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FYI, I weighed in at 225 this morning. STALL-ing! DUM-DUM-DUUUUMMMMM!
No big secret why. I can haz comfurt fuds? I can haz sushi? Today it was a Crimson Cup latte. I asked for sugar-free syrup but there was enough hidden sugar elsewhere in the drink that I was out of ketosis by the time we got home this evening. Whoops.
OK. I’m waiting for software to get here. Then I am going to reboot this sucker. It’s time I made it look like an actual semi-professional blog instead of this… whatever this thing here is that I’m doing.
Stay tuned… DUM-DUM-DUUUUMMMMM!
(Also? Anything I ever said about thinking I had a future with my high school sweetheart? Forget I ever said it. Completely off-topic, but… yeah. Wanna know why I’ve been depressed? There you go. At least now I don’t have to be anymore, ’cause I know what’s going on.)
I am not sure how much I want to bother with weekly features after all, other than the usual weigh-in day. It seems like too much trouble to keep up with right now. I am going through some pretty ugly depression, although I suppose it could be worse because at least I can recognize it and admit to it, but I find myself with a serious case of CBA. For you Yankees, that’s “can’t be arsed.” Don’t know when it will lift. It’s pretty heavy right now.
I’ve got Living Cookbook software on the way in the mail and can at that point make more of an honest woman out of myself with the diet, since I’ve been going way off the beam with it for a while now. Not horrible cheating, but sushi more often than usual and stuff like that. And still not eating enough. And it is maddening. So hopefully I get that reined in soon too.
As you can see on the skinnyr graph at the blog, I hit my lowest weight in over a year recently. But now I’ve put two pounds back on. No damn good. Got to nip that in the bud. Gee, this is gonna be fun. Ever fight depression and your weight at the same time? Oh, who am I kidding? My audience is primarily carb addicts, I think. Of course you fight depression and your weight at the same time. Ain’t it fun? Well, that’s where I am right now. Yay. Blah.
Dear stevia sellers:
If you are jealous of the success that sucralose (Splenda) has enjoyed in the marketplace, and want a piece of the action yourself, here are a few hints for you:
1. Make your crap taste better. It’s nasty, 99 percent of the time.
2. Make it cheaper. It’s ridiculously expensive. For Pete’s sake, it’s a fucking dried leaf. This is not rocket science.
3. I was going to say “make it stand up better to baking” but this page says it can bake at temperatures up to 400 degrees F without breaking down, and most baked-good recipes call for temperatures lower than that. I’ll take their word for it. It’s still not an ideal substitute for sugar because it can’t do everything sugar can do. Neither can sucralose, I’ll admit, but polyols can, and health nuts don’t like those either.
That’s all you have to do, guys. Quit it with the bullshit hysteria campaigns. I just saw something on Facebook that said sucralose was initially developed as an insecticide. They also said that bulked out sucralose affects you the same way sugar does. I commented on the post thusly:
If they think this stuff affects you the same way as sugar just because it has maltodextrin and/or dextrose in it (depends on which form of Splenda you’re talking about, granulated or packet), they’re crazy. I get sick from eating table sugar because my body is no longer accustomed to it. I don’t get sick from Splenda. Now, I don’t generally eat huge amounts of it either. I have a couple packets here, a couple packets there–nothing like the sugar I was consuming years ago.
It’s still not as bad for you as sugar is. Anyone who says otherwise obviously thinks losing eyesight and kidneys and feet is no big deal. I have type 2 diabetics in my family and can’t play around with this.
Stevia? Make it taste better first. And stand up better to baking. And frankly there have been some concerns about the safety of stevia too. Let’s just say sweetness is poison and accept that if we’re going to have a lot of sweet stuff, REGARDLESS of the sweetening agent, that we are taking risks with our health and lives. How about that?
and…
Other comments, based on what I’ve read here:
http://www.downtoearth.org/health/vitamins-supplements/sucralose-dangerous-sugar-substitute
1. The thymus gland is supposed to shrink. You’re supposed to have barely any thymus left by the time you’re an adult.
2. My hemoglobin A1C was normal when I last went to the doctor, which was this most recent July. I’ve been using Splenda for years now. That glycosated [sic] hemoglobin they’re talking about is what the HgA1C measures.
