I have one. It lives in my tongue and it has direct access to my brain. It's been super vocal these last couple weeks and I've been giving in. One day it was a couple York peppermint patties. The next maybe a couple more and a mini piece of chocolate and so on. 3 Dr. Peppers in the last few weeks as well. This from only having a teaspoon and a half of sugar in my tea in the mornings and that was it. Big spike!
This week I've not been sleeping well. I think this is no coincidence. I've also stopped making progress with my spot healing. And I have to be honest, I've been a bit more free with cheese than normal (as in, I've had some. I don't normally do any milk products unless they live in my chocolate and that's been the case for a long time now).
My sugar monster is poisoning me. Tomorrow I kick the sugar monster's ass. I gave myself this weekend because my bff was finally graduating and I knew there would be some sort of yumminess at her parent's house today. There was. I had ice cream. Tomorrow it begins!
Death to the sugar monster!
P.S. C told me I should start tagging my posts. I figured since I'm getting random page views anyway I may as well. So let the tagging begin.
P.P.S. C did not like The Paleo Solution. The science stuff was boring to her. She's reading The Primal Blueprint and seems to be enjoying it more.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Those damn five fingers
Something to know about me. When I find something that catches my interest, and has more than one dimension to it, I get a little, um, obsessive about learning all there is to it. Take something as simple as make-up (no, it is not one dimensional). Need to know its history? How far back does it's use go REALLY? Was Max Factor a real person? I'm your girl! I know all the things! Well, almost all the things. I'm quite sure it's impossible for any one person to know all the things about anything. What about pin-up art and the artists who created them? Oh, don't get me started! And that's just hobby stuff. I am way super obsessive when it comes to the human body. It is so incredibly amazing to me. So finally deciding to look into this Paleo thing as you can imagine has given me a lot to obsess over.
I've been reading tons of blogs. In addition to hunt gather love http://huntgatherlove.com/ I've also been going through the extensive archives of Mark's Daily Apple www.marksdailyapple.com and because of him and all his barefooting glory, I decided to get "those ugly toe shoes" as I've been calling them since I first saw them at a baseball game a couple years ago. I ordered the least ugly pair I could find over the weekend, and they came in a couple days ago. Yep, still ugly. But I was excited none the less.
Took them out for a spin the day I got them. They're really hard to put on. Getting all my little tootsies in their own little pockets is a challenge.
As for walking in them? It's weird mentally for me. Really, really weird. And keep in mind, I go barefoot around my house all the time-no shoes allowed past the front hall. I get nasty looks from people in my complex because I go to the office to pick up packages with no shoes on. Same thing when I go pick up my mail. If I'm working out at home...no shoes. I only wear shoes when socially required to do so, so no shoes is not normally a big deal for me. But I felt almost naked. Seriously. Who would think that something as simple as footwear would have such an effect? I have to admit, I already felt slightly exposed because I've been taking my walks in a tank and shorts. I do not wear shorts. I have only one pair of shorts! They're for working out/walking only. So then I throw these almost not shoes on, and voila! I feel like I may as well be walking around the park in my undies.
The actual feeling of the shoes is interesting. I pretty quickly stopped noticing that there was something between my toes. I noticed that my strides naturally got shorter (not that with my little legs they were all that long to begin with!). I could feel everything, but at the same time my feet felt safe. When I walked on rocks, I could feel that they were sharp, but they didn't poke my feet or hurt. What was most awesome was walking in grass. I could feel the crunch of grass that hasn't greened up yet. I could feel the coolness and softness of nice fluffy green grass.
Those little bastards gave me a blister though. On my Achilles tendon. Not the pad that's supposed to prevent rub. No. The stitching where that pad is attached to the rest of the shoe! Oh well, that's what band-aids are for right? I'll buy some mole skin and all will be fine I'm sure.
I will keep wearing them for my walks. My feet feel good. They do feel like they're actually being used more. All the little muscles and tendons and connective tissue are ever so slightly sore. But it's the good sore, so I'm not complaining.
Maybe shortly I will take the dive and do a couple sprints in them...
And on a totally unrelated note, I saw a mama duck and her little babies! So stinkin cute. I of course did not have my phone with me to take a picture.
