Zoning on Peanut Butter

August 1, 2009

Been hitting the diet pretty hard lately – getting ready for a Robb Wolf nutrition seminar and figured I better tighten up my Zone eating.

Here’s a typical day based on an 18 block plan-

A 4 block breakfast at 7:30 of 1 cup cottage cheese, 1 cup grapes, 2 cups strawberries and 12 almonds.

2 block snack of 2 oz hard cheese and an apple at 11:00.

Workout around noon.

4 block lunch at 1:30 of canned tuna or salmon, with a ton of salad/veggies and some avocado.

2 block snack at 4:00 of protein bar (my chocolate fix) and broccoli (eat the broccoli first!).

For supper, if someone has gone to the trouble to cook for me, I’ll eat whatever they fixed and just try to make it as Zone balanced as possible. If I’m cooking, it’s saute some vegetables, crack 4 eggs over them cover and serve with a half piece of toast with tons of butter – 4 blocks.

Pretty good so far, and pretty close to Zone standards as I understand them. Two more blocks of 2 cups of milk and 1 teaspoon of peanut butter at 9:30 and that’s a good day – 18 blocks.

Let’s be honest, who ever eats just 1 teaspoon of peanut butter? I used to lick more than that off the knife after making myself a PBJ. In fact, peanut butter and I have a long, creamy (and crunchy) history.

Throughout my grade school years, my breakfast was two pieces of toast with about 1/4 inch thick peanut butter and a glass of milk. The trick was to spread the peanut butter while the toast was still hot and then wait until it melted –  delicious, fun to eat, and messy.

Lunch was often a peanut butter and honey sandwich – but with three slices of bread. Put peanut butter on two slices, honey on both sides of the third slice and sandwich between the pb. Let it set for an hour and the honey will soak through the bread, no where else to go, making it all crystally.

But no more of such pleasures for me. They have been laid on the Zone altar of better health (rickin’ frackin’ shmiggin’ spack).

I’ll complain about it, as I am wont to do (just ask my wife), but I guess the question is do I want peanut butter more than I want a six pack and a 3 minute Grace at 45 years old?

I wonder if there’s peanut butter in heaven.

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