Frittata Recipe Low Carb

Frittata in a Cast Iron Skillet

Italians have long enjoyed packing a slice of Frittata for their lunch.  Made of eggs, cheese, and a selection of vegetables and/or  meats. A Frittata is much like an omelet or crustless Quiche. It starts out on the stovetop and ends under the broiler.

Whether you are in the induction stage or further along, Frittata makes a delicious breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

First I took a small, well-seasoned, cast iron skillet. You may use any type of skillet so long as it is oven/broiler safe.  Adding about a tablespoon of cold pressed canola oil and coating the pan, I then added turkey breakfast sausage, broccoli, and seasonings. Covered with a lid I cooked over medium heat, with occasional stirring, cooking the sausage and steaming the broccoli.

Frittata on a Plate

I then poured 6 whisked eggs into the pan over the broccoli and sausage.  Again using a heat-resistant spatula, I turned as needed, as if I were making scrambled eggs. When the eggs were mostly done (just a little liquid in the center), I covered the eggs, sausage, and broccoli with cheddar cheese and placed under the broiler, about 6 inches away and broiled until golden.

Removing the pan from the oven and placing it back on the stovetop, I allowed the dish to remain untouched for about 5-10 minutes to finish cooking all the way inside. Cutting the Frittata into sizes that were carb and calorie appropriate for me, I ate one for my breakfast and put the other three in separate sandwich bags and stuck them in the freezer for quick and easy  meals to come.  Very satisfying and delicious!

Published in: on January 29, 2010 at 6:06 pm  Leave a Comment  
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My Love/Hate Relationship With Myself

Love and Hate

“If I lose my excess weight…” 

  • I will like whom I see in the mirror.
  • I will enjoy buying clothing.
  • I will have more energy.
  • I will want to go more places and try more things that are new.
  • I will look forward to bumping into old friends.
  • My diseases might improve.
  • People will not judge me so harshly.
  • I will be able to fit into my very nice clothing again.
  • I will enjoy my life so much more.
  • It will build my confidence to push towards other goals. 

 “I hate being fat because…”

  • It makes me horribly insecure.
  • It robs me of vitality.
  • I fear I will die young from it.
  • It makes me self-conscious in intimacy.
  • I can barely squeeze down the aisle in the airplane or get the airplane seatbelt on.
  • I worry about which chair I sit on, as I do not want to break it.
  • Others do not understand how difficult my struggle and they all have the easy answers that will not work for either our family or me.
  • I feel ugly.
  • I feel out of control.
Published in: on January 23, 2010 at 6:17 am  Comments (2)  
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Motivation: What Moves You?

Through the years, I have read so many accounts on how one becomes motivated. I quickly concluded that there is not one magical path to prompt one towards their goal. Until we grasp our individuality and comprehend all that entails, we are doomed to a life of mediocrity.

How does one find what motivates them? We should figure out what has persuaded us in our past.

There is the motivation of staying out of trouble. The threat of losing one’s job can compel one to do their work instead of playing on the computer. The lack of desire of going to jail can keep one from giving in to temptation to break the law.

The ability to generate praise might prompt another.  Perhaps you would buy a nicer bouquet for this occasion or bake a fancier dish. Everybody has somebody they like to please for whatever the reason. Be it love, admiration, or the hope of reciprocation.

When we look at how the human mind operates just in these two situations, we can deduct a lot about the roots of motivation. We require a “force” to drive us to our goals. Whether it stems from negative or positive, it must be enough to activate us.

We are not looking for the “right” answers we think others want to hear, rather the “right” solutions of our own making. The truth sets us free, indeed.  

If you were to take a paper and write down everything that you hate about the current thing you yearn to change, what would you say?  Be as negative as you want. Reality has taught us that some negative things do inspire us to stay on a certain path.

Now flip the paper over and write down every reason you want to change your situation. Do not be shy. If it is for selfish reasons, so be it. We all have selfish thoughts that we contemplate.  Write down every item that comes to mind, no matter how trivial it seems.

When you have completed this exercise put a number beside each snippet as to which is most intense being #1, then #2, etc. on each side of this paper.

Now you have the inspiration. To keep it fresh in your mind, make up a new paper or index card with pros on one side and cons on the other. This needs to fit in your pocket, wallet, or purse. You need to read this upon waking and before going to sleep at night. Throughout the day, every time you are tempted to stray from the path of your goal, stop whatever you are doing and fix your eyes upon this card.

In my next post, I will share my own embarrassing card with you.

Published in: on January 22, 2010 at 6:49 am  Leave a Comment  
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What Happens When A Southern-Fried Mesomorph Marries A Low-Carb Endomorph? Part 2 of 2

Bodytypes of Men: Ectomorph, Mesomorph, and Endomorph

The complexity is only highlighted, as one understands… 

Over a decade ago, a team of doctors gave me a diagnosis of Fibromyalgia, Arthritis, and Borderline Lupus. The crippling came on overnight. I could barely function.  In a flash, everything changed for me. Exercise became increasingly painful and avoided. Sleep did not refresh me when my pain eased enough to drift. My mind felt as if it was constantly in a fog and I could not recall common vocabulary mid-sentence. Dieting seemed useless, as I tortured myself only to find the scale would not budge. 

As I began to eat low-glycemic index foods, keeping my sugars to a minimum, I saw the scale move in my favor. It was extremely slow. If I dropped more carbs and stuck with healthy protein choices, my fat melted away. My fatigue and pain would lessen and I could increase exercise. I began supplementing with magnesium and found my Fibromyalgia pain was controllable. 

