Food To Die For

There's something about the first few chilly days of fall that makes me want to inhale food like a paranoid bear in a salmon stream. As soon as the nighttime temps dip into the 50's, an ancient voice inside my lizard brain convinces my stomach that it's time to put on a winter layer of fat. My mouth-- and my husband-- become my enablers.

Gone are the days of light salad dressings! All hail the arrival of hot bacon dressing!

Asian cole slaw is out! Potato pancakes are in! (We made them on Friday night with Old Bay Seasoning. Ohhhhh Myyyyy Gawwwwwd!)

Goodbye chicken stir-fry! Hello chicken paprikash!

However, after a weekend of shameful indulgence we have decided to ignore our caveman tendencies as much as humanly possible.

So far today, it's been oatmeal for breakfast (with raisins, almonds, cinnamon, vanilla and brown sugar),black bean soup for lunch (okay we added some leftover sour cream from the paprikash, but it's a start) and instead of mashed potatoes for dinner, we'll have mashed cauliflower.

If we can eat healthy in the spring and summer then, by golly, we can eat light all year long.

Well, at least we'll give it a shot.

We didn't have this problem when we lived in Los Angeles. In the southwest, your brain is convinced that it's summer for 12 months out of the year. It's probably why, at that time, we were in the best shape of our lives.

If you're not careful, the change of seasons can result in a change of ass size.