Monday, November 04, 2013
I have 12 minutes until I can eat. I am going to split an apple with my husband. Sweet Tango. They are new at our WalMart.
I cannot believe I made it three and half days without eating.
I did have peppermint herbal tea every morning, and I drank a cup of homemade chicken broth twice a day. I also used the fasting solution from Genesis products. I think it did help, and it didn't taste nearly as nasty as I imagined it would.
Mosely is right. The first day is the hardest. After the first day it's almost like your body realizes, "Hey, she's not going to eat." The big struggle with not eating was the first day. The second and third days I had a mild headache, even though I was drinking plenty of water. I got sick at my stomach last night. I thought that was odd. Maybe I picked up a bit of a bug. I would think the immune system would suffer a little with no nutrients coming in.
This last half day is the first that I have felt my cognitive functions are bit impaired. I'm a bit foggy, and I really have to concentrate to get the simplest things done. I feel like my energy level is good until I actually get up to do something. Then, I don't last long. Most everything I have done this morning has involved sitting down.
Why did I do this? #1 to attack my belly fat issue
#2 detox from fried candy bars and funnel cake at Neewollah
#3 just to see if I could do it
Freedom from my appetite. I have really enjoyed it, but now it's time to go split that apple with Dan.
Monday, August 26, 2013
I wore a pair of my size 8 denim shorts on my paper route yesterday morning. They were snug, but not skin tight like they were. They weren't terribly uncomfortable to wear. I considered wearing them to do housework today, but I've opted for loose fitting clothing. I did put the size 8 shorts back on yesterday afternoon. Size 8 is my destination size, but I do want them looser.
For a long time just seeing the numbers on the scale get smaller was satisfying. That doesn't motivate me as much anymore. Maybe it's because my weight loss has slowed down so much.
Now, I want those shorts loose, and comfortable to wear on housework day. The thought invigorates me.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
The goal on Sunday is not to lose weight. It's just not to lose control. As with most obstacles, the solution has more than one part.
The problem is that my schedule on Sunday is radically different from the rest of the week. I get up at 2 A.M. to throw the Sunday paper. The rest of the week I am up at 6:30, just because I am a morning person. The rest of the week the paper is an afternoon paper.
On Sundays I have been ravenous hungry. It's genuine stomach growling, shakes, and no concentration hunger. I have been eating everything I can get my hands on - until about 2 in the afternoon. Then I'm done. I'm pretty much not interested in eating the rest of the day.
Sundays are also insanely busy. After the paper route we drive an hour and 45 minutes to church one way. Then there's the drive home.
A few weeks ago I discovered that if I go to bed early on Saturday night and get 7 or 8 hours of sleep, Sunday is a whole lot more "normal" day. Yes, it is possible to go to bed at 7 on Saturday night. This should get easier to do as the days get shorter.
Early in the job I learned that not taking a nap when we get home from church is also critical. I just go to bed early Sunday night. I let myself sleep in Monday morning, if I want to. If I take a nap on Sunday afternoon, I stay up too late, and it screws up Monday.
I think getting up so early to go to work kicks my metabolism into high gear. Even though I have eaten like a horse most Sundays, weight gain hasn't been a problem. Of course I haven't lost any either. It's not how much food I am eating that bothers me. It's what I'm eating. Donuts. I want donuts so bad on Sunday morning, it's disgusting, and I don't normally have much of a sweet tooth.
I think I found another piece of the puzzle this week. I packed a HUGE Sunday lunch for us. It was a healthy, home cooked feast. Yesterday at WalMart I picked up a canister of trail mix and my beloved Baked Barbecue Lays. I talked myself out of a breakfast sandwich on the way to church because I was so looking forward to lunch. The trail mix helped quell my sweet tooth this morning. No donuts.
I still ate a lot today. The day is so crazy, I have decided I will never even try to track on Sundays. I'm doing well just to log in.
For me I think the pieces are: 1) get enough sleep Saturday night 2) pack a big lunch that I will look forward to having 3) buy some quality snacks for the road
Maybe staying in my calorie range will be a goal for Sunday someday, but for now I'm not going to worry about it. The day is already stressful enough. I will have to grow into calorie counting on Sundays gradually, if it's going to happen. It's just not a priority right now.
I hope this helps some of you who have to deal with erratic work schedules. It helps me to write it all down.
Friday, August 09, 2013
It's a hot, sweaty job. Wear loose fitting clothes and comfortable shoes.
It always takes longer than you think it is going to take. Don't count on getting too much else done.
Get all the same size jar mouth. It's maddening to try to keep wide mouth jar lids and rings separate from the regular size. Just this morning I decided we are going to all wide mouth jars. I put all my regular size jars and rings in the Goodwill pile in the garage. We even have wide mouth, little jelly jars.
I think the best place to get canning supplies is Ace Hardware. Our store downtown will even test your pressure canner, and you can order new rubber rings for it from there.
My friend, Debbie, gave me her canning supplies several years ago when she had cancer and was too ill to continue canning. I can't believe how much easier the job was after I got these supplies:
a canner (for hot water bath) with a jar rack. It keeps the jars 2 inches a part while they boil, like they are supposed to be.
a jar lifter. I had always used metal tongs before. This is a lot safer. You can really get a good grip on the jars.
head space tool. This measures from the top of the jar to the top of the liquid, up to 1 inch in 1/4 inch increments. Most everything I can calls for 1/2 inch of head space.
magnet for checking if the can has sealed
tool for helping you fill the jar without spilling. I imagine there is a proper name for this, but I don't know what it is.
Wipe the jar rims down with a damp paper towel before you put the lids on. Spices on the jar rim can keep the jar from sealing.
When I was a child, we picked the produce first thing in the morning. Then we prepped and canned. I prefer not to do that. DH picked cucumbers and washed them last night. He put them in the refrigerator overnight. I canned this morning. Picking, prepping, and canning all in one day is just too much. Plus, I need to leave for work at 2:30. (Thank heavens it's mostly a sit down job.)
It takes as long to can 2 pints of produce as it does to can 6 quarts.
It's cooler out today than it was the last time I canned, so I could open up the house. Whew! The kitchen was still hot and steamy, but the house cooled down a lot more quickly than it did last time after I emptied the water out of the canner.
But it's worth it. I love hearing the, "Pop, pop, pop," as the jars seal. I heard 5 of the 6 jars seal today. I'll check them tonight when I get home from work before I label them and put them away. I feel so proud when I look at all those jars setting in our cupboards. It's good stuff to eat, and it's good stuff to give as Christmas presents.
Now, I need to run some errands before work. Don't worry. I took a dose of Tylenol.
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