You Say Biscuit, I Say “Corn” Muffin.


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T here!

Just dropping by really quickly to drop off this fantastical recipe that I found on the web the other day. ¬†I made some minor tweaks, and kinda re-conceptualized it (in my mind anyway), and I’m quite happy with the product! ūüėÄ

The original recipe, found on the Low Carb Family website, is called Low-Carb Biscuits, and it can be found here: (Sorry if it doesn’t show up as a link, I’m still new to this!)

I figured the 2 tablespoons of baking powder HAD to be a typo, so I used 2 teaspoons instead. I also added a tablespoon of Splenda, because for one, I like my biscuits to be a little sweet, and two, Splenda is one of few sweeteners that actually adds a certain ‘texture’ to baked goods. ¬†You could likely use any sweetener that you choose, but I can only vouch for my results using Splenda.

When I first made these, I was expecting something a bit more, well, biscuit-y. ¬†And so I was disappointed initially. ¬†It’s like when you pick up a cup expecting milk but get orange juice instead. ¬†It’s not that orange juice is rank, but your brain was expecting milk, yes? ¬†Same situation. ¬†These “biscuits” are awesome-sauce– but I had to think ¬†of them differently. ¬†They are (to me) waaaay more reminiscent of corn muffins. ¬†I could have these alongside a big bowl of turnip greens.. yeeeeah.. Anyhoo. Here goes!

Low-Carb Biscuits/”Corn” Muffins

1 1/2 c. almond flour (I used Dowd & Rogers Gluten-Free, as seen in the picture)
1/4 tsp salt
2 tsp baking powder (I used Calumet)
2 eggs
1/3 c. sour cream (remember to use full-fat, nothing light or fat free)
4 Tbls melted butter
1 Tbls Splenda

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Spray a pan with non-stick cooking spray. (These spread out too much and puff up too little on a cookie sheet. Use a pan with 12 wells.) Mix all dry ingredients. Add wet ingredients and combine thoroughly. Drop about 2 heaping tablespoons in each well. Bake 10-12 minutes, until golden brown.

The website says these come in at 2 net carbs each (for 12 servings), but My Fitness Pal rated mine a little higher– it may be due to the variations in almond flour, sour cream, etc. ¬†Either way, yum! ¬†I had one this morning with my bacon and eggs, spread with a teaspoon of peanut butter on top! ¬†Mercy. Just.. just mercy. ¬†I could see myself cutting down the Splenda a little bit, maybe adding some cooked and crumbled sausage, cheese, bell pepper.. *daydreaming* ¬†Uhhh, yeah. I’m getting carried away. ¬†In any case, enjoy! ¬†Try these out and let me know what you think!





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So hey. Yesterday was labor day. As I may or may not have mentioned, I’m off diet on Saturdays and holidays. On Saturdays, I’ll minimally indulge. Have some fruit, a couple cookies…you know, just a little carb-filled snacky wacky here and there.

Holidays are a different story. If there’s a carb in it, Imma eat it! Yesterday was Labor Day. I didn’t really eat much all day, but in the evening? Smash city. I had a ribeye that had been soaked in sweet BBQ sauce before it met the grill. I had banana cream pie. I had fresh pineapple. Oh, sweet pineapple, how I do love thee in all your glory. I had Pepsi…full high fructose corn syrup Pepsi. I had some Stella Artois. And, just because I clearly had not had enough carbs for the day, I ate a bowl of dry Honeycomb cereal.

Fast forward 24 hours (give or take a couple), and I am miserably bloated and bloatedly miserable. I’ve been peeing like a racehorse since about 4 am. That super urgent, legs crossed tight while doing some spastic ballet moves to the bathroom type of need to pee.



So, lesson known but reinforced is: EVERYTHING IN MODERATION! No need to be carbing out of control just because it’s a holiday. Those Honeycombs weren’t even that good! I’m not even gonna try on my MJ’s or weigh myself until next week. I definitely should be ashamed of myself as I only have 58 days until Vegas!!