I've been reading tons of blogs. In addition to hunt gather love http://huntgatherlove.com/ I've also been going through the extensive archives of Mark's Daily Apple www.marksdailyapple.com and because of him and all his barefooting glory, I decided to get "those ugly toe shoes" as I've been calling them since I first saw them at a baseball game a couple years ago. I ordered the least ugly pair I could find over the weekend, and they came in a couple days ago. Yep, still ugly. But I was excited none the less.
Took them out for a spin the day I got them. They're really hard to put on. Getting all my little tootsies in their own little pockets is a challenge.
As for walking in them? It's weird mentally for me. Really, really weird. And keep in mind, I go barefoot around my house all the time-no shoes allowed past the front hall. I get nasty looks from people in my complex because I go to the office to pick up packages with no shoes on. Same thing when I go pick up my mail. If I'm working out at home...no shoes. I only wear shoes when socially required to do so, so no shoes is not normally a big deal for me. But I felt almost naked. Seriously. Who would think that something as simple as footwear would have such an effect? I have to admit, I already felt slightly exposed because I've been taking my walks in a tank and shorts. I do not wear shorts. I have only one pair of shorts! They're for working out/walking only. So then I throw these almost not shoes on, and voila! I feel like I may as well be walking around the park in my undies.
The actual feeling of the shoes is interesting. I pretty quickly stopped noticing that there was something between my toes. I noticed that my strides naturally got shorter (not that with my little legs they were all that long to begin with!). I could feel everything, but at the same time my feet felt safe. When I walked on rocks, I could feel that they were sharp, but they didn't poke my feet or hurt. What was most awesome was walking in grass. I could feel the crunch of grass that hasn't greened up yet. I could feel the coolness and softness of nice fluffy green grass.
Those little bastards gave me a blister though. On my Achilles tendon. Not the pad that's supposed to prevent rub. No. The stitching where that pad is attached to the rest of the shoe! Oh well, that's what band-aids are for right? I'll buy some mole skin and all will be fine I'm sure.
I will keep wearing them for my walks. My feet feel good. They do feel like they're actually being used more. All the little muscles and tendons and connective tissue are ever so slightly sore. But it's the good sore, so I'm not complaining.
Maybe shortly I will take the dive and do a couple sprints in them...
And on a totally unrelated note, I saw a mama duck and her little babies! So stinkin cute. I of course did not have my phone with me to take a picture.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Viva Las Vegas...or, how I know I'm ketone adapted
Last Friday was my grandfather's 80th birthday. He lives in Las Vegas, and my father and his uncle planned a family dinner/party in his honor.
This, and the draw of Cirque shows are the only things that could bring me to that place. My own personal version of Hell would be to be trapped walking around the strip and casinos on a Saturday night for all eternity.
One thing you should know about my father's side of the family. They're loud. I don't mean that in a bad way. They're mostly male, big and tall, and the women that were born or married into said family have learned to be soft spoken is to not be heard. My preference is to be soft spoken. This however has nothing to do with my story at all. But I thought I'd share.
Another thing to know, that does actually matter here, is they're maybe not the biggest "planners" you'll ever meet. Consequently, I ended up eating on my own a lot because I didn't know when or where the next gathering would be that would involve any food I can eat. I ate at Fat Burger. A lot. No bun of course (since I'm gluten intolerant anyway. It's kind of a given that I get funny looks at burger joints).
Inevitably what would happen right after I ate would be my father and/or stepmother would find me and off we'd go and before you know it, it's bed time. So two out of the 5 days there, I only ate once a day, and that was in the morning.
I did not kill one single person. I did not injure anyone physically or scar them mentally either. My energy and mood stayed very level. Even when faced with crowds of people and annoyances that would have previously pushed me to the edge of telling someone to back off or else before I changed my diet. FYI I really don't like crowds. I don't get nervous-I get annoyed and really want everyone to get the flip out of my way...not enough people in crowds seem to have any goals and thus wander aimlessly. Or worse, they STOP in the middle of a walkway to discuss what they'd like to do next. How about next you MOVE?!
Know what else? I didn't even want to kill anyone. Well, not because of hunger or low blood sugar anyway, but that's something else entirely...The rest of the time I managed to eat twice a day - Woooo Hoooo! So this is how I know I must be ketone adapted.
I did unfortunately sleep altogether like poo. The walls of the hotel were very thin, and I could hear all my neighbors doing whatever they were doing. If any door within a 4 room span slammed, my door and walls would shake. Neither of these things are good for going to sleep or staying asleep. The beds were super comfy though, and I managed to get in some time by the pool to read.
