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| Do you ever do this? It's an old habit for me and I think it began in college. A term paper would be due the next day, or I'd have some writing assignment to do, and I would just start eating as I worked. I could go through four or five meal while pulling an all-nighter to finish a 10 page essay. Didn't matter what the food was, healthy or unhealthy, I'd scarf it down while typing away at full speed. I still do it, but I've tailored my "problem solving eating" to be mostly health foods now, so it's not like falling off the wagon, it's more like stalling the engine. I don't lose weight over a weekend of working hard and eating hard, but I don't necessarily gain weight either. Anyway, on a different subject, I found some vitamin information recently that was some pretty good stuff. Some of the best multivitamins, some good omegas and what not. | ||
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| It's the end of the workday, so I'm going to make this one quick. I've got a case of the caveman diet munchies. No, not the post-pot induced munchies, just a simple stretch of hunger because I probably didn't get quite enough calories at lunchtime. I've been reading about "IF" recently or "intermittent fasting" and I thought I'd start out by just reducing the amount of calories in my lunchtime meal, but I'm not so sure its working, at least damage control wise. Instead of feeling more energized and healthier, I just feel weaker eating less calories. I'm not exactly sure what my ideal calorie intake should be, but it has to be more than I'm eating right now. Starting tomorrow I'm falling back on good old fashioned meats and vegetables. Hubby wants me to go with him to a business luncheon on Friday. I agreed, but they're dining at an Italian restaurant, and Italian food is so carbo-loaded, I'm not sure what I'm going to do! Anyway, onward and upward as they say... Browsing the health section of the internet (is it real?), I found a couple good sites on orac value and vitamins online. Check them out if you get the time. | ||
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| Whew, no matter how much weight you lose (16 pounds so far!) there's still plenty of reminders that you're not the skinny little girl doing 100 yard dashes at high school track meets. I hiked up a mountain yesterday. Went up a wide, wide trail. Wide enough for a car to drive, I guess for the rangers' department to drive to the rescue when the more adventurous hikers with washboard abs break their ankles climbing up cliffsides and that sort of X-treme nonsense. So the road was wide. But steep. And 6 miles long. Remember those days when you were young and you went to the amusement park or the beach. About 6 hours of playing around, walking over the baking asphalt or the baking sand, getting little bruises and big sunburns, tearing your clothes a bit, losing an item, and having a great time? That's what this hike felt like. It really wore me out. I'm not just talking sore, I'm talking cooked. I went home and just lay down, too exhausted to even read. And it was wonderful. It's the feeling of being fully used. I tested my limits, nay, even pushed my limits just a tad. And next week I'll go even further. I believe a good reason why I was able to hike to the top of that mountain was because of omega 3 benefits. That, and I take the master formula. | ||
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| Oh boy, I'm really dropping the pounds now! I've eating all sorts of proteins and not even a spoonful of sugar. I've been on this "no carb" diet for a couple of weeks and I've already lost 10 pounds! Only 60 more to go! Oh my, this is going to be a long, enduring process. But it feels so good to be thinner. Soon my husband might even cancel his subscription to Playboy I look so sexy (honestly, what married man reads Playboy, my husband is so weird sometimes). My next step is to convince my daughter to lose the weight. It's a tricky subject with her. She's 13, which is a painful age for girls, especially if you've got a few extra pounds (I should know, I was quite the porker when I was thirteen). But if she wants to catch the boys in high school, she'd best start eating more veggies and less slurpees. She goes to the Sonic with her friends after school every day and they get mozerella sticks and slushees. Every day! I told her to skip the slushee and just bring along some carrots. She didn't take that too well. Anyway, I'm not trying to get abs on a high fat diet. I'm just trying to make my husband smile at me again. It's not like I'm trying to find the perfect way of how to relieve stress through orac value or anything. | ||