For what it’s worth. I’ll keep my mind open about the insecticide thing but really, you eat herbs, don’t you? They kill bugs too.
Seriously, have you looked into the toxicity of herbs? I love them, I love learning about herbal medicine and I think that on balance they’re better for us than the chemical soup presented to us by the pharmaceutical industry, BUT, they’re still dangerous if you use them wrong–even the culinary herbs. They use thymol, one of the most important constituents in thyme, rosemary, and culinary sage, as an antifungal preservative for the original United States Constitution. If you opened the capsule the Constitution is kept in without taking proper precautions, you’d get sick.
These nature nuts (and I mean that in the best possible way) will get hysterical about a few atoms of chlorine but make themselves sick cutting all the fat out of their diets, or ingest an essential oil they’re not supposed to eat and die of liver failure. It’s insane.
I was reading a comment today on the California Avocado Commission’s fan page by someone who throws avocado pits into their Vita-Mix when they use avocados in a smoothie. The CAC’s response was something like “OMG please don’t do that, that’s bad for you.” WTF people? You’re on Facebook advertising your stupidity to the world. Do a goddamn Google search. Your liver will thank you.
But I WAY digressed there. Dear stevia sellers, if you would just work a little harder at selling your product on its own merits (and giving it more merits–it hasn’t enough yet, if you ask me), you wouldn’t need to smear the competition.
I want to like your stuff. Really, I do. I’m trying.
Oh, and it would help if you would be more forthcoming about the potential hazards of YOUR product. I’m just sayin’.
No love,
Me.
248.5 | 224 | 140
Sorry about the blur! It looks worse in closeup. I do a rush job sometimes because I don’t want the scale shutting off before I get the picture taken. D’oh!
My appetite’s still pretty good. I had a bit of weight gain over the weekend but it seems to have mostly gone away again. I must confess, I’ve been really bad with the sushi in the past month. I am one of those people who goes for the comfort food when life seems really topsy-turvy. Nobody told me that a long-distance relationship with someone I know and someone I really, really want to be with would be this damn hard. Considering all that, I think I am doing really well. Even a year ago I might have really lost my shit by now.
Seems amazing to realize that food affects your mental health… but it sure does mine. If you are struggling with depression or other mental or emotional issues (same thing, really), you might take a good hard look at your diet. Especially you low-fat low-carbers out there. What ARE you thinking? The only kind of low-fat low-carbing anyone should be doing is the kind of low fat that comes from being normal weight! But I digress.
I confess I am not being the most disciplined person lately. I’m still eating mostly low-carb, but we’ve had a lot of sushi around here lately. And I mean the stuff with rice. Once a month is one thing; I’ve known of low-carbers who give themselves a monthly free day. (Comes in handy around the holidays.) This has been a lot more often. I think it’s the emotional eating creeping in again. But I don’t generally eat enough to knock me out of ketosis, and most of the time I’m what you’d call “good.” Most of the lack of discipline is a lack of meal planning, really.
I also still need to kick in a regular exercise program. Still trying to figure this one out. I don’t want to spend my time running and jumping around. I need to work on my muscles actually. I’m pretty weak and stuff is pretty out of shape and pathetic. I suspect that if I get that squared away, my cardio endurance will improve too. That’s what Fred Hahn seems to think, anyhow. Because it means I don’t have to jog around town with my bits jiggling, I shall defer to his greater wisdom in this regard. 
note: Egads! I started this post on Wednesday all right… then I didn’t finish it and publish it! So some of this got written on Thursday. D’oh! But I am dating it Wednesday. Deal.
Ever since we moved into this house last year I’ve spent most of that time depressed and stagnant. A lot of it was (1) having to give up my apartment, which at least afforded an illusion of independence; and (2) having to move in with a guy who, let’s face it, has put me through the wringer quite a lot in the last eight years. He and I are getting along pretty OK if I ignore the hints about him wanting to reconcile, but I’ve still been pretty mopey. Getting back in touch with Craig changed a lot of that and I’ve gradually been lighting a fire under my own ass and trying to get myself back on track. Have had a few setbacks, but generally the direction I’m moving is forward these days.
