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Last week my doc and I were talking about one of the local clinic's weight management classes. She said the leaders of the class preach protein at each meal, no eating after 6, put the fork down bw bites and eat only at the table. Sounds genius.

Sounds hard.

I like protein, especially since I can claim it in the form of cheese, so that's not hard. Today for lunch we had aparagus, mushrooms and salmon in olive oil noodles. A good summer lunch. And of course, getting protein at tonight's ballpark BBQ won't be a challenge. And I could certainly put down the fork between bites. I just have to write it on my hand or something because that is seriously hard to remember.

But no eating after 6 - I haven't been home before 6 p.m. while working for two years. The combination of group sessions and class required either a swing through Wendy's or dinner at 9. Even now, with my work status easily defined as "jobless", Craig isn't home for dinner until 7. So that means I either don't eat with my husband, or he comes home an hour early. The latter is impossible, the former undesirable.

And I would never eat at the desk or couch - if I had an option. We are currently without table. Though I do rarely eat at the bar, it is usually covered with papers, leashes, wallets, and other things that it was certainly intended for. And Craig basically refuses to sit up there, so again we have the not-eating-with-spouse problem.

So while these are tips that may look good on paper, they are certainly more difficult to apply to *my* real life.

Here's to protein, I guess.