I also got to see "O" and "Love" on top of hanging out with my grandpa, so not all was lost! Thank goodness though he only turns 80 once, because I have no interest in going back anytime soon.
This, and the draw of Cirque shows are the only things that could bring me to that place. My own personal version of Hell would be to be trapped walking around the strip and casinos on a Saturday night for all eternity.
One thing you should know about my father's side of the family. They're loud. I don't mean that in a bad way. They're mostly male, big and tall, and the women that were born or married into said family have learned to be soft spoken is to not be heard. My preference is to be soft spoken. This however has nothing to do with my story at all. But I thought I'd share.
Another thing to know, that does actually matter here, is they're maybe not the biggest "planners" you'll ever meet. Consequently, I ended up eating on my own a lot because I didn't know when or where the next gathering would be that would involve any food I can eat. I ate at Fat Burger. A lot. No bun of course (since I'm gluten intolerant anyway. It's kind of a given that I get funny looks at burger joints).
Inevitably what would happen right after I ate would be my father and/or stepmother would find me and off we'd go and before you know it, it's bed time. So two out of the 5 days there, I only ate once a day, and that was in the morning.
I did not kill one single person. I did not injure anyone physically or scar them mentally either. My energy and mood stayed very level. Even when faced with crowds of people and annoyances that would have previously pushed me to the edge of telling someone to back off or else before I changed my diet. FYI I really don't like crowds. I don't get nervous-I get annoyed and really want everyone to get the flip out of my way...not enough people in crowds seem to have any goals and thus wander aimlessly. Or worse, they STOP in the middle of a walkway to discuss what they'd like to do next. How about next you MOVE?!
Know what else? I didn't even want to kill anyone. Well, not because of hunger or low blood sugar anyway, but that's something else entirely...The rest of the time I managed to eat twice a day - Woooo Hoooo! So this is how I know I must be ketone adapted.
I did unfortunately sleep altogether like poo. The walls of the hotel were very thin, and I could hear all my neighbors doing whatever they were doing. If any door within a 4 room span slammed, my door and walls would shake. Neither of these things are good for going to sleep or staying asleep. The beds were super comfy though, and I managed to get in some time by the pool to read.
I also got to see "O" and "Love" on top of hanging out with my grandpa, so not all was lost! Thank goodness though he only turns 80 once, because I have no interest in going back anytime soon.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Hunt Gather Love
I've been reading that blog the last week or so. It's been nice to get a woman's view on all things (mind you a former vegan woman!) paleo/evolutionary health. She doesn't shy away from talking about things that effect us, and why eating this way is really really important for everyone, but especially women.
She has a super good suggested reading list, and I've already stuck a few of them into my Amazon wish list.
I declare her nifty. I stayed up too late last night watching "Fat Head" so this is really all I've got. But she is nifty.
She has a super good suggested reading list, and I've already stuck a few of them into my Amazon wish list.
I declare her nifty. I stayed up too late last night watching "Fat Head" so this is really all I've got. But she is nifty.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Paleo is logic
I've been thinking about how easy it was for me to make this choice. After all, I don't believe in "diets" and have never purchased a book in my life before that said anything on the cover about transforming your life in 30 days. B.S.! would be the thought that would cross my mind if something like that jumped out at me.
The difference here is science. Logic. Facts. Those are good things in my world. And it's not just a diet, it's a lifestyle that encompasses everything. Eating, sleeping, waking, working, moving. Thinking! Learning about this lifestyle helps you shift your understanding of you, and your interactions with others.
Little background about me. I'm weird. Seriously. It's endearing to most people because I'm small and have a cute little voice and am very feminine and my physical features fit comfortably within the golden ratio. Who the hell talks about the golden ratio? Me. Weird people like me. And did you also notice that I said people are ok with this weirdness of mine because of my physical traits? We don't like to think we're ruled by our hormones, genes, and various other aspects of our biology in terms of our social behavior, but you'd better believe we are. If I were taller, larger, less feminine and had a deeper voice, my "quirks" would be abrasive and I would be labeled a freak and I would make people uncomfortable. Instead, due only to my looks and voice we get "oh that crazy girl! she's so cute when she starts talking about phalanges and synovial fluid!" And I do. Those are two of my favorite words.
