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Hemp Porridge – Now THAT’S Hot!

...the ugly duckling of cereals...Remember, it's what's inside that counts

…the ugly duckling of cereals…Remember, it’s what’s inside that counts

Hold it, I know what you’re thinking…but don’t click to another page so fast. I realize it must not look like the most appetizing sight, especially in the morning, but once you get past this cereal’s muddy color (courtesy of hemp protein powder), you’ll be fine. As per all my hot cereal recipes, it’s got superfoods included and packs a punch that’ll keep hunger away for hours. Try getting that from a bowl of the cold, soggy stuff. This frigid and prolonged winter is the best reason I can think of to give it a try. Here’s to a fortified day!

Hemp Porridge

This can be divided into two smaller servings, but I eat the whole thing when I’m having a late breakfast

1/3 cup steel cut oats

2 Tbs. ground flax

2 Tbs. ground unsweetened coconut

1/4 cup dried mulberries

1 scoop hemp protein powder

1 cup unsweetened almond milk

1/2 cup water

1 Tbs. vanilla (to cut hemp’s bitterness)

8 drops Stevia or 1 Tbs. Agave or coconut palm nectar

Place all ingredients in a small saucepan except for the sweetener and let stand covered on the stove overnight. The next morning, heat on medium low heat for 15 minutes, stirring occasionally so it doesn’t stick to the pot’s bottom. When cereal is thickened, but not to the point of stiffness, turn heat off and let sit covered another five minutes. Stir in sweetener and serve.

This will satisfy you to the core...promise

This will satisfy you to the core…promise

DDP: Some Guru’s Are The Real Deal

Oh the straws I’ve desperately clutched at over the years in an effort to transform from fat to thin: liquid fasts, prepackaged food, the unwavering elimination of villainous carbohydrates, writing my meals out a day in advance and reciting the list to my Overeaters Anonymous sponsor. Anything imaginative, humiliating, cunning, and illogical – I’ve done it.

And then there was the celebrity advice I sought and paid for in the form of workout videos or the “How to Be As Fabulous as I Am” advice-laden memoir. Here’s a short list of celebrities whose svelteness and (seemingly) flawless lives I sought to emulate: Brooke Shields, Cindy Crawford, Cher, Linda Evans, Joan Collins, Suzanne Somers, Raquel Welch, and Victoria Principle.

We all know how crystal-clear the accuracy of hindsight is, so I have no problem admitting that the infinity wheel of obsessive searching was really in the name of avoidance. What better way to sidestep my own life and the pain that drove me to destruction than to shut my eyes, click my heels three times and pray that a magic wand would rearrange the details of my life to resemble Cher’s? Memorizing the skincare regimine and eating habits of a movie star did little to heal the throbbing core that I kept protected with trance-eating and the ensuing wall of fat.

Summer of 1999

Summer of 1999

Notice all the stars I mentioned above did their advice-peddling in the 80’s and 90’s? You might have guessed already, but I eventually stopped looking to an outside authority for help and realized I had to rescue myself. No one else was going to do it. So you could call the 20 years I spent at 300 lbs. + a vision quest of sorts. Burnt out by dieting and unable to do it even casually, I abandoned restriction in favor of unmitigated indulgence. But I needed to…for a variety of reasons. For the fat kid who was shamed by her mother for wanting more than the tiny portions she doled out at dinner. For the awkward, heavyset teenaged girl who grew up hearing women refer to themselves as ‘disgusting’ or ‘pigs’ just because they had eaten something they enjoyed. And for the outraged woman of size who couldn’t for the life of her reconcile the vitriol aimed in her direction simply because of her dress size. Let’s see…had I stolen anyone’s money…molested anyone’s children…murdered anyone in cold blood? Nope. Therefore, after finally taking a step back from the ridiculousness, I found the answer to freeing myself of the labels. Oh, the masses still had their opinions of me…it’s just that I no longer agreed with them. And that is where and when the true healing began.

The story very could have ended there: the cowering fat girl sheds her shame and learns to be proud of who she is. That’s where I thought the theme of my life would conclude. It was a pretty good ending as far as I was concerned.

But Life had other ideas. Probably because its infinite wisdom knew all along I wasn’t really happy (from a physical perspective) weighing 345 lbs. Getting winded walking half the length of my neighborhood mall, not fitting into airplane seats, and wearing black every single day of the year didn’t make me a bad person, but they’re undeniable joy-killers.

