Monday April 23--
Breakfast-- Chick-Fil-A sandwich
Lunch-- Salad with raisins, apples, and spicy turkey
Snacks: Apple, peanut butter with almond butter
Dinner-- salad greens, rotisserie chicken breast, edamame hummus, tomatoes
Tuesday April 24
Breakfast-- Tacodeli Otto on corn (2) + iced coffee
Lunch-- Zen-- brown rice, peanut sauce, buddha mix (carrots, squash,...and other veggies), double meat dark chicken
Dinner-- salami, edamame hummus, blueberries
*Good news-- thanks to also eating a lot of benedryls, my severe allergy reaction is subsiding. This is important to eating, because it severely diminishes my appetite. Some might think that is a blessing, but its not. The only problem I currently have with the actual volume of food I eat, is that sometimes I undereat-- in terms of calories, but also nutrients. When my system is inflammed and full of ...congestion, it makes it hard to have the appetite that drives me to be prepared and eat healthy flavorful foods. Instead, I put off preparing/eating until only convenient choices are an option, and furthermore I gravitate toward bland fatty comfort foods. At this time last year (you think I'd learn) I remember only wanting to eat mashed potatoes with butter, and sending my nutritionist a frantic email about that, since its a terrible food choice for me. So appetite= good.
Wed April 25
Breakfast-- Tacodeli Otto on corn + iced coffee
Lunch: HEB HFCS Sushi
Dinner: Lemon Chicken with brown rice
Snacks: Bobo's Oat Bar Peanut Butter
Thur April 26
Breakfast-- 3 eggs + 2 Pedersons Breakfast Sausages
Lunch: Turkey, Hummus, and tomatoes.
Snack: Can't remember, but I feel sure there was one.
Dinner-- Fake Chicken Karaage-- Involves a rotisserie chicken, mint, basil, cilantro,onion, and jalapeno sauce lightly sauteed. Ain't no East Side Kings, but I enjoyed it. And cooked it myself!
Friday April 27
Breakfast: Chick- Fil-A-- must get back in the habit of cooking at home, dammit! But mornings are clearly starting to wear real thin...or real fat, as the case may be. #Teachingmakesyoufat.
Lunch: Fake Chicken Karaage! I was smart enough to make leftovers!!
Dinner: Chipotle-- Brown Rice Barbacoa Bowl with Chips. Note to self-- this, even without the chips, makes me uncomfortably full.
Sat April 28
Breakfast: Starbucks Sausage Sandwich + Iced Coffee
Lunch: Brown rice and salmon sushi from WF
Snack: Spoonful of almond butter
Dinner: A long awaited East Side Kings-- Chicken Karaage (In this case, fried chicken thigh brined and served with basil, mint, cilantro, jalepeno, onion, and sweet chili sauce.) and Brussel Sprout Salad. They were sadly out of beets.
Sunday April 29
Breakfast: Two Ottos on corn tortillas.
Snack: Iced coffee and cake ball.
Lunch/ Dinner: Meatloaf with macaroni + broccoli
Snack: Guac + Red wine + carrots.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Oh yeah...I have a blog--Eatings-- Friday March 30- Thur April 5
So, I sorta forgot about my blog. Its a symptom of how I keep overcrowding my life in general. You know...with 3 email accounts, 2 twitters, a facebook, oh and two blogs.
So below is where I made a point to log in and keep track of my eatins two weeks ago. And then I forgot about writing stuff down...and may nutrition in general. Full disclosure-- since April 5, while I have continued to fit in healthy meals like eggs,spinach, and tomatoes for breakfast, I've also eaten brisket sandwiches, 2 Chick-Fil-A homophobic biscuits of hatred, Tacodeli, and a fried guacamole pie. My waistline suffers along with my self esteem. Oh and one day, after a derby bout, and I had a burger with the bun AND fries and I ate it all. ALL...it was amazing.
So...soon I'm gonna write a post thats both uplifting and super dark that will maybe kinda solve the mystery about whether or not I'm fat. It should be a jem.
I know you all want to know where I got that fried guacamole pie. Some pink trailer called The Bomb (or something like that) that is fortunately located in Dallas most of the time.