I may be strict for the next couple weeks and even skip my weekend off day to make up for this lapse. Then again, I may not. We’ll see!



Crispy Fried Chicken


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I had a super colossal hankering for fried chicken. I didn’t want to jump through a bunch of hoops in an effort to mimic the carby crispy shell, only to be sorely disappointed in my hard work (and no doubt money wasted on various flours that I’d likely never use again.)

I Breathe I’m Hungry¬†to the rescue! Among other things, you’ll find a blissfully simple fried chicken recipe. The only extra flour you need is coconut flour. (I have a feeling I’ll be using it in quite a few recipes. And at $5.49 from BJ’s Wholesale Club for BetterBody Foods Organic Coconut Flour, it’s a bargain! I believe it’s carried at Costco and Sam’s Club as well.)

As for the recipe, I did change it a tiny bit from what was detailed in the original recipe, but the alterations were minimal and due mainly to convenience.


  • 6 whole chicken wings
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp black pepper
  • 1 tsp smoked paprika
  • 1 tsp granulated garlic
  • 1/2 c coconut flour
  • oil to fry (I used canola. Sticklers would say to use coconut oil)

In a bowl, mix all the seasonings together. (Not the coconut flour.) Rub and pat the mix into the chicken wings. Put the chicken in a sealed plastic storage bag and refrigerate 2 hours or more.

After you remove the chicken from the refrigerator, dump the coconut flour into the bag over the chicken. Shake it up to make sure all the pieces are thoroughly coated. Heat about an inch or so of oil to 400 degrees F. (I used an electric skillet.) At this time, also preheat the oven to 375. 

Fry the wings in the oil around 8-10 minutes per side. Transfer to a parchment lined baking sheet and stick them in the oven for 15-20 minutes. (I added this step because the internal temp of my chicken had reached only 140, so I thought “Better safe than salmonella!”)

Take them out of the oven and let them cool a bit before enjoying!

fried chicken

¬†I’m no food photographer. It’s just me and my smartphone. The little coins next to it are fried zucchini. I’ll post the recipe for that later. Most of them weren’t that ugly, but those are the ones that were left after everybody kept stealing them off the plate. Maybe T will post her low carb comeback sauce recipe for a dip!




I Won’t Cry. I Won’t!



T here. ūüôā

This is gonna be a quicky post, just because I’ve had a pickle of a day and I feel the need to end it on a positive note. ¬†Nothing like reflecting on what’s going right in your life to help soften the not-so-right.

Anyhoo, let me just say it. ¬†I’ve lost roughly 20 lbs since starting this WOE a little over a month ago. ¬†In my mind, I expect 20 lbs to be the rough side of the mountain, and it would be smooth-sailing from there. ¬†Ohhh, how I dared to dream! I haven’t lost enough just yet to relax about my size, but lemme say this: for once in a very long while, I can walk past a mirror without cringing.

That may not seem like such a big deal, but trust me– it’s huge. ¬†Huge! ¬†As someone formerly in love with her reflection, it’s a really deep and painful thing to not only dislike what you see, but to actively avoid seeing it. ¬†I’m a chick with skin-tight hair, which is actually how I prefer it, but for years I’ve been flip-flopping on the notion of growing my hair out (which I hate) JUST to balance out the fat in my face. ¬†On one of the many fashion blogs I read, the blogger wondered how many full-figured women (like herself) hide¬†behind their hair. ¬†I certainly wouldn’t say I’ve ‘hidden’, heck, I don’t have enough hair for that. But the thought has certainly crossed my mind several times.

Earlier this week however, tired of rocking the platinum blonde that I’ve had for a couple months, I cut my hair down to 1/16″. ¬†I knew it would make my chubby face look ginormous, but I didn’t really care at the time. ¬†But oh baby, oh baby! ¬†It looks SMASHING on me. ¬†My face has finally slimmed down enough to where I can rock this buzz cut and feel just as fierce and sexy as I wanna be. ¬†That’s a massive accomplishment to me! ¬†And what’s even better, is that I’m getting to a place where I’m beginning to love my reflection again. ¬†Now whether or not that’s a good thing? ¬†I guess it depends on who you are, and whether or not we share a mirror..