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| It's funny, I've never been much of a cook. I always assumed the more I cook, the more I eat, the fatter I get. It's simply not true. Ever since I've been dieting my way back to health, I've been cooking more and more often. I find eating out and/or eating frozen or microwavable meals is a sure way to pack on tons of extra calories, so the only other option is to cook my own healthy meals. Cooking healthy meals is like writing sonnets. There are certain rules and guidelines you can't break, and you may never have as much fun with a poem as you do with free verse, but there's still a lot of room for some amazing work. The only problem with cooking is the cost. Believe it or not, I've founding cooking to be MORE expensive than eating out, simply because I never kept a well-stocked kitchen, so I always find myself buying utensils and dishes I've never had, just to fulfill the requirements to cook the dish! So, I'm eating healthy, but I'm being careful, because I've heard of an eating disorder called orthorexia, which effects people who eat too healthy. And lord knows I'm prone to eating disorders. I've been getting into public records search stuff as well, during my spare time (sorry for the non sequitor!). | ||
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| So many vitamins are yellow? For the longest time I always thought companies did this simply because yellow was a pleasing color. Not so. It's actually the B vitamins in most multivitamins that give it that yellowy color. That's the same reason your pee is a little more yellow if you are taking a potent dose of Vitamin B's or if you take a super multivitamin. Also, here's some health links: Vitamin Information gives general information about vitamins online. How to relieve stress helps with in explaining the reduction of cortisol levels in a person's body. | ||
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| Let me list some of the things I fret this Holiday Season: 1) Egg Nog: This stuff is brutal. Brutally Good, that is. And brutally, brutally bad. And I've now used my quota of the word "brutal" for at least a month. 2) Fruitcake: I am possibly the only person in America who likes fruitcake. Unfortunately it's so high in sugar! 3) Chocolate Santas: I don't like eating these as much as biting their little Santa heads off, crunch! 4) Those countdown calenders: I can't remember what they're called. But they're filled with candy. I'll be the first to admit I've finished calenders early, only to start new calenders and finish those too. I use to go through five or six months every Christmas. 5) Pecan Pie: The secret ingredient is sugar. I don't much care for apple pie or any sort of cobler or anything involving cranberries. But, you toss some pecans in a pan and mix in some brown sugar....I'm in heaven. To counter all of these fatty glories which will be ruining my diet, I keep on finding new and better health blogs. The two for this week are Damage Control and omega 3 capsules. Nothing revolutionary, just a good bit of fun at the expense of good health. Anyway, out of my five worst Christmas enemies, I believe the only one I will succumb to this year will be the pecan pie. I heard uncle Frank has a new recipe, and it involves bars of chocolate mixed into the pie. I can't wait, even though I certainly should. | ||
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| It's my birthday!!! Actually, it's my birthday tomorrow, but very conveniently during the Thanksgiving holiday week. So, here's my dilemna... Do I stuff myself with birthday cake and goodies or do I play it healthy for the birthday? I was already planning on falling on the wagon for Thanksgiving. My mother puts as much butter as she can into every dish she makes, which makes all her dishes unbearably good and unbelievably fattening. There's no way to do healthy Thanksgiving, so I splurge and then run my ass off the rest of the week to work down those gained pounds. The problem is, since my birthday and Thanksgiving are two days apart this year, if I eat cake on my B-day, I'd essentially be going the whole week off the diet. I've only lost 7 pounds so far. It has taken me long enough, and I'm worried I could gain most of that back over one week. On the other hand, what's a birthday without cake? I guess I'll have to give up the chocolate this year, if I'm serious about losing this weight, these are the kinds of sacrifices I'll have to make. Instead of cake, I'll go to the vitamin shop or just buy myself some vitamins online as a birthday present. Happy Birthday, healthy me! | ||
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| This is a tricky topic with me. I don't support fatness. When I was in college I knew a couple girls who would t-shirts saying "I'm fat" or "It's a choice, not a disease." I guess they were proud of their 200+ pounds. I was not. And I'm still not. I think being proud of being fat is the same as being proud of being rail thin. Neither are healthy. Admittedly, in many ways its a one sided prejudice. People disapprove of both anorexia and obesity, but rich men will still fawn over a 20something anorexic if she's good with an eyeliner and her laugh isn't too grating. This is where I get controversial, but here's what I believe. That girl's shirt was right Obesity is a choice, not a disease. But it's the WRONG choice. I don't think any athletic person one day ups and decides they're going to make the CHOICE to gain 150 pounds. No one wants to be