So I'm feeling pretty spunky this a.m. Hopped on the scale and eureka...12 pounds down!
It's a mini miracle of sorts...for me at least! My poor ole' insulin resistant body is finally realizing it's not going to be put through starvation, or caffeinated into oblivion anymore.
It's starting to trust me and release the fat storage it's always held onto so fiercely. Our bodies do that when we deprive them of food. They go into battle station mode and start stocking up the larder with carryover supplies. Unfortunately those supplies are nasty hard to shed fat stores.
It's taken my body a good long time to pack away this chunk~o~lunk fat now referred to as brown fat because it's been there so long...and it isn't going to let go willingly.
I have to be patient...not a strong personality factor of mine. I want my svelteness...and I want it NOW!
Good luck Lucy on that one...my body whispers with a smarty pants edge in my ear!
You abused me for so long...look who's in charge of this project now...ME!
So I'll keep plugging away. I have until tomorrow night for the official end of my 28 day metabolism reset to decide. Then I'll decide if I'll stay on this plan for another cycle or look at something a little easier as far as all of the cooking that is involved. I have several other plans to consider...but at this very moment I'm thinking...if it ain't broken...don't try and fix it.
I just don't know if I can sustain all the crazy menu rotations and the cooking...heaven knows I was not put on this earth to be a chef!
I was put on this earth to be an ART~TEEST!
and a teller of tales...mostly true!
But....the problem is I want to be a SLENDER artesian and that takes discipline in eating and exercising of the body when I much prefer to be parked at my jewelry table, or at my computer conversing with you!
Yes...I hear you...we can't have it ALL at least ALL at the same time.
So I'll just have to make some sacrifices here and there...right now health is HIGH on my 'to do' list. Higher than it's been...well...maybe ever!
Truly Spark has made that realization crystal clear and I'm so thankful I found this site and you...my many, many beautiful loving friends!
Who knew a simple calorie search could bring me to a community that is full of loving, supportive, fantastic friends? We have SO much in common and health is at the top of your 'to do' lists also...it just feels so good to be amongst common minded friends!
My fitbit bit the dust..so I had to get another one. I've been wearing my holder duct taped together for months and the tape gets itchy and annoying. One customer saw it peeping above my blouse line in a garment that had a little peek~a~boo cut out hole and asked me if I was wearing a pacemaker. I said...well yes of sorts...this little gadget does tell me a whole story about my 'pace' for the day!
Derp...no she didn't get it either!
So I'll have to reconfigure this new one to the computer when I get two minutes. I'll be happy to have a new slimmer model not one bound up in duct tape! Do you know duct tape could patch up the entire world if need be?
I'm a little over half way through my book 'The Goldfinch' by Donna Tartt. Usually I just read a few pages each night before I drift off into dreamland. But this book is SO darn good...I've been reading in the early a.m. too! I'm seriously jealous of this writers ability to wield her prose! Just actually gob-smacked at her sentence structure and story painting!
If you want to lose yourself in a REALLY good book check it out. I relate to it so much because it's about a young boy that loses his mother in a museum bombing. He is so lost and so alone at such a young age. He goes to stay with his school chum's wealthy family and feels like a total outsider.
He goes searching for the young girl that he couldn't stop staring at while his mother was showing him art pieces in the museum, she too fell victim to the terrorist bombing and lost her Uncle that was with her that day. Finally after much searching and lots of luck he discovers where she is living and takes himself over to the townhouse on lower 5th Street.
He finds that her Uncle owned a very upscale antiques shoppe ( I LOVE antiques) and she is badly hurt and is staying with her Uncle's friend and partner in the the business. Theo feels immediately at home amongst all the old furniture and the partner takes him down to his work room to learn how to restore some beautiful old pieces of furniture. This gives Theo great comfort and takes his mind off of the horrific tragedy he went through in the loss of his mother. He feels an affinity to the dear little girl Pippa because she is in the same boat as he is with the loss of her dear uncle.
Finally his father (divorced by his mother) comes into the picture and whisks him out of NYC to Vegas and he goes through another entire culture shock trying to adjust to life in crazy Vegas (this is like me leaving Iowa and coming to the la~la land of FL) with his father's new wife...a crazy within her own nutsy life who clearly doesn't want to be saddled with 'the boy'
The adventure unfolds...Theo gets caught up in some dire circumstances. I identify to this book on so many levels. In many ways it makes me feel close to my Josher about some of the terrible challenges he had in his life. I identify with Theo's grief in losing his mother to me losing Josh.
There is still plenty of adventure left in this book and I'm sure when I finish it I will miss the characters very much and continue to think about them for some time to come.
That's saying A LOT for a book, and even MORE for the writer...Donna Tartt is a GREAT role model for those of us who love to write, but even more...love to read!
Check out this and fall in love! He had just learned of the drowning death of his childhood friend who he had lost touch with many years earlier when he moved to Vegas. He's now back in NYC.
"And yet is was remarkable too how his world (his childhood friend) limped on without him. Strange, I thought, as I jumped a sheet of water at the curb, how a few hours could change everything-or rather, how strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed. Andy had been good to me when I had no one else. The least I could do was be kind to his mother and sister. it didn't occur to me then, though it certainly does now, that it was years since I'd roused myself from my stupor of misery and self absorption; between anomie and trance, inertia and parenthesis and gnawing my own heart out, there were a lot of small, easy, everyday kindness I'd missed out on; and even the word kindness was like rising from unconsciousness into some hospital awareness of voices, and people, from a stream of digitized machines." Donna Tartt
This is the PERFECT description of what one goes through with the loss of a tremendous love...I couldn't possibly have described it better!
I bow down to you Donna Tartt...I hope everyone reads and appreciates your VAST talent!