And just like the spiritual adept who, after years of steady practice, is ready for the next level of enlightenment and suddenly finds the perfect guru in her path to take her there, I was given a guru. And what a doozy it was!

Could there be a more whimsically odd pairing than a writer and a wrestler? Diamond Dallas Page turned out to the be the polaric opposite of me in every way…and that was a very good thing. With him, there was no bargaining. If I wanted his mentorship, the price of admission was to do his DDPYOGA workouts regularly and eat sensibly. He gave me a few do’s and don’t’s, but DDP was wise enough to understand the necessity of eating plans being as individual as the fingerprint.

DDP and my other fantastic mentor, Terri Lange, were there for me…but only if I was there for me. And I was…ready to undertake the final leg of my healing – the physical part. Long ago I realized it was a mistake to try and get my weight in order and THEN work on my core problems. It just doesn’t work that way. And that’s a tough pill to swallow in this fat-phobic society.

This approach is the only thing that has worked for me long-term. I’m a veteran of lots of ‘little’ dieting attempts, plus two devastating 100-lb. regains. As hokey as this may sound, there is something both magical and solidly real about DDPYOGA. It changes one from the inside out. It simply is not an ordinary workout. And it comes with an infallible community of support via fellow members. I’ve made and continue to make wonderful, heart-expanding friendships and connections because of it. But best of all, my story is becoming more and more typical. DDP’s the first to cringe at the suggestion that he has a magic answer. That’s only half true. If you’re ready to meet yourself halfway, and keep trying even when fall down, you’ve got a legitimate shot at a transformed body, mind, and life.

DDP, Me, Terri Lange...couldn't have done it without them!

DDP, Me, Terri Lange…couldn’t have done it without them!

The video below, made by the uber-talented Steve Yu, is no infomercial for DDPYOGA (though there is one on the market now). This is just a collection of before and after photos from ordinary Americans like me, who have realized there’s so much more to life than a bag of potato chips, remote control, and a couch.

The Journey of 1000 Miles… Begins With a Single Step from Dallas Page on Vimeo.

Tower of Power Pudding

Here’s a fantastic recipe to start your Monday off with Vitality, and of course, a little chocolate. It gets its name from the way I stacked the ingredients for the photo shoot. Don’t fret if you don’t have all the superfoods on hand. Improvise – and have a Powerful Monday!

Tower of Power Pudding

serves 2

Two ripe Haas avocados

1 Tbs. Maca powder

1 Tbs. Acai powder

2 Tbs. Hemp Hearts

1 scoop Wholeganic Greens

1-2 Tbs. raw cacao powder

1 scoop of your favorite protein powder (I like Plant Fusion Vanilla)

1 Tbs. Agave or coconut palm nectar or 8 drops Stevia

Blend all ingredients in a food processor. It may be necessary to add small amounts of water to help it become smooth and dissolve all the powder granules. Scrape sides with rubber spatula so that all the powder is evenly distributed.

I have to say, given that this is loaded with superfoods and not traditional sweet-tooth satisfiers like white sugar, chocolate syrup, whipped cream…you get the picture…it’s pretty good! Not roll-your-head-good, but it’s a creamy enough delight with the right amount of sweetness and it will actually NOURISH you. I promise.

Serve immediately. If you’re dining on this solo, keep half the pudding in an airtight container for the fridge – it’ll last a few days. This is perfect as a breakfast, snack, or post-workout nutrition infusion. POW!

The Tower of Power

The Tower of Power

Even Food Network Stars Have Their Demons: How Alton Brown Overcame His

There I was yesterday, racing the clock, frantically trying to absorb as much information as I could about Alton Brown. I’d be interviewing him in less than an hour for a feature story on his Feb. 9 live show at Proctors Theater in Schenectady, N.Y.

For those who haven’t heard, Brown’s tour began in October and winds down on March 2nd in Sarasota, Fla. In his nearly 6 months on the road, the celebrity chef, TV host, and author has been ricocheting around the country and dazzling live audiences with a high-voltage stage presentation that’s an unusual blend of rock concert, cooking demo, stand-up comedy, and science experiment.

It makes a bit of sense, doesn’t it, that one of the rock stars of the Food Network and Cooking Channel would be smack in the middle of a string of cross country stage performances, complete with a musical entourage and spiffed up touring bus (with a working kitchen, of course).