I embraced my quirkiness a long time ago because the energy it took to suppress it and fit in with all the other girls was just too much. So I said fuck it bitches. Not really, but you get it right? Not worth the bother to look and act like I was told girls should.
I like science. I like anthropology. I like Darwin. I like math. I like religion. I like biology. I like physiology. I like how all of these things relate to each other. I like that there is a MATHEMATICAL EQUATION you can use to determine with near absolute certainty whether something/someone will be pleasing to the eye (that would be my beloved golden ratio).
I say near absolute certainty because of people like Uma Therman. I'm not going to lie, she is a mathematical anomaly, and completely stunning (in my book anyway). While I'm at it, Jennifer Aniston is in that boat as well. Men love love love her to death though. I think she's cute, but from a logical and evolutionary stand point, totally got where Mr. Brad was coming from. Here he is, arguably one of the most desired alpha males in our culture. And along comes one of the most beautiful alpha females in our culture...what do you expect?! Biology demanded that he end up with the more attractive of the two to settle down and make beautiful babies with. In my evolutionary fantasies, their (biological) son marries Halle Berry's daughter and then the most perfect offspring in all of human history is born.
However, I digress. My dad said once that I remind him of the main character in the TV show "Bones". I know too much crap that is not entirely useful on a day to day basis and I can be hyper logical. I love facts and nature and how biology really rules us. Everything we say and do in relation to others is deeply tied into our evolutionary journey.
No other lifestyle choice I've encountered on my health journey acknowledges this. Some claim to, and try to be all encompassing. Such as veganisim. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of respect for the discipline of vegans. I have respect for why they make that lifestyle choice. I have vegan friends, and it is a lovely thought. Kind of like Communism - great on paper, but doesn't work in real life.Veganism fails to acknowledge the design of the human body (while Communism fails to acknowledge the human spirit). We were designed to be carnivorous omnivores. We cannot remain healthy while eating as if we are herbivores. We are not cows or goats or horses. Look at our spines! Herbivores have straight, fairly immobile spines. Stick a saddle on it's back and away we go. Look at the spine of any four legged carnivore. Quite like ours (yes, longer and with tails I know, but quite mobile and twisty turny when needed). Why would nature design a body that for all intents and purposes moves like a carnivore, but intend it to live like an herbivore? Herbivores have those straight spines in part because it makes it easier to keep your head to the ground so you can eat ALL FREAKIN DAY. Nature is not stupid, and it wouldn't do that. Physiologically speaking, you have more in common with a wolf than you do a sheep.
Which brings me back to why I like this Paleo lifestyle. It acknowledges this very basic fact. We are a product of our evolution. We are not just what we eat, we are everything we do in relation to what our DNA demands. So we are what we eat. We are how we sleep, how we wake, how we work, and we are how we move. And all of these things impact how we think. The very thing that we think is most "us". Our own thoughts. If we do not live in line with how this vehicle for our brain was designed to function, it changes our very thoughts!
It's a complete paradigm shift for most people. And I think one that's extremely important. When you look at life and our interactions with the world and all those in it through the lens of evolution, it just makes a hell of a lot more sense.
The difference here is science. Logic. Facts. Those are good things in my world. And it's not just a diet, it's a lifestyle that encompasses everything. Eating, sleeping, waking, working, moving. Thinking! Learning about this lifestyle helps you shift your understanding of you, and your interactions with others.
Little background about me. I'm weird. Seriously. It's endearing to most people because I'm small and have a cute little voice and am very feminine and my physical features fit comfortably within the golden ratio. Who the hell talks about the golden ratio? Me. Weird people like me. And did you also notice that I said people are ok with this weirdness of mine because of my physical traits? We don't like to think we're ruled by our hormones, genes, and various other aspects of our biology in terms of our social behavior, but you'd better believe we are. If I were taller, larger, less feminine and had a deeper voice, my "quirks" would be abrasive and I would be labeled a freak and I would make people uncomfortable. Instead, due only to my looks and voice we get "oh that crazy girl! she's so cute when she starts talking about phalanges and synovial fluid!" And I do. Those are two of my favorite words.
I embraced my quirkiness a long time ago because the energy it took to suppress it and fit in with all the other girls was just too much. So I said fuck it bitches. Not really, but you get it right? Not worth the bother to look and act like I was told girls should.
