...that diet can stick it. That's right, I told a diet...to...stick...it. I hope it does. I hope it sticks it where the "sun don't shine".
Look, I'm not picky. I can eat almost anything, but a plan has gotta let me EAT. 1/2 cup of veggies at a time is just not gonna do it, sorry.
I really thought I could make it ~ it's just four days, right? What's four days, jeez, Cathy, suck it up, right? By noon I had a headache and was light-headed, and that's AFTER I ate my "lunch". I am NOT a quitter when it comes to dieting, in general, certainly not the first day, but this was some crazy shit. I cannot STAND being hungry long-term, it drives me nuts. Makes me grumpy, tired, irritable. Be assured, dear readers, that I will NEVER have an eating disorder because I haven't the patience nor the will to starve myself. Momma's gotta EAT.
So especially after I weighed myself on the evening of my first day on this fabulous plan, and I hadn't lost so much as an ounce, and I was still hungry after my "supper" (dry hamburger patty and 1/2 cup beans), I made an executive decision and put the Kai-bosh on the whole thing. We went to the mall tonight - I had a side salad and some lean roast beef and an iced tea, and it tasted better than anything I'd eaten in a week. Nothing like a little bland-vegetable-diet-day to make you appreciate "normal" healthy food, that's for sure.
So I'm back on the Beach, having no idea why I left in the first place. OK, so I wanted a jump start, I wanted the quick payoff. I know, I know, it doesn't work that way. I have reminded myself of that today. So learn from me, a good eating plan that actually allows you to EAT good foods (like SB) is a way better bet than some idiot's idea of how to starve yourself for four days and call it "weight loss".
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Latest and Greatest Plan
While I love South Beach and all it does for how I feel, for some reason the weight is not coming off as quickly as it did in the past, and certainly not as quickly as I'd like given my dedication level and lack of cheating-ness. And so, in my infinite wisdom (note sarcasm) I have decided to give myself a little jumpstart.
I have found a plan whose name shall not be disclosed, but it purports that one is able to lose several pounds in many less days. It's not gimmicks or pills or lotions - it's just a list of vegetables, fruits, and lean proteins (along with drinking tons of water/tea) that you eat in a specific order, and doing so is supposed to flush out body fat. It's mostly foods I am already eating anyway, so the change won't be that great. But no salt. That will be tough. I have researched this plan for, gosh, days now, and have found that most people out here in cyberspace who follow it have fairly good luck with it, and if they go back to eating a good diet (like South Beach) when they are done, the weight stays off--which tells me it's more than water weight...but again, see my previous SB post for how I feel about water weight. Smaller is smaller, folks.
Anyway, one guy uses a body-fat percentage scale and said that of the 7 pounds he lost, 5.5 of it was body fat. That's a pretty damn high percentage of fat. I'd settle for that, no doubt. I have no delusions that this will solve any big weight loss problems, but it may be a good jump start for me to stay motivated. I won't even jinx it by telling you how much weight many have lost on this plan in four days, but I am anxious to see how I fare myself.
So this is day one. That 1/2 a grapefruit and hot tea went down goooood....ok, so I haven't had anything sweet in 2 and 1/2 weeks, so anything sweet would have done it for me. Lunch is MUCH bigger and will be a nice filling meal for me. I'm looking forward to it, actually.
I think I need this. I'm due for a good flush. Let's hope this much raw fiber doesn't send me running down the hall all week, though, althought that may not be so bad either. So send skinny thoughts my way, cross your fingers, and I'll keep you posted as the rest of this week goes by, and hopefully they'll be a lot less of me writing to you by Friday. Here's hoping!
I have found a plan whose name shall not be disclosed, but it purports that one is able to lose several pounds in many less days. It's not gimmicks or pills or lotions - it's just a list of vegetables, fruits, and lean proteins (along with drinking tons of water/tea) that you eat in a specific order, and doing so is supposed to flush out body fat. It's mostly foods I am already eating anyway, so the change won't be that great. But no salt. That will be tough. I have researched this plan for, gosh, days now, and have found that most people out here in cyberspace who follow it have fairly good luck with it, and if they go back to eating a good diet (like South Beach) when they are done, the weight stays off--which tells me it's more than water weight...but again, see my previous SB post for how I feel about water weight. Smaller is smaller, folks.