that heavy. Being fat is like being poor. It's something you are, and you don't want to be. It takes a lot of hard work to get rich and it takes a lot of hard work to get thin, and some people have it easier than others, that's just the way of things. The difference is it's acceptable to ridicule someone for being fat whereas it's offensive to ridicule someone for being poor. That's what I think those shirts are about. Fat girls don't want to be fat. They just want other people to know that they can still be proud of who they are, because some day they might just achieve their goals. Anyway. Onward to orac value! I've also got the best multivitamin for you to check out if you're interested. Anyway, if I'm wrong about the fat and proud thing, I'd love to hear it. | ||
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| When is the day you admit to yourself you are fat? For me it was the day I went to JC Penny's to buy new sweat pants. A woman's body is always changing, bloating, thinning, widening in certain areas and slendering out in other areas. Then pregnancy changes the body again. So I never fretted too much over buying different sized jeans or skirts. I figured it was because I was moving out of my no-hips teen years or because I was finally gaining some curves, or it was only love handles, or because I'd just had a baby. I always had a legit excuse to jump up just a size in pants. But good old sweat pants. they just keep stretching right along with you. You can always feel as thing as you were when you were 18 because you're wearing the same sweat pants you wore back then! Then one day, the sweat pants just didn't fit. They'd stretched as far as they could go. I squeezed them on and looked at myself in a mirror. It wasn't just the fat showing through the pants, it was every small deformity in my legs and the worse part was, well.....let's just say nothing was left to the imagination. So I had to go to JC Penney and buy three new pairs of sweat pants. Sweat pants don't come in size numbers. They come in S, M, L, and XL, and I was trading in my M's for XL's. I was red faced and shaking buy the time I got to the checkout line, and I couldn't even look at the checkout girl as I made my purchase. I left the store, rushed across the parking lot, climbed into my car, and cried my eyes out. I looked at myself through the rear-view mirror and sat, "I'm fat. I'm fat, I'm fat, I'm fat and I know it." I didn't make the decision to change my life around right there. I sulked for a couple weeks. Then I said enough, it was time to get back into those M's. I'm not there yet, I'm barely out of my XL's back into the L's, but I'm on the right path. I'm not sure I would be without my husband (and I little help from Richard Simmons! Thank you, you silly little man!). Oh hey, I've got a couple new blogs to mention, too. Here's one on the best multivitamins, and here's one on the vitamin shop, though it isn't a vitamin shop in itself. | ||
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| "Oops, she did drugs again. Got lost in the fame. She's broken apart from her babies, babies." Okay, that's my attempt at song parody, but can you believe it?! Is it negligence, stupidity, or one of those "celebrity-cries-for-help" syndrome things? I propose we get the girl some vitamins. They aren't as high impact as blow, but I really do believe some of the benefits of vitamins could help her get a hold of herself. Anyway, just my two cents. Right now I'm getting into rhodiola rosea. It's an herbal supplement the Russians used to give their soldiers to help with their performance in places like Siberia. The way I figure, those were some rough people in some very rough climates, and yet apparently this supplement reduced the soldiers' stress and helped them maintain their health, so I'm willing to give it a try. | ||
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| Who could forget "Sweatin' to the Oldies!" I was in high school when this series of videos had its 2 weeks of popularity. I believe Michael Bolton sang half the songs on the video, and he was who I imagined I was sweating with when I worked out to these videos in my room. And you have no right to laugh because we all had crushes on Michael Bolton when he was popular. Anyway, my favorite part of the video was the end, as I was finishing up my post-work-out stretch, all the people behind Richard Simmons in the video would free style dance across the TV screen and the show would flash up the number of pounds they'd lost thanks to a small gay man and the beach boys. Shadenfrauda would kick in as I thought, "Well, I'm not that old, and I'm not that fat." Well now I am that old, and I am that fat. I'm not depressed about it. I'm married, which helps quite a bit in the support department when you've got someone who loves you despite (or because) of the chubbiness. So I decided to buy the old, old, Sweatin' to the Oldies this week and see if they can do their thing again. This time I'm coming at it from the other side of the fence. We'll see what happens. | ||
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