I like science. I like anthropology. I like Darwin. I like math. I like religion. I like biology. I like physiology. I like how all of these things relate to each other. I like that there is a MATHEMATICAL EQUATION you can use to determine with near absolute certainty whether something/someone will be pleasing to the eye (that would be my beloved golden ratio).
I say near absolute certainty because of people like Uma Therman. I'm not going to lie, she is a mathematical anomaly, and completely stunning (in my book anyway). While I'm at it, Jennifer Aniston is in that boat as well. Men love love love her to death though. I think she's cute, but from a logical and evolutionary stand point, totally got where Mr. Brad was coming from. Here he is, arguably one of the most desired alpha males in our culture. And along comes one of the most beautiful alpha females in our culture...what do you expect?! Biology demanded that he end up with the more attractive of the two to settle down and make beautiful babies with. In my evolutionary fantasies, their (biological) son marries Halle Berry's daughter and then the most perfect offspring in all of human history is born.
However, I digress. My dad said once that I remind him of the main character in the TV show "Bones". I know too much crap that is not entirely useful on a day to day basis and I can be hyper logical. I love facts and nature and how biology really rules us. Everything we say and do in relation to others is deeply tied into our evolutionary journey.
No other lifestyle choice I've encountered on my health journey acknowledges this. Some claim to, and try to be all encompassing. Such as veganisim. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of respect for the discipline of vegans. I have respect for why they make that lifestyle choice. I have vegan friends, and it is a lovely thought. Kind of like Communism - great on paper, but doesn't work in real life.Veganism fails to acknowledge the design of the human body (while Communism fails to acknowledge the human spirit). We were designed to be carnivorous omnivores. We cannot remain healthy while eating as if we are herbivores. We are not cows or goats or horses. Look at our spines! Herbivores have straight, fairly immobile spines. Stick a saddle on it's back and away we go. Look at the spine of any four legged carnivore. Quite like ours (yes, longer and with tails I know, but quite mobile and twisty turny when needed). Why would nature design a body that for all intents and purposes moves like a carnivore, but intend it to live like an herbivore? Herbivores have those straight spines in part because it makes it easier to keep your head to the ground so you can eat ALL FREAKIN DAY. Nature is not stupid, and it wouldn't do that. Physiologically speaking, you have more in common with a wolf than you do a sheep.
Which brings me back to why I like this Paleo lifestyle. It acknowledges this very basic fact. We are a product of our evolution. We are not just what we eat, we are everything we do in relation to what our DNA demands. So we are what we eat. We are how we sleep, how we wake, how we work, and we are how we move. And all of these things impact how we think. The very thing that we think is most "us". Our own thoughts. If we do not live in line with how this vehicle for our brain was designed to function, it changes our very thoughts!
It's a complete paradigm shift for most people. And I think one that's extremely important. When you look at life and our interactions with the world and all those in it through the lens of evolution, it just makes a hell of a lot more sense.
Monday, April 9, 2012
So maybe don't eat cake-even if it's gluten free
Or you may find that your dermatitis herpetiformis comes out to say hi.
Sounds bad huh? Kinda depends really. For me it can be. For most people, it's just a warning they got glutenated. Basically they're tiny, itchy, watery filled bumps that are supposedly only associated with gluten in those sensitive to such things. I put supposedly in there, as I for sure made an all kinds of gluten free cake, and frosting and those little bastards still came out to play. Kept me up last night I was so itchy (I shall intentionally digress here. You know what really bugs me? When people say they itch an itch. Like: "I was itchy so I itched it." No you didn't. You were itchy so you scratched it. Itch is what it does to you, scratch is what you do to it. Got it?).
The main reason I have any concern over the itchy bumps is because they can lead to psoriasis for me. I actually have to be pretty careful not to injure (ie-break) my skin, because that brings inflammation. Inflammation triggers the immune system further, sends white blood cells and such to the cut/open wound/whatever. In a person that has a normal immune system, that's all good. Immune system kills the bad guys that may have made a mini incursion into the host, and everyone is the better for the incident. In a person with an immune system that believes it is a freakin Navy SEAL that's on a mission, and that mission is to destroy the host's first line of defense (that would be skin), that's really not cool. Do not stimulate The Hussy's immune system. There is an upside to that crazy immune system o' mine. I don't get colds or the flu. Which is good because if I did, I'd probably get pneumonia. Because my immune system is, as previously stated, crazy.