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In doing research on Brown, I read up on his transition from television commercial director to culinary school student to Food Network host. There were the starring roles in Good Eats, Iron Chef America, The Next Food Network Star, Feasting on Asphalt and other shows. There was a list of Brown’s best-selling books, as well as a line of Alton-esque merchandise such as travel mugs and sweatshirts bearing his bespectacled likeness. And then I stumbled upon a completely unexpected find from his past: the reformation of Brown’s eating habits that resulted in a 50-lb weight loss four years ago.

I was understandably intrigued…and not just because Brown began his transformation in 2009, the same year in which my own took place.

He essentially lost the weight by changing his eating habits and shapeshifting food choices into four lists:

* Daily (fruits, whole grains, leafy greens)

* Three times per week (oily fish, sweet potatoes, avocados)

* No more than weekly (red meat, alcohol, pasta, sweets)

* And his personal no-fly zone, meaning never (soda, fast food, processed food).

So an hour later, as Brown and I concluded our brief but voluptuous interview on his career, life on the road, and philosophy toward food, I broached the topics (you know I HAD to!) of food, weight, and how he keeps it all in balance. Herewith are his answers, some of which you may find surprising…then again, perhaps not, given the TV host’s pull-no-punch style of communicating:

SM: “Many Americans have become unhealthy due to food choices and being sedentary…”

AB: “Let’s just say the word ‘fat’ and call it a day.”

SM: “What has worked for you in keeping the weight off? It’s been more than four years.”

AB: “Some days food is a friend and other times it’s a foe. I don’t really overeat anymore…sometimes when I’m nervous. But I had to learn when to stop. And it’s also about being honest enough to take a good look in the mirror and say, ‘OK, we need to do a little work.'”

SM: “How do you handle food out there on the road?”

AB: “I set pretty harsh rules for myself when I’m on tour. We’re touring in cold regions now and I can’t just get off the bus and walk a few miles. I base my eating on what my body needs. I don’t look at it in terms of what I can’t have…but it does make sense to limit certain foods.”

SM: “You have foods that you never eat such as soda and fast food. I didn’t see dairy on any of your lists…do you eat dairy?”

AB: “I eat yogurt occasionally and like cream in my coffee, but I eat very little cheese. And I gave up drinking milk because quite frankly, it made me do bad things…it was my evil twin. Milk would whisper in my ear and say I had to have chocolate cake or cookies with it.”

SM: “What was the hardest thing to give up that was bad for you?”

AB: “Soda. Both regular and diet. I will never ever drink it again. It was harder to quit than smoking.”

SM: “Besides nutrition, what else is important to you about food?”

AB: “I don’t ever sit by myself and eat, even on the road. I think it’s important to sit and talk with people…and connect.”

Red Hummus

This recipe was invented the morning after a night of delightful culinary excess at a food and wine fundraiser (Albany’s Wine and Dine For The Arts) in January. Although I stayed within my no gluten or sugar limits, the banquet of pulled pork and polenta, white wine risotto, short rib risotto, and two kinds of decadent liver pate, left me in desperate need of some vegetable-based cleansing. Aside from my beloved lemon water and morning fruit, this turned out to be the perfect 1 p.m. brunch on an unhurried Saturday. It’s also great as an appetizer, sandwich spread, or a post-workout snack:

1 can garbanzo beans, rinsed and drained

3 small tomatoes, chopped (or 1 cup cherry tomatoes) separated into two equal portions

2 cloves garlic, peeled and smashed

2 Tbs. extra virgin olive oil

1 tsp. Garam Masala

1/2 tsp. Tumeric

1 tsp. sea salt

1/4 cup fresh parsley leaves

2 Tbs. fresh oregano

1/2 tsp. Harissa or hot sauce

Combine all ingredients in a food processor, setting aside half a portion of tomatoes. Pulse ingredients for about a minute, stopping occasionally to scrape the sides. When less chunky, add remaining tomatoes and pulse until it’s a smooth dip. Serve immediately with crackers or rice cakes or refrigerate in an airtight container. Makes about two cups of dip.

This kept for more than a week in the (back of the) refrigerator. I had the last of it tonight for a light-fare dinner of hummus, cherry tomatoes, and sliced avocado. Wow I Love Plants!

The perfect detox after a little culinary debauchery

The perfect detox after a little culinary debauchery