Toodles! ‚̧

“The Purge.”


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T here!

That title sounds so dramatic, doesn’t it? ¬†The Purge. Believe it or not, I’m actually not referring to a night of rampant lawlessness– although I am intrigued by the concept (I really need to see those movies). ¬†I am instead referencing the topographical nightmare that is my skin right now. ¬†More specifically, my face. ūüė¶

Before I delve any deeper into “The Purge”, let me share a little background on my skin. ¬†My skin, my skin. ¬†Whoa buddy.

I have suffered from cystic acne off and on for roughly the last 8 years. ¬†It’s hereditary, as my mom went through similar issues. ¬†While she stayed in the dermatologist’s office, I’ve been far more sporadic in my visits. ¬†I wasn’t sure I was conveying the proper information to my derm, which led him to place me on antibiotics to treat the skin infection. ¬†I was on it for roughly 5 months, yes, with clear skin. ¬†But who wants to be on meds long-term for something so superficial and non-life threatening? Of course, being the Google queen, I went to some message boards and found out some of the long-term effects of being¬†on the medication. ¬†One said something about gums turning blue (temporarily), and teeth turning blue (often permanently). ¬†Soooo, yeah. ¬†I went off the medication for good.

I have somehow in the last year or so, figured out how to balance and manage my skin. ¬†I suppose it’s a mixture of getting older, better diet, and more TLC for my skin. I’ve discovered that there are very few products I can use that won’t leave my chin covered in large, tender nodules. ¬†Less is more. ¬†I don’t wear makeup, and I have found a couple of trusty products that I use faithfully.

Which brings us to the present.  When I began doing my research into LCHF, I found sites that stated several of the issues/conditions that could be resolved or reduced by eliminating carbs from the dietРone of those being acne.  So imagine my fitful surprise when my skin decided to do a pubescent throwback, leaving me pizza-faced and confused.  I was bewildered! People who had long suffered from acne were now enjoying the benefits of clearer skin, after just a few short weeks (or even days) on LCHF.  Why was this happening to MEРwhen my skin was clearer than most to begin with?

Before I share what I’ve discovered, let me say that I’m not an esthetician, or skin specialist of any kind. ¬†This is just some anecdotal knowledge that I’ve gained from casual web-surfing, but it makes sense to me, and has made me feel better about the whole situation.

When the body transitions into ketosis (using¬†fat as the primary source of energy, as opposed to carbohydrates), it can be a bumpy ride. ¬†As the fat stores in my body are being depleted, the gunk and toxins stored within that fat, are¬†also being released. ¬†It has to go somewhere (our preference is of course to excrete it), and the facial pores are some of the largest in the body. ¬†Now what does this mean for me? ¬†It means that I’m likely in ketosis (yay!) and my body is ‘purging’ itself of some of that old stored yucky. ¬†It also likely means that my hormone levels are being regulated (although my cycle is already pretty regular, I’m open to tweaking), and the result is my less-than-perfect complexion. ¬†With time, as my body adjusts to ketosis, it will almost certainly¬†become more efficient at eliminating the waste and toxins, and my skin will be spared. ¬†My role in the meanwhile, is to drink plenty plenty of water, to¬†help the purge along, and encourage my body to release the toxins down yonder.

So all that to say, this is quite possibly the first time I don’t mind having a few zits! It means I’m on the right path, and my body is healing. ¬†So if you’re one of those lucky people whose skin is perfect on the path to ketosis, congratulations! ¬†And I hate you. ¬†But yay for all of us getting healthier!

Until next time.. T ‚̧

Is there any more room for me in those jeans?


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This is gonna be just a short progress post because it’s late and I’m feeling unwell. Sore throat. Sure sign of the cooties.