Anyway. The moral of the story is even gluten free cake is bad for you. And me. Probably mostly me. This is a sad, sad day indeed.
Sounds bad huh? Kinda depends really. For me it can be. For most people, it's just a warning they got glutenated. Basically they're tiny, itchy, watery filled bumps that are supposedly only associated with gluten in those sensitive to such things. I put supposedly in there, as I for sure made an all kinds of gluten free cake, and frosting and those little bastards still came out to play. Kept me up last night I was so itchy (I shall intentionally digress here. You know what really bugs me? When people say they itch an itch. Like: "I was itchy so I itched it." No you didn't. You were itchy so you scratched it. Itch is what it does to you, scratch is what you do to it. Got it?).
The main reason I have any concern over the itchy bumps is because they can lead to psoriasis for me. I actually have to be pretty careful not to injure (ie-break) my skin, because that brings inflammation. Inflammation triggers the immune system further, sends white blood cells and such to the cut/open wound/whatever. In a person that has a normal immune system, that's all good. Immune system kills the bad guys that may have made a mini incursion into the host, and everyone is the better for the incident. In a person with an immune system that believes it is a freakin Navy SEAL that's on a mission, and that mission is to destroy the host's first line of defense (that would be skin), that's really not cool. Do not stimulate The Hussy's immune system. There is an upside to that crazy immune system o' mine. I don't get colds or the flu. Which is good because if I did, I'd probably get pneumonia. Because my immune system is, as previously stated, crazy.
Anyway. The moral of the story is even gluten free cake is bad for you. And me. Probably mostly me. This is a sad, sad day indeed.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
I'm eating cake right now
For breakfast.
I'm feeling hormonal.Today is supposed to be day 33. I decided on Friday I would stop eating eggs for a bit to see if that sped up my healing process for my spots. I had 2 eggs left. Sure, I could have thrown them out, or made an omelet or something. But omelets don't sound super awesome when you're a hormonal woman. So I made a gluten free cake last night. I actually just finished the small piece I'd cut for myself last night that I so could not finish. I almost couldn't finish it just now. Don't you worry. The rest of the cake will probably go to waste. Oh well. It's mine to waste if I want to.
Now, progress. Aside from being super hormonal right now (which 30 days of anything cannot even hope to correct...maybe after 60 days I'll start to see more of a difference. Don't think though that I'm some sort of hormonal monster, I just really crave sugar and feel like a stupid girl for a couple days. I even get super tempted to watch romantic comedies and such.), I feel pretty awesome. I've come to realize fajitas are not my friend though. That is sad. I don't know if it's the peppers or the onions, but something does not sit well. I'm thinking peppers. Life without onions? Can you even imagine?! No thank you sir.
As of yesterday, I was just over 107. Not going to lie, that kinda freaked me out. I don't want to get too skinny. Remember, weight loss was not a goal, and while I didn't mind the 5-7 pounds, getting under 108 (the least I've weighed since I was 19 and went on BC), was disturbing to me. So I did lots (and by lots I really mean a fairly reasonable amount) of weight bearing exercise yesterday. More muscle=more weight. This morning I'm just over 108, but I know that it's just water/hormone stuff. I guess I'll get to whatever I'm actually supposed to be at and that will be that.
I no longer feel bloated after I eat. My tummy is SUPER flat all day, and you can even see my abs more. Oh and even more exciting? I'll have to remind myself of this if I look at the scale and feel too skinny. My cellulite (my celly as I not so fondly refer to it), is going away.
Can we talk about that crap for a minute? That was a gift to me from birth control. It gave me cellulite, turned me into a raging bitch (mostly that's gone, but lets just say it still sneaks out from time to time), killed my patience, made me gain 20 lbs (which wasn't a bad thing for me at the time since I started at 94 lbs), and messed up my, uhhhhh, well, you know. Lets just say it was extremely effective at preventing me from getting preggers because when my boyfriend was not too terrified to try to touch me, I "wasn't in the mood". Thanks pharmaceutical companies! I really appreciate it. No, I mean it. Really. Ok, not really,. You guys need to fix that shit.
My spots. They are the bane of my existence. But they're healing. Slowly but surely, and faster than usual. These things really do take forever to go away, but they're all so much better than before I started this. I no longer look in the mirror at work and feel like my face looks like it's falling off. Granted, office bathroom mirrors have the worst lighting a woman could ever find herself in, but now my skin even looks good in that light. That is saying something!