Anyway, one guy uses a body-fat percentage scale and said that of the 7 pounds he lost, 5.5 of it was body fat. That's a pretty damn high percentage of fat. I'd settle for that, no doubt. I have no delusions that this will solve any big weight loss problems, but it may be a good jump start for me to stay motivated. I won't even jinx it by telling you how much weight many have lost on this plan in four days, but I am anxious to see how I fare myself.
So this is day one. That 1/2 a grapefruit and hot tea went down goooood....ok, so I haven't had anything sweet in 2 and 1/2 weeks, so anything sweet would have done it for me. Lunch is MUCH bigger and will be a nice filling meal for me. I'm looking forward to it, actually.
I think I need this. I'm due for a good flush. Let's hope this much raw fiber doesn't send me running down the hall all week, though, althought that may not be so bad either. So send skinny thoughts my way, cross your fingers, and I'll keep you posted as the rest of this week goes by, and hopefully they'll be a lot less of me writing to you by Friday. Here's hoping!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
The Great Flood...And Early Bedtime
So there are times we leave her alone in a room too long and should pay closer attention.
Last night about 6:30, Samantha had just finished supper and as I understand it, went into the bathroom to wash her hands. At one point, she had been in there long enough and Daddy told her to shut off the water, and come out of the bathroom. I am, at that time, on the phone with my Mom, so I am kind of seeing what's going on, but not really.
Greg remembers where he left her about five minutes later as we hear her scream that high-pitched, "non-injured but uh-oh-something's-happened scream". Greg goes into the bathroom to find her STANDING UP in the bathroom sink, eyes wide with upset, and water is POURING over the edge of the vanity like a waterfall, all three sides. Water is running out the door into the hallway. Rugs, extra rolls of toilet paper next to toilet - SOAKED. Standing water. Listening closely we hear the splattering DOWNSTAIRS. In my office. The water has run to the edge of the flooring and is now leaking down through the ceiling of my office onto the floor, computer chair, splashing on the computer, and soaking the carpet.
Needless to say, I hung up the phone.
She needed to wash her feet. That was her reason for this collossal aqua-mess. Had she been outside barefoot, you ask? Or stomping grapes? Or picking up hor de' voures with her toes? Painting with her cute little pigs? No. Nothing of the kind. We have no idea why she wanted to wash her feet, but she did. And that drain is a little bit slow, and if you leave it run indefinitely, it gets behind (we've been meaning to tear that wall out and fix that...), and now we know just how quickly.
Everything seems to have dried out OK, and the floor hasn't been that clean in weeks.
Samantha went to bed at 7:00 last night (about two hours early), after MUCH talking-to on our part (I'll spare you the details of the discipline phase of the evening), and MUCH crying and "Oh, it's all my fault"-ing on her part. She's just a little bit of a drama queen. I think she gets that from her father.
So Daddy knows now, in hindsight, that sending her into the bathroom to wash her hands on her own is not such a great idea.
From now on it's a washcloth at the table for washing hands.
Last night about 6:30, Samantha had just finished supper and as I understand it, went into the bathroom to wash her hands. At one point, she had been in there long enough and Daddy told her to shut off the water, and come out of the bathroom. I am, at that time, on the phone with my Mom, so I am kind of seeing what's going on, but not really.
Greg remembers where he left her about five minutes later as we hear her scream that high-pitched, "non-injured but uh-oh-something's-happened scream". Greg goes into the bathroom to find her STANDING UP in the bathroom sink, eyes wide with upset, and water is POURING over the edge of the vanity like a waterfall, all three sides. Water is running out the door into the hallway. Rugs, extra rolls of toilet paper next to toilet - SOAKED. Standing water. Listening closely we hear the splattering DOWNSTAIRS. In my office. The water has run to the edge of the flooring and is now leaking down through the ceiling of my office onto the floor, computer chair, splashing on the computer, and soaking the carpet.
