An all-American suburban mother's fight with the battle of the bulge. Come support, sympathize, criticize and voyeur along with me as I detail daily my Emotion, Food, Activity and life amongst the rest of the squirrels just trying to get a nut