I'm trying to figure out what will be for breakfast over the next few weeks. You wouldn't think that's so hard, but my brain is super hardwired to eggs/toast/bacon are what breakfast is made of. Toast is gone forever (even the gluten free kind. I've noticed such a huge difference in the mornings with my tummy that I can't go back to gluten free bread). Eggs gone for (hopefully) just a bit. Bacon will not cut it all on it's own. I have some grapes. My favorite genetic modification. Seedless. I have to go to the grocery store(s) today, so I better figure it out.
I don't think grapes are like pineapples yet in that pineapples have become so dependent on us humans, that they no longer make seeds. So seedless would indeed be some sort of genetic modification.
That doesn't have anything to do with this, just a digression. That's how my brain works.
I'm feeling hormonal.Today is supposed to be day 33. I decided on Friday I would stop eating eggs for a bit to see if that sped up my healing process for my spots. I had 2 eggs left. Sure, I could have thrown them out, or made an omelet or something. But omelets don't sound super awesome when you're a hormonal woman. So I made a gluten free cake last night. I actually just finished the small piece I'd cut for myself last night that I so could not finish. I almost couldn't finish it just now. Don't you worry. The rest of the cake will probably go to waste. Oh well. It's mine to waste if I want to.
Now, progress. Aside from being super hormonal right now (which 30 days of anything cannot even hope to correct...maybe after 60 days I'll start to see more of a difference. Don't think though that I'm some sort of hormonal monster, I just really crave sugar and feel like a stupid girl for a couple days. I even get super tempted to watch romantic comedies and such.), I feel pretty awesome. I've come to realize fajitas are not my friend though. That is sad. I don't know if it's the peppers or the onions, but something does not sit well. I'm thinking peppers. Life without onions? Can you even imagine?! No thank you sir.
As of yesterday, I was just over 107. Not going to lie, that kinda freaked me out. I don't want to get too skinny. Remember, weight loss was not a goal, and while I didn't mind the 5-7 pounds, getting under 108 (the least I've weighed since I was 19 and went on BC), was disturbing to me. So I did lots (and by lots I really mean a fairly reasonable amount) of weight bearing exercise yesterday. More muscle=more weight. This morning I'm just over 108, but I know that it's just water/hormone stuff. I guess I'll get to whatever I'm actually supposed to be at and that will be that.
I no longer feel bloated after I eat. My tummy is SUPER flat all day, and you can even see my abs more. Oh and even more exciting? I'll have to remind myself of this if I look at the scale and feel too skinny. My cellulite (my celly as I not so fondly refer to it), is going away.
Can we talk about that crap for a minute? That was a gift to me from birth control. It gave me cellulite, turned me into a raging bitch (mostly that's gone, but lets just say it still sneaks out from time to time), killed my patience, made me gain 20 lbs (which wasn't a bad thing for me at the time since I started at 94 lbs), and messed up my, uhhhhh, well, you know. Lets just say it was extremely effective at preventing me from getting preggers because when my boyfriend was not too terrified to try to touch me, I "wasn't in the mood". Thanks pharmaceutical companies! I really appreciate it. No, I mean it. Really. Ok, not really,. You guys need to fix that shit.
My spots. They are the bane of my existence. But they're healing. Slowly but surely, and faster than usual. These things really do take forever to go away, but they're all so much better than before I started this. I no longer look in the mirror at work and feel like my face looks like it's falling off. Granted, office bathroom mirrors have the worst lighting a woman could ever find herself in, but now my skin even looks good in that light. That is saying something!
I'm trying to figure out what will be for breakfast over the next few weeks. You wouldn't think that's so hard, but my brain is super hardwired to eggs/toast/bacon are what breakfast is made of. Toast is gone forever (even the gluten free kind. I've noticed such a huge difference in the mornings with my tummy that I can't go back to gluten free bread). Eggs gone for (hopefully) just a bit. Bacon will not cut it all on it's own. I have some grapes. My favorite genetic modification. Seedless. I have to go to the grocery store(s) today, so I better figure it out.
I don't think grapes are like pineapples yet in that pineapples have become so dependent on us humans, that they no longer make seeds. So seedless would indeed be some sort of genetic modification.
That doesn't have anything to do with this, just a digression. That's how my brain works.
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