Dieting isn’t about not eating. It’s about eating the right foods.
Mostly, what I’ve learned through the years is that less is more, but more often is better. Once your body knows it won’t go hungry, it has no need to store “fat”. Therefore dieting is simple, right?
HA! I know how to stock a pantry, I know fruits and vegetables, especially vegetables are unlimited on the diet intake charts. Starches, including bread, pasta and rice need to be monitored closely. Keep your protein consumption down to no more than the size of a deck of cards and stay away from sweets.
Again, simple, right?
I can also tell you, as wonderful as today’s canned meats are, there’s nothing like cutting into a juicy ribeye steak. My mouth is watering, even as I type this.
Insert dream cloud and you have my luscious steak, a giant baked potato (whoa, insert sweet potato as it’s healthier), some steamed broccoli and of course a sliver of cheesecake for dessert.
Excuse me as I go clean the drool from my chin.
This isn’t the diet of a cruiser in the islands unless of course you’re lucky enough to be dining on a mega yacht and can afford to fly in the entire cow in from the Midwest.
I’m learning to adjust, but it’s a slow process.
1) Grocery stores are more like glorified convenient markets stateside. Something like mom and pop shops with limited goods. All meat is frozen and placed in deep freezes. Mostly it’s a scary proposition in the best of circumstances.
2) Bakeries abound in the islands and are too tempting. Chocolate Croissants, Baguettes, Pizza. None of that whole wheat, healthy stuff, just good old fashioned doughy bread. My mouth is watering again.
3) Cheese, especially good French cheese (and wine) are in good supply. Can a person survive on bread and cheese alone? Some days….
4) Whereas, bananas and pineapples are plentiful, there’s also an abundance of fruits and vegetables I still can’t always identify, let alone the proper way to prepare the local fare. Can you say soursop or callaloo?
5) The heat and humidity make it unappealing to fire up the stove for much more than morning coffee.
We’ve been in the islands long enough to realize we need to adjust. We’ve tried our hand at what the locals eat with mixed reviews and we’ve made do with our stores aboard. Somewhere there’s the best of both worlds. I will persevere and take this crew from a state of famine, to one of feasting. I just need some more time. I guess we’ll stay in paradise until I figure it out.
Where have you been forced to adjust? How often does life send you curve balls that need your attention?