The kids have been out of the house long enough that I’ve become a person who plans walks around the weather and cooks big batches from scratch. Last Tuesday I did 2.6 miles on the creek path, then came home and ate a bowl of braised cabbage and white beans with cornbread.
My middle looked puffed up for hours, and I started laughing at all the peptide-gut talk I’d been reading.
I’ve never touched those compounds, so I can’t speak to them, but it made me realize how fast I blame a mystery thing instead of salt, fiber, posture, or eating faster than I meant to. The mirror at 8 p.m. and the mirror at 8 a.m. tell different stories.
For those of you who cook big batches, do you notice your shape changes more with the menu than with anything else? I’m trying to stay curious instead of alarmed.