Beef Challenge

I am not sure why I feel compelled to go toe-to-toe with a big hunk of meat. Maybe because I used to eat like a guy. Meaning more than I should.

Picture RibFest in Sparks (near Reno), Nevada. One year, I blew through 28 (or was it more?) ribs. I just had to taste every competitor's ribs. What can I say? I ate the most at our table, obviously. And there were two firemen at the table. Maybe it was just the competitive side of me. Or maybe it was all-you-can-eat. I mean, that is nearly my middle name -- either Buffet or All You Can Eat.

That is probably when I first met my nemesis, Portion Control. Nah, maybe not. I think it was a lot earlier in life.

For this past year, I have been dealing with Speed Bump, the nickname for my fibroid. Speed Bump has been competing with space so I have been eating less (believe it or not!) since I get that full feeling quicker. (Gee...thanks, Speed Bump -- yeah, sarcasm).

Today, I just feel like duking it out with beef. Been having a craving for it lately. Could be my body needing to replenish iron. I guess that excuse can fly, right? Decided to go after a 2-lb. slab of beef. Well, almost made it. I probably left about 4 ounces. Not bad.

Irony, though, that I know what portions I should eat. Or not. I am just blatantly ignoring them. Rebel nature? Nah, just hungry.

Gosh, this gurl sure likes to eat...