Anyway, T and I have what we refer to as “Milestone Jeans.” The MJs are a pair of jeans that we each have, and aim to get into. I’m very pleased to announce that my original MJ size N jeans pull up fairly comfortably, zip with ease and are sit down in-able! (You know that’s a test that needs to be passed with denim!)

Since those jeans fit fairly well (though not well enough that I’m confident to wear them out because muffin top, dontcha know?), I’ve instituted another pair of MJs that are size (N-2)! My goal is to comfortably fit into a size (N-4) by my Vegas trip!!¬†If When it happens, I’ll do a big ole algebraic reveal and let you know what (N-4) equals!

Take care and happy LCHFing!


…And here I is!

Hi! ¬†I’m T, the other half of this-here duo. ¬†If I’m being honest, and sure, I will this time (*snort*), I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this. ¬†Not because I’m against the idea, but because I’m soooo dang-dong busy! ¬†Not to mention, I’m still shaky on this LCHF thing. ¬†I’m committed, but I haven’t hit my striiiiide yet, and I’m not seeing the results that J is. ¬†At least, I don’t think I am. ¬†I have a dial scale, and you know how those things are. ¬†If you wobble to the left or to the right, you’ll be 3 or 4 pounds either way. ¬†I admit, I don’t have a tape measure, so I haven’t been measuring. ¬†So it’s possible that I could be losing (or redistributing) weight, and just don’t know it yet. ūüôā

My reasons for doing this WOE (way of eating) are, well.. vanity. I’m so vain. ¬†I do it for the cuteness of it. ¬†Yes, yes, health is important– it is of utmost importance! But if I’m being honest, that’s not a strong enough motivator. ¬†It could be because I’m a Sagittarius and we don’t assess danger well. ¬†I’m in my mid-30s, which is by no means a spring chicken, but I’m not necessarily a fall duck either. ¬†So while good health and quality of life is tantamount, it’s not my major goal. ¬†Instead, ummm.. I.. am.. a.. CLOTHESHORSE! ¬†I love fashion. ¬†Like, love love love it. ¬†I’d do freaky-deaky things to my wardrobe if I could. ¬†So in the few results that I’m getting, my clothes are fitting better. *swoon* Things that I wouldn’t wear before because I felt they were too short? ¬†I’m rocking them now. ¬†And it’s only going to get better! ¬†Fall is coming (my favorite season), and I’m so looking forward to getting into my jeans and boots and just being seen. ¬†Shallow, I know, but at least I own it!

My contribution to this whole thing will be pretty transparent. ¬†I plan to report it all (or most of it anyway): the good, the bad, and the ugly. ¬†Today, I’m feeling unsure. ¬†I really need to get a digital scale and some measuring tape so I can see where I am. ¬†Until I start seeing some substantial results, I’ll likely need reassurance often. Granted, it’s only been a few weeks, but still. ¬†Until then, I’ll be tweaking my methods here and there, and seeing how my body responds. ¬†I’mma do this!

Be back later, gators. ūüėÄ


Welcome, gentle reader, to Two Black Girls on a Diet. I’m J, one half of 2BGOAD. T (the other half) and I are following a low carb, high fat (LCHF) diet in our attempts to reclaim our sexy. We’re still learning about it through some trial and error and info on Facebook group pages.

If I’m honest…and I am…because let’s face it…we can’t build trust if I start our relationship with lies, can we?? So…if I’m honest, I’ll confess that I have crap willpower and I cheat on my diet. Often. Like, so much that it has adequate grounds for divorce. However, I’m still losing weight. I just need to find the wherewithal to get it together and do this thing RIGHT, ya know? But I’m weak, man. Weak to the delicious, delicious carbs. *le sigh*

I’m trying, y’all. Maybe documenting will help me stay focused. Gosh, this is when having one of those Type A personalities would come in mighty handy.

Alright, I’m off to fry some LCHF-friendly chicken wings for dinner. I don’t know how they’ll turn out. I’ll report back! Toodles!