So, I have a lot of accumulated schmutz to deal with. One of the jobs I’ve put off is regular cleaning of the basement, especially the area where I lock up the cats at night. It’s a large area of the basement, and I put them down there so that one of them in particular is not peeing all over everything because she knows I’m not looking. She is still peeing, but it’s at least on concrete floor and a heck of a lot easier to clean, rather than on carpet or the couch or my favorite chair or my little girl’s blankie or… you get the idea. She also likes to knock on my bedroom door at night so I’ll let her in to sleep with me, but since she’s peed on my bed twice since I moved in here, that’s not going to happen. (I have a mattress protector that works very, very well. Thank God, because it’s a new bed.) It’s not fair if I lock her up and let the other three girls run free. So… The basement is Kitty Jail at night.
(She probably has crystals in her urine, at least occasionally. We can never seem to get the money together to get her to a vet, though–and we need the vet to look at her because there are two kinds of crystals a cat can get, and the treatment for one is the polar opposite of the treatment for the other. Getting it wrong will make the problem worse, so I can’t just put her on special food at home without the vet visit.)
I had been dreading the job but finally tasked myself with doing it this past weekend. And I discovered some interesting things along the way.
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248.5 | 223 | 140
After that one week where I lost eight pounds, sometimes it feels like I am swimming through molasses with the weight loss. Fun! But at least it is still a general downward trend.
I have pretty much lost all fear that I will ever see the 230s again. That’s awesome. And it’s looking more and more like I will be in the two-teens within the next month. Right now I’m wearing a pair of shorts that I could sort of squeeze into when I began this latest journey in February, but that now fit me something like normally. I am completely comfortable in them at this point. Even when they’ve just come out of the drier and I haven’t stretched them at all yet. (They’re denim.)
I can’t wait til they’re loose on me. 
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Seriously? I know I’m better than this, capable of better than this, can write a blog that keeps people reading. I’ve really been slacking lately and I’m getting sick of myself.
What would you want to read more about here, if you had any say in the matter?
Shortest. LCC post. Evar.
Good thing I weighed in Monday, huh?
Some of you may not be aware but I am living platonically with my little girl’s dad. Long story, probably boring to most of you, just we’ve got sort of a family arrangement here without in fact being what conservatives would call an “intact family.” Part of that involves helping one another out with health issues and such.
Well, today he went in for knee surgery. Thea and I accompanied him and I drove him home afterward and I’ve been running and fetching about half the time today ever since.
All on two hours’ sleep. Truth be known I was awake by 4:15 this morning because we were supposed to report at 5:45 to a surgical suite that wasn’t open til 6. Unless somebody out there’s got a TARDIS I don’t know about, this was a fustercluck in the making. Somehow we got through it. But it was so early and I needed to get something into me quick, fast, and in a hurry since all they had to eat at this medical building was Tim Horton’s(!!!), I hit a protein drink and decided I can go without a Wednesday Weigh-In every now and again.
But it’ll be back next week, assuming I don’t suddenly need knee surgery. Seven days is a long time to hold one’s breath, but hopefully y’all will be looking forward to that.
I know it’s not time for the official weekly weigh-in, but I don’t often illustrate my blog posts anymore so I thought I would throw this in here and let y’all see how I am doing. I seem to be doing that teetering-back-and-forth-in-a-five-pound-weight-range thing that I always do right before that certain time of the month. Awright, Aunt Flo, any damn time you wanna. I’m about done waiting.
Anyway. If you are anything like me, your political inclinations are somewhere between liberal and libertarian. You’re cool with individual rights, but you also recognize we live in a community and are somewhat accountable to one another whether we want to admit it or not. So it may annoy you more than a little to discover that the non-vegetarian, pro-natural-foods reform movement has attracted more than its share of Tea Party types and other right-wingers.
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248.5 | 224.5 | 140
I had a bad moment a couple days ago when it was looking like I might inch back up to the 230s. Nooooo! Not after all this work! Never again! Ew ew ew ew ew!
*whew* Looks like it was a false alarm. Hopefully after Aunt Flo visits, I’ll see even more of a drop.
Yeah, the weekend sucked. All the way to today sucked. I got nuthin’ else right now.
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