Breakfast of champions: Scotch Eggs via Well Fed cookbook by Melissa Joulwan, p. 83. The previously-boiled eggs are wrapped in ground pork (no, that isn't breading!) and baked at 350/400 F until crispy brown. The rest of the stuff is just plain vegetables. The starch here is in the zucchini slices only. 

Mmmm-mm! A delicious-looking compilation of healthy foods put together for my Saturday morning brunch on Feb 15th, the night after Valentine's day. That would be Day 15 for me on my G-120 paleo diet. (It is not perfect enough yet for a Whole30, but it is the best I could do to this point, and I'm sticking to it.) My bull-headedness all but got me kicked off their website, so I'm logging my meals and opinions here, however caustic. I'm the one having to eat this stuff, and avoid the all the prohibited stuff, so it's my way or the highway, folks.

In all honesty, I'd messed up over an unmarked bottle of reconstituted lemon juice (the little plastic kind that looks like a lemon). Now it's one thing if I ate a fempto-scoop of iced cream, and quite another if I've grabbed an innocent-looking lemon bottle from my fridge, with some sulfites in it. Bring on the firing squad! Or maybe just cancel my account, and I'll forge onward here instead.

No hard feelings. Really.

At any rate, I can eat this while looking at a bowl of Sugar Pops, a stack of syrup & buttery pancakes, or even smelling naughty bacon, so who needs encouragement or scolding? Or a bunch of feeble-minded people chiming in against me an my determination, for that matter? "Yeah, Dale, we're all being perfect here (except for the things we didn't disclose on our personal logs.)"

Now it is Monday, and I had boiled beef shanks for breakfast with a few over-night-pickled beets, berries, and an avocado. And my meds, including 1000mg of Metformin. I'm good. Damn, I'm good!