Day 15 – Exercise is Sleep. Broth is Gravy.

I will exercise after swallowing this sleeping pill.

The daily chart was not added today. My three hours of sleep just don’t get me all that focused. So, I forgot to check my BP before I zombied out the door this morning. Here’s the punchline: I mixed up my days and didn’t have to work the A.M. shift at the pool. I could have slept in an extra three hours. I got to the pool only to realize it. Oy!

By then I moved past waking up. Sleep was not an option. The pool is closer to my office than my home. So I left the pool and went to work. I got a 20 minute nap in, hardly enough for the day.

I have to return to the pool to teach lessons tonight and then bike home. That will be tough, but the sleep I will enjoy at the end of it will be worth it. Exercise is my Melatonin and Valium together. Nothing is more effective for a good night’s sleep.

Sleep is one of the things we need to improve our life. I know this diet should preclude exercise, but that means precluding sleep. I must exercise.

Plants…Oh Plants.


I cooked my first soup last night. It was Fuhrman’s Black Forest Cream of Mushroom Soup. I didn’t have all the ingredients. The beans I was planning to use were cooked in a salted broth. But I did have lentils and split peas ready. I didn’t have spinach either, but I did have kale. 

I chose this soup because it requires a lot of different preparations. I had to get soy milk which meant I had to make it, I had to get carrot juice which meant I had to make it. I had to saute the mushrooms and I chose to do the onions with it and use the resulting juice in the puree. I needed to boil a soup base and make the puree from it. Then I decided I needed more green food and added artichoke leaves, not just the fleshy part, the whole leaf.

That may not have been a smart deviation, but it still worked after I increased the mushroom content. Mushrooms; holy fungus they’re amazing. I knew I liked them, but now, they taste like the deepest meanings in a Tolstoy tome. I ate a quarter of the pan and almost decided to leave the soup and just add my greens to the pan. It turns out there is a Fuhrman recipe that does just that.

But I was there to make a soup, my first soup ever, my first attempt at real cooking. I couldn’t declare a victory, but I made an edible, even decent soup. It wasn’t great, but it was hearty, healthy and hunger satisfying.

I also made a balsamic vinaigrette. Penn may yammer on about apple cider vinegar, but it does not match the dual punch of balsamic. Balsamic is sensual and comforting.

Am I going overboard? Maybe so. But those first bites of real, SOS free flavor after a half month of only potatoes were tantamount to finally exiting Plato’s cave. Not everything was stunning but those that were made me feel like I was on my honeymoon, only this time we knew what we were doing.

My own carrot juice, soy milk, and almond milk demonstrated my laziness. I don’t strain them as most recipes direct. I don’t see the point. I am losing good parts of the food doing so and I don’t really want a light translucent liquid. I like my soups to be hearty and thick, like a bisque. When you keep the blended whole in, it turns broth into a this gravy or sauce.

You’re Gonna Need a Bigger Bowl

That’s gotta be a 2 pound salad.

The Vinaigrette had an analogous, but not identical result. It too thickened from the the unstrained soy milk, but not like a deep hearty soup broth, it looked and felt whipped. It reminded me of a mousse. I stirred it a bit and added two spoonfuls to a teeny bit of water and I had a creamy dressing.

My only problem was I didn’t have anything to hold all the salad I could use. My cereal bowl wouldn’t hold all the salad I wanted to put in it. I have always said that you don’t get full on salad, you only get tired of it. Now I have contradicting  proof. Three cereal bowls of cruciferous leafy greens and my vinaigrette later, I filled up. I over ate as much as is possible for greens.

My weight did not change. It was the same this afternoon as yesterday morning. Given how I enjoyed my first potato free meals, I call that a win.