--Whole Foods eggs, oatmeal with almonds, raisins, and cranberries
Snack: WF sushi
Lunch: WF Tuna Salad
Dinner: Sandwich with chicken sausage and 1 slice cheese
Baby Shower: cheese, crackers, some sort of pancake, cupcake, chips, Makers and Ginger Ale
Sat-- Tacodeli-- 2 Ottos on corn, Starbucks Iced Coffee
Titayas Vermicelli Lover + spring roll
Sunday-- Starbucks sausage sandwich
Tacodeli-- One Otto, one bacon+egg+cheese that didn't come with bacon!
Dinner: Cobb salad with chicken and quinoa
2 Gins
Monday-- Eggs with spinach and chicken sausage
Snack: Ham and Lentil Hummus
Snack: Apple + Almond Butter
Dinner: Salmon + Asparagus
Snack: Fancy iced cream sandwich
Tuesday--Migas from WF with oatmeal and potatoes
Lunch: Chicken salad
Dinner: Baked chicken, greens, avocado
So below is where I made a point to log in and keep track of my eatins two weeks ago. And then I forgot about writing stuff down...and may nutrition in general. Full disclosure-- since April 5, while I have continued to fit in healthy meals like eggs,spinach, and tomatoes for breakfast, I've also eaten brisket sandwiches, 2 Chick-Fil-A homophobic biscuits of hatred, Tacodeli, and a fried guacamole pie. My waistline suffers along with my self esteem. Oh and one day, after a derby bout, and I had a burger with the bun AND fries and I ate it all. ALL...it was amazing.
So...soon I'm gonna write a post thats both uplifting and super dark that will maybe kinda solve the mystery about whether or not I'm fat. It should be a jem.
I know you all want to know where I got that fried guacamole pie. Some pink trailer called The Bomb (or something like that) that is fortunately located in Dallas most of the time.
--Whole Foods eggs, oatmeal with almonds, raisins, and cranberries
Snack: WF sushi
Lunch: WF Tuna Salad
Dinner: Sandwich with chicken sausage and 1 slice cheese
Baby Shower: cheese, crackers, some sort of pancake, cupcake, chips, Makers and Ginger Ale
Sat-- Tacodeli-- 2 Ottos on corn, Starbucks Iced Coffee
Titayas Vermicelli Lover + spring roll
Sunday-- Starbucks sausage sandwich
Tacodeli-- One Otto, one bacon+egg+cheese that didn't come with bacon!
Dinner: Cobb salad with chicken and quinoa
2 Gins
Monday-- Eggs with spinach and chicken sausage
Snack: Ham and Lentil Hummus
Snack: Apple + Almond Butter
Dinner: Salmon + Asparagus
Snack: Fancy iced cream sandwich
Tuesday--Migas from WF with oatmeal and potatoes
Lunch: Chicken salad
Dinner: Baked chicken, greens, avocado
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Fat Betty
What are the chances that I'm not gonna post about "fat Betty" after this Sunday's episode of Mad Men?
That's right...none. Here goes.
On the one hand, I'm a woman who puts "fat curses" on ex-boyfriends and then looks them up here and there on the FB to make sure it's working. (Sorry if any of you suckers are reading this. And by suckers I mean fat suckers.) So insofar as I've joined in with the love-to-hate-Betty aspect of the show, it was a delight to see her struggling into that dress. Total payback thinking that being beautiful and accepted as perfect by society assure you happiness. (Sorry Betty! It's actually being a smart mouthed muffin topper that gets you everywhere in this world. Trust me.) Payback for belittling Sally, etc.
However, the reason I put my famous fat curses on the exes, is because I know just exactly how much it sucks to feel out of control of your body. I know there are technically worse things, but when I think about shitty shit that could befall you, I think of fat. Or maybe its more appropriate to say that I think being leaner could bring them some sorta happiness, which I wish to deny them. I say this as, and I know you might have to just trust me on this because of how I sorta just said that thin = happy, but I say this as a fairly well adjusted fat woman who loves herself. (Seriously, I was admiring my own curves in the mirror today in yoga. In stretchy pants.) However, most of the worst pains in my life have been associated with weight in one way or another, and sometimes it feels like my life's greatest failure with a bunch of smaller related failures inside it. Even while I will tell you that its not that bad and is no way to define yourself, I'll also tell you that its unbearably sucky. That's probably a paradox.
