If You Eat It Outside It Has No Calories

One of the joys of camp is that I have very little control, actually no control over what I get to eat for meals. I take that back, some control. But for the most part I eat what they are serving. I also don’t have a scale so I just can’t tell or worry what camp food is doing to me. Now Medomak food is not like regular camp food, They have a very creative chef and lots of home grown vegetables and milk from their own cow. (more on that later in the week after I learn to milk the cow.) Unfortunately their great chef is also a great baker so I have to do everything possible to be judicious.

This morning I started the day right by by passing both the pancakes and bacon and having camp made yoghurt from their own cows milk. Not really any sacrifice on my part. After breakfast I choose to go on the edible nature hike with Liz the nature counselor. I tasted spearmint, wintergreen, clover, raspberries, and a bunch of other medicinal herbs, none physcotropic enough to make me forget what they were, but I’m in camp mode so I can’t remember. I did not have more than a couple leaves and three berries so absolutely no calories counted, especially when you factor in the exercise calorie burning.

After nature I went to Land sports where we played my all-time favorite Medomak pastime, SCAG. SCAG stands for soccer croquet and golf. You have a course with swimming noodles made into croquet wickets and you kick soccer balls through them. the holes are about 200 yards each and the game is scored like golf. I’m worried I peaked the first day coming in second with a score of 31 to the winners 30. My most amazing shot was a bank shot for a two, up a hill, past a group of Adirondack chairs off the side of a barn and banked 45 degrees to roll down a hill and through the wicket. If I had filmed it I would get a million hits on You Tube.

I skipped nail art at Arts and Crafts in favor of my own needlepoint arts and crafts session. By lunch I was hungry and to my delight we were eating outside. See calories consumed outside just don’t count. A cold curried pea soup, salad from the garden and roast turkey leftover from last night’s dinner with ripe tomatoes on fresh home made focaccia, all yummy and not too bad for you. If I had walked away right then I would be very smug, but no, dessert of small chocolate cake, more like Texas sheet cake than brownie with just a dusting of powdered sugar, no frosting came to the table. Wait we were still sitting on the picnic benches outside. No calories counted under the trees. I took a bite of that tasty treat. I forgot how good chocolate is.

I’m on my way to the waterfront now, a good walk for exercise, then sailing and swimming. Certain to help counteract any damage done. I’m all outside its got to be good for me. Now I just have to hold back during the lakeside cheese tasting this afternoon. Oh yeah, that’s outside too, no calories will be counting.