(For more information about my dieting and weight loss, click here.)
No diet diary today. I was nowhere near a place to get my weight and blood sugar at the correct time of the day as I normally take them both at a specific time of the day so they are always true to what is actually happening. However, there was something I was able to do, but, well, read on to see what I mean.
Yesterday I knew I wasn’t going to be around my oatmeal, scale, testing equipment, etc. Some things I couldn’t fix, but others I decided to try. See, my wife purchased me a food dehydrator a few years ago that hasn’t really seen much use. I planned on doing jerky and such with it, but just never got around to it. I saw it yesterday and decided to try an experiment so I could still have my oatmeal at the correct time today. So, as I normally do, I poured my oatmeal into a bowl, added my seasoning and my protein powder and then placed it in the microwave.
When the microwave dinged after 2 minutes, I took out the oatmeal and stirred it. Then I carefully dolloped it onto the “fruit leather” sheet that came with my food dehydrator. I also took some bananas that were about to go bad and sliced them up to put on different trays in the machine. The smell throughout the house as the hot air flowed over the food was, dare I say it as a male, yummy. I went to bed and fell asleep with the smell of cinnamon and bananas hanging in the air. That should be a new Glade scent.
The next morning, I had oatmeal chips. Basically, the entire mush had dried to a nice crisp, crackling consistency. I broke it up and stuck in into a zip top bag. Then I poured water into my thermos and put my pills in a pill box. I placed all of that into my college backpack, also dubbed the “Substitute Office,” and headed out the door.
Come lunch time, I opened my “office” and pulled out the thermos, pills, and the oatmeal chips. I took the pills and swallowed them down with some nice cold water. I watched as a few snow flurries fell outside the window. Absentmindedly, I reached into the bag, pulled out an oatmeal chip, took a bite, and chipped a tooth. Dried oatmeal is hard. Very hard. I was still hungry though, so I broke the chips into smaller pieces and put them in my mouth with some water. They hydrated, a little. They had just enough fluids in them to become like leather. So I chewed and chewed and chewed some more. I finished the bag of oatmeal an hour and a half later. Thank goodness I had a two hour break.
So, if you get the idea to dry cooked oatmeal, don’t. It might taste good, but although mine contained no sugar, it was still bad for my teeth. I’m also still rubbing my jaw from the chewing as I write this. However, the bananas are rather tasty. I might just have to experiment with them too when they get completely dry. I have some ideas. Of course, that scares me now as much as it entices me.
Oh, and dogs don’t like dried oatmeal either.
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