So my point is that, even while I, in some ways, enjoyed the latest fate of the character Betty in shallow ways, more than anything I just plain got why this was supposed to suck so bad for her. And is so...anti- Betty. Not being able to find a goddamn suitable thing to wear, even though they all fit last month...been there. The reality check that causes...let me tell you how a flow chart about that would go: Realize your "fat" dress doesn't fit. Two choices-- decide this is the bottom and take some healthy action...or descend further into food related madness until even your beach mumu doesn't fit at which time a similar choice must be made. The reason I call this the anti-Betty is that her character has always valued the sort of control appearance brings her...over herself...others...perhaps because it was the only kinda of control available to her. And now even that is gone, and she finds herself in a changing world that she just couldn't possibly be prepared for...not like Meagan, whose damn dress zips. Gawd, that dress moment! I know many others get this too, because dresses are evil, and you don't have to approach anything even near fat to have such a moment; you just have to be bigger than you were.
Then there was the phone moment. The other wicked smart people in the room with me, thought maybe that she got bad news-- that she had cancer-- during the interlude where she wasn't speaking yet. My quickness in reading that look though was shocking even to me. (Really, I didn't even need the look.) The look was: "Oh, so I'm just fat." I've had mirror image moments of that conversation, except that I'm a mouthy smart mouthy mouth, who will say exactly that to the doctor, and try to force him to explain why he's content with having an overweight endurance athlete who eats healthier than average for a patient. No, not cancer people. Just fat. The difference is that Betty is terrified to live fat--might as well be a death sentence for her, and I think I can manage it. I guess.
That's right...none. Here goes.
On the one hand, I'm a woman who puts "fat curses" on ex-boyfriends and then looks them up here and there on the FB to make sure it's working. (Sorry if any of you suckers are reading this. And by suckers I mean fat suckers.) So insofar as I've joined in with the love-to-hate-Betty aspect of the show, it was a delight to see her struggling into that dress. Total payback thinking that being beautiful and accepted as perfect by society assure you happiness. (Sorry Betty! It's actually being a smart mouthed muffin topper that gets you everywhere in this world. Trust me.) Payback for belittling Sally, etc.
However, the reason I put my famous fat curses on the exes, is because I know just exactly how much it sucks to feel out of control of your body. I know there are technically worse things, but when I think about shitty shit that could befall you, I think of fat. Or maybe its more appropriate to say that I think being leaner could bring them some sorta happiness, which I wish to deny them. I say this as, and I know you might have to just trust me on this because of how I sorta just said that thin = happy, but I say this as a fairly well adjusted fat woman who loves herself. (Seriously, I was admiring my own curves in the mirror today in yoga. In stretchy pants.) However, most of the worst pains in my life have been associated with weight in one way or another, and sometimes it feels like my life's greatest failure with a bunch of smaller related failures inside it. Even while I will tell you that its not that bad and is no way to define yourself, I'll also tell you that its unbearably sucky. That's probably a paradox.
So my point is that, even while I, in some ways, enjoyed the latest fate of the character Betty in shallow ways, more than anything I just plain got why this was supposed to suck so bad for her. And is so...anti- Betty. Not being able to find a goddamn suitable thing to wear, even though they all fit last month...been there. The reality check that causes...let me tell you how a flow chart about that would go: Realize your "fat" dress doesn't fit. Two choices-- decide this is the bottom and take some healthy action...or descend further into food related madness until even your beach mumu doesn't fit at which time a similar choice must be made. The reason I call this the anti-Betty is that her character has always valued the sort of control appearance brings her...over herself...others...perhaps because it was the only kinda of control available to her. And now even that is gone, and she finds herself in a changing world that she just couldn't possibly be prepared for...not like Meagan, whose damn dress zips. Gawd, that dress moment! I know many others get this too, because dresses are evil, and you don't have to approach anything even near fat to have such a moment; you just have to be bigger than you were.
Then there was the phone moment. The other wicked smart people in the room with me, thought maybe that she got bad news-- that she had cancer-- during the interlude where she wasn't speaking yet. My quickness in reading that look though was shocking even to me. (Really, I didn't even need the look.) The look was: "Oh, so I'm just fat." I've had mirror image moments of that conversation, except that I'm a mouthy smart mouthy mouth, who will say exactly that to the doctor, and try to force him to explain why he's content with having an overweight endurance athlete who eats healthier than average for a patient. No, not cancer people. Just fat. The difference is that Betty is terrified to live fat--might as well be a death sentence for her, and I think I can manage it. I guess.
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