This is awful!
I’m getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Soon I’ll be fatter than I’ve ever been. And yet … today I don’t care! I’m sick of worrying about it. I’m tired of fighting the good fight. By golly, I feel like it’s just not going to get better, and that I’m never going to be able to manage anything better, so why bother?
But then, I don’t want to give up, either, and end up like the twins.
The problem with weight loss is that you have fundamentally change your life. I guess my life is pretty screwed up if I can’t manage this aspect of it. Today I feel like there’s no way I can manage this.
Popularity: 22% [?]
Did anyone else see the show that featured the one-ton brother and sister? Together, they weighed just more than 1,100 pounds. Now that’s fat.
But I have questions about this. First of all, at what point do you just give up entirely? Is it when you can’t reach around your backside to take care of business after going to the bathroom — and you decide it’s really not that important anyway? Although I’m clearly no sylph, I wonder about how it is that you could become SO immobilized by your weight. All I can think is that these folks must have a pretty good support system. Because if you’re that fat, somebody’s got to bring you your chow and take care of you. If you can’t wipe your own ass, then that’s a problem, particularly if you just don’t care.
This comes to mind after going to a Chinese restaurant last night. Let’s say right now that all food that comes from that restaurant is off the plan. But who cares. Last night my partner said “let’s go” and I agreed because I didn’t care.
As we entered, an enormous woman and her colossal husband were just about to be seated. The woman was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and a skirt, with no jacket. Mind you, it was 45 degrees, but this gal was sweating. And she quite honestly had a serious case of body odor. (Disclaimer …. not all fat people smell, and not all fat people sweat, and not all fat people are unattractive — I know this. I’m one of them.)
I looked her over and wondered: When did she give up? Was it at 160 pounds? Was it when she had to get a handicapped license plate? Was it when her husband said “I love you, regardless of your size?”
I don’t know. But I do know, I’m not ready to give up. Even if I do cheat and don’t lose any weight, I still think it’s important to try.
I suppose I’m the eternal optimist. I can still visualize what it might feel like to get comfortable within my own skin.
Popularity: unranked [?]
I love meatloaf, but have been looking for a lighter version for years. Since I couldn’t find one, I made this up myself. It’s very tasty!
Ingredients:
1 lb. ground chicken
1 cup freshly grated Parmesan (the real thing)
1 tbl. olive oil
1 finely chopped onion
2 cups thinly sliced small portobello mushrooms
3 plump cloves garlic
1 tsp. hot chile flakes (the kind you put on pizza)
1 tsp. thyme
1 tsp. sage
salt and pepper to taste
2 slices whole wheat bread
2 eggs
1. Preheat oven to 375F.
2. Put chicken and Parmesan into a bowl.
3. Saute onion and garlic in olive oil until translucent.
4. Add mushrooms to onions and garlic and saute until mushrooms are golden.
5. Add chile flakes to onion mixture; saute for another minute. Turn off heat and allow to cool for a few minutes.
6. Tear up bread into small crumbs. Add with spices, salt and pepper to chicken mixture. Add eggs. Mix with your hands until evenly blended.
7. Add slightly cooled onion/mushroom mixture to chicken. Mix with your hands until evenly blended, but don’t over massage.
8. Put into loaf pan and bake for about an hour, or until temperature reaches 165F using an instant read thermometer.
9. Remove from oven and let stand for 10 minutes.
10. Eat and enjoy!
Popularity: 6% [?]
I just came home from CES in Las Vegas, and the fact that I survived now means that I can really knuckle down on my diet. Las Vegas may be the food capital (since every major chef seems to have a restaurant there), but I can tell you that I saw NONE of that. Instead, I was marooned on the floor of the Sands Convention Center, where doughnuts are sold as a side order to iceberg lettuce salads that are drenched with suspicious-looking creamy dressing. I had a hot dog and Cheetos for lunch one day. Yikes.
But now I’m back in the lovely and delightful Bay Area, and fired up to feel better. Yesterday, I bought a step and distance pedometer, and I’m going to try to hit 10,000 steps a day. I did okay yesterday. After I put it on in mid-day, I hit 7,700 steps. That’s not too bad, considering I wasn’t really trying. So today, I’m going to hit 10,000, no matter what.
Today is the first day I’m really beginning to feel normal after all the badness that went into my system over the last week. Stress and terrible food is a really bad combination. Of course, I’m not telling anyone anything new here, but the last week just reinforces it for me. There’s a direct link between my mental health, good food, exercise and stress level. When the balance goes out of whack, I get very cranky, very fast. I feel awful.
The thing I’ve realized is that I’ve felt bad for a long time, without knowing exactly why. Now I think I get it: If you take care of yourself, you feel better mentally and physically. Wow! Now there’s a barn-burner of an idea!
Popularity: unranked [?]