 _ 2 Week Atkin's Induction

Last Night's Dinner - Brontosaurus Rex! I borrowed it
from Fred Flintstone and Dino.
TIP - Hungry for Ribeye but can't afford the $$$? Try buying
beef back bones (Last week's price $2.04/lb at HEB). It's like
eating a Ribeye Popsickle but brown. Mmmmmm Brown!
I heart you Brown. I must break up with you but can't cold turkey.

I have a bit of a diet dilemma going this morning. I'm not hungry.

You heard me.

I'm. Not. Hooooongry!

Really?

Like most of my adult life has been spent in pursuit of something to shut the mean hungries the hell up. But now, on day three, I don't want it. I can't conceive of a time when I would ever need food again. Can't think of eating.

You can't make me.

The end.

We all lived happily ever after.

Now mark it down in your calendar and circle it in red, cuz that doesn't often happen.

(I just lost my entire post. :( Let this be a lesson to all. NEVER. Ever compose in your WYSIWYG edit window. Always type it out in Word and then go to a Text doc and then only then, upload and edit. Dang you internet gremlins! Maybe they objected to the poopy reports?)

Day 2 - 2 Week Atkins Induction Challenge

Day 2 – SusieT Report

Weight 264 lbs (-2lbs), Pre-poopy
FBG - 103
Pain - 4
Mood - 9
Walking - 30 Minutes

Susie’s Comments –



Note to Self - Count Your Blessings!

As expected, I’m down a couple of pounds from yesterday. Water weight for certain. I was peeing like Secretariat yesterday so could almost feel the fluid departing from my swollen and inflamed body.

Even though I ate the ginormous half of a Kitchen Sink (that’s code for the Kitchen Sink that only has 1 beef patty in it, instead of 2) at Beck’s Prime last night, I felt peckish before dropping off to sleep and wondered if I would be able to sleep due to hunger.

And that started me off feeling I’m so very blessed to have a roof over my head and warm, abundant food in my tummy. Somewhere in America there are children who aren’t as lucky. That made me very sad. So I said lots of prayers and fell asleep counting my blessings.

Counting blessings is an excellent past-time! PMA is critical to success in all of life. Too often I get sucked in to my panic of the moment or start focusing on the aftermath of the cancer – all-consuming fatigue and widespread pain and neuralgia due to the chemo, surgery and radiation – and I feel resentful of it all. I play the “why-me” game. I whine. I waste time in negative thoughts.

Day1 - April 16 - 2 Week Atkins Induction

Are you ready? Surprise!

For the next two weeks, this Fluffy Chix will be following Atkin’s Induction – stringently. No on-the-fly aberrations, no in flagrante cheatorums, no creative ad libs, no shades of grey or whiter shades of pale – just good old, by-the-book Atkins Induction as the good doctor invented it!

Here are the rules -

1. Follow the Atkin’s Plan as per The New Atkins for a New You by Jeff Volek, Stephen D. Phinney and Dr. Eric C. Westman, based on the ground breaking work by Dr. Robert C. Atkins.

The Un-Barbquezation of Texas Barbequed Pulled Pork

Barbeque
By Robert Earl Keen

Texas Un-Barbequed Pulled Pork makes ya walk like a Texan!

When I was a little *girl*
Only one or two.
The first thing I did enjoy
Was a plate of barbeque.

…Ribs and sausage and a cold Big Red
Barbeque makes old ones feel young
Barbeque makes everybody someone
If you're feelin' puny and you don't know what to do
Treat yourself to some meat eat some barbeque

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Tuscan Kale Salad - It's Not Just For Breakfast Anymore

Now…Do I have your FULL attention?

Tuscan Kale Salad with Feta and Pine Nuts and a bit of
crumbled Low Carb Spinach Crackers with Pascal Manale Shrimp 

Look, I could sit here and probably create a cute story of how my mama hand-picked the kale from our back yard on Reed Road, when we were growing up. But the truth is to my knowledge, the only thing Mama and Daddy thought kale was fit for was as a decorative embellishment on a tray of fattening and wholly comforting appetizers, or maybe as a "platter carpet" for a plate of oozing and unctuous barbequed duck!

I was 48 years old before I figured out that I could eat the stuff planted in the border of my front flower bed. I was 49 years old before I decided kale was for kids and not for tricky rabbits!

So let me say that again slowly…in English. Kale is an acquired taste. Yep, I'm tellin' you the honest truth. I am.

Low Carb Zucchini & Yellow Squash Linguini With Garlic and Tomatoes - It's Gluten Free Too!

Zucchini & Yellow Squash Linguini served with
LC, GNS-Free Salmon Croquettes make a perfectly light meal.

Get Behind Me Satan (er, oommph, I mean Pasta)!

In the old, pre-low carb days – you could call it my PLC Days, I was a pasta ho.

Really.

People on the street inelegantly called out to me, “Hey, Pasta Ho. How ya doin? I see you’re wearin’ last week’s pasta on your booty today!”

*sigh*

It was true. I could “look” at pasta and simply bypass my mouth, tape it to my thighs and call it a day. Pasta was my kryptonite. And I would have happily eaten it every day and frequently did, alas my 314lbs of fluffiness. There was something about twirling and dancing with it. It was as much about the habit as the taste although my pasta was TDF! TDF! TDF!!!!

Oven Fried, Low Carb, Gluten, Nut, Soy-Free (GNS-Free) Salmon Croquettes

All The Flavor – Hold The Guilt!

Healthy, Oven Baked, Low Carb, Gluten, Soy, Nut-Free
(GNS-Free) Salmon Croquette Patties taste awesome!

Growing up in a three-bedroom house with five kids, a mom, a dad and grandmother often meant eating on the cheap. But even though Mama could out-frugal the entire neighborhood, food in our house never tasted less than marvelous.

Two cans of pink salmon cost less than a dollar back then and could feed a family of eight. Do you wonder why Salmon Croquettes frequently appeared on the menu with only slight resistance from Dad and the boys?

See, Mom had it figured out. Salmon Croquettes provided a great calcium delivery system for growing bones. They cost pennies to make, could be extended

Low Carb Sugar Free Chocolate Dipped Peanut Butter Eggs In a Post-Apocalyptic World

What a difference a year makes…

One year ago on Good Friday at 2:00PM, the telephone rings.

The face of cancer. Dead eyes. Profoundly grey in weeks.
Mid-stage of hair loss. Sick to death. No eyebrows. Few lashes.
And a moon face. Sweet. Cancer disfigures literally
and emotionally.

I’m pooped and don’t know why. I’ve been pooped for months with no clear reason other than being 48, post-menopausal, fat, eating poorly again (yep, another episode of The Days of A Backslider’s Life), and not exercising.

I pick up the phone, “Hello? This is Susie.”

“Hi Ms. Gibbs. This is Natalie from Dr. K’s office.”

“Hi Natalie and Easter blessings to you,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said. “Ms. Gibbs. Um. Well, Ms. Gibbs, we received the results from your mammogram today. I wanted to let you know I’m writing an order for you to have a biopsy on