Needless to say, I hung up the phone.
She needed to wash her feet. That was her reason for this collossal aqua-mess. Had she been outside barefoot, you ask? Or stomping grapes? Or picking up hor de' voures with her toes? Painting with her cute little pigs? No. Nothing of the kind. We have no idea why she wanted to wash her feet, but she did. And that drain is a little bit slow, and if you leave it run indefinitely, it gets behind (we've been meaning to tear that wall out and fix that...), and now we know just how quickly.
Everything seems to have dried out OK, and the floor hasn't been that clean in weeks.
Samantha went to bed at 7:00 last night (about two hours early), after MUCH talking-to on our part (I'll spare you the details of the discipline phase of the evening), and MUCH crying and "Oh, it's all my fault"-ing on her part. She's just a little bit of a drama queen. I think she gets that from her father.
So Daddy knows now, in hindsight, that sending her into the bathroom to wash her hands on her own is not such a great idea.
From now on it's a washcloth at the table for washing hands.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Medical Morons
So they've announced that they are pulling ALL of the infant decongestants that work worth a damn because, quite frankly, there are some stupid assholes in the world who either A) can't read labels, or B) don't understand that this stuff has actual MEDICINE in it. Stupid people overdose their poor babies (usually GROSSLY overdose them from what I've read), and then blame it on the drug.
These drugs have done WONDERS for my babies when they have been sick and have truly needed medication. Steam baths, vaporizers, nose suckers and saline have their place, but they just aren't always enough. And when that has been the case, I have followed my board-certified pediatricians' advice and used these medications for my kids, from a VERY young age, with NO adverse effects and nothing but practically MIRACULOUS results. I shudder to think of the next time Jackson gets really sick and needs this medicine and I can't get it anymore because some jackass was too stupid to breed but did it anyway.
I wonder if it's off the shelves yet and if I can go to every Walgreens in town and buy them out (within the "limit" of course, which was established for an entirely different set of stupid jackasses). Maybe I'll hit Walmart, too.
No wonder I'm online all the time. People in the real world seriously piss me off. I'm even labeling this post, that's how ticked I am.
These drugs have done WONDERS for my babies when they have been sick and have truly needed medication. Steam baths, vaporizers, nose suckers and saline have their place, but they just aren't always enough. And when that has been the case, I have followed my board-certified pediatricians' advice and used these medications for my kids, from a VERY young age, with NO adverse effects and nothing but practically MIRACULOUS results. I shudder to think of the next time Jackson gets really sick and needs this medicine and I can't get it anymore because some jackass was too stupid to breed but did it anyway.
I wonder if it's off the shelves yet and if I can go to every Walgreens in town and buy them out (within the "limit" of course, which was established for an entirely different set of stupid jackasses). Maybe I'll hit Walmart, too.
No wonder I'm online all the time. People in the real world seriously piss me off. I'm even labeling this post, that's how ticked I am.
"Tell Me Something Funny"
...this was my statement to Samantha this morning as I was at a loss for something funny of my own to write about.
Her contributions:
Samantha's Something Funny #1
"Why does a pipe not walk?"
"I don't know, why not?"
"Because it's just a pipe!"
Samantha's Something Funny #2
"Knock-knock! Who is it?" (Yes, that's how she says it)
"Who's there."
"Orange Blossom." (Strawberry Shortcake's friend)
"Orange Blossom who?"
"Just Orange Blossom."
Oy.
Ok, so now that we have our numbers 1-10, and our ABC's figured out, I guess we'll turn our attention to joke-telling.
Her contributions:
Samantha's Something Funny #1
"Why does a pipe not walk?"
"I don't know, why not?"
"Because it's just a pipe!"
Samantha's Something Funny #2
"Knock-knock! Who is it?" (Yes, that's how she says it)
"Who's there."
"Orange Blossom." (Strawberry Shortcake's friend)
"Orange Blossom who?"
"Just Orange Blossom."
Oy.
Ok, so now that we have our numbers 1-10, and our ABC's figured out, I guess we'll turn our attention to joke-telling.
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