Sticking to this “healthy” plan came in waves. When my husband worked out-of-town, I always lost a good chunk of fat. When he returned, my weight also returned home. My husband believes I am sneaking abundant food behind his back once he gets home. He does not grasp my struggle. Nor do many of my friends. My well-intentioned friends who insist if I attended Weight Watchers I would lose the weight. They cannot believe I have stuck to the Weight Watchers diet in the past several times and still felt horrible and did not lose weight. I despair that some of those closest to me, who do not live in my shoes, doubt this is true. 

Thus, I am on the horns of a dilemma. It may seem impossible to solve. I cannot rid my home of junk food to make eating healthy easier. I envy women who have husbands who allow them to toss the junk food out and cook healthy. I resent their advice to do the same, when it is not an option. 

I must cook refined foods for my husband or it puts a horrible strain on my marriage and the family unit. My choice is to keep peace with my husband by preparing killer foods, which leaves me fat and miserable, or to split from my husband in order to feel alive and be healthy. However, as logic would have it, there are usually more than the two obvious options. Brainstorming is opening new doors or modifying the existing ones. 

The truth be told, I hate who I have become. This is influencing every area of my life. My health has deteriorated over the last decade since my diagnosis, with major emphasis on the last two years. I am at the crossroads. The paths lead to life or death.

What Happens When A Southern-Fried Mesomorph Marries A Low-Carb Endomorph? Part 1 of 2

Body Types of Women: Mesomorph, Endomorph, and Ectomorph

And the answer is…conflict! My husband is that Southern Fried Mesomorph who lives to eat every refined carb deep-fried or smothered in sugar and has chosen me as his personal chef. I am the Endomorph who cannot eat refined carbs or deep-fried foods without getting extreme fatigue, abdomen cramping, and gaining massive fat stores. 

Sure, I prefer the taste of the “junk food,” but I simply cannot function when I partake of it. Since I was a teen, I had to eat and drink “diet” foods and go running daily to fit into a size 7. Fortunately, my husband, nor our children are overweight.

 Body types translate into all sorts of health language. One commonly discussed typing is that of the Ectomorph, Mesomorph, and Endomorph. It is the genetic shape of each person. 

Ectomorphs are the naturally thin people. They tend to be very lean with fast metabolisms. Even when an Ectomorph gains weight, they can lose quickly and return to their former lanky build. 

Mesomorphs are the people with athletic physiques. They tend to have good metabolisms and build muscle. When they overeat and pad their muscles with fat, they can regain their athletic shape by increasing their exercise and cutting calories with reasonable effort. 

Endomorphs are people given to round, padded shapes. They tend to carry fat easily and slowly metabolize. Most have issues with insulin resistance early on in life and given the western diet of refined carbohydrates, they blow up quickly. When they eat the typical low-calorie, low-fat, high carb diet, they do not lose much weight. 

What my husband fails to comprehend is the reason I had a defined shape when he met me was that I consumed low, unrefined carbs and exercised twice a day, alternating between aerobics/running and weight lifting. I have no other option. I could either contemplate how unfair life is and be miserably fat or make the best of my genes and live life to the fullest. 

In our home, my husband requires me to do all the cooking and becomes highly agitated when I do not serve him his preferred foods. Often we cannot afford both his junk food and my need for unrefined foods. When we can, I still struggle with having to prepare a couple of meals a day and dessert for my family and yet not being permitted to enjoy it. The aroma, textures, and colors beckon me. Temptation seduces me, to which I often succumb. 

My husband has quipped at me that if I cut back my portions and exercise more it would not be a problem. His lack of comprehension only embitters me if dwell on it, thus I shake off the viper and continue with a smile. My smile vanishes when I look in the mirror and see the reality of consuming the foods I must prepare. 

The complexity is only highlighted, as one understands…(continued in Part 2 of 2).

My Sin of Circumstance

Medical issues for obesity

“Yet are my sins not those of circumstance?” ~Lytton~

Either way I look at it, I never imagined my scale would register this high. I am a middle-aged woman in my forties who stands 5’6”/168 cm tall. Most of this excess weight reshaped my body in less than 2 years. 

Yes, I was somewhat overweight to start, as I have struggled since my 4th pregnancy in 2001, but I was not obese. However, I gained almost 60 lbs in two months over 2007-2008. The last 22 pounds just continues to add upon my overburdened frame. Up until my pregnancy in 2000-2001, I was keeping my weight between 125-135. I have had to workout through aerobics (running) and weight lifting most of my life just to keep from being fat. Since I was a teen, I have struggled with carbs packing fat on my body, if I did not exercise, exercise, exercise. Yet in 2001 I was diagnosed with some health issues and could barely move without excruciating pain, thus I had become overweight.

 Nothing had really changed in my eating or my amounts when my weight jumped so drastically in 2008-2009. In fact, at the time I had given up drinking sweetened soda pop and replaced it with water, saving soda pop as the occasional treat, instead of my daily beverage of choice.

Indubitably, this is an exacting blog to author. The outside often reflects struggles inside. My weight is from both physical health issues and my mindset.  I come before you as a baby naked from the womb, completely exposed of my shortcomings. I share with you my struggles to find answers. Some of the responses only lend themselves to more frustration. 

Frustration as in, if I know the answer, but I cannot bring it to pass. I have no other option but to brainstorm a new solution that functions for my circumstances. We all work around differing stipulations. There is not a one size fits all in our responses. The very reason many diet plans do not work long term. The dieter must change in order to fit the diet plan, instead of the protocol transforming to fit the unique individual. 

I cannot and will not continue to live in this manner of self-defeat.  I have a set of complications before me that make this change discouraging. Impossibility colors the issues that escalate my weight. I seek a new crayon called “conquer” that can eclipse impossibility.   

My resolve is the catalyst to feeling alive again. Will you journey with me as I leave this path of self-destruction and adventure towards self-fulfillment?

Published in: on January 20, 2010 at 6:01 pm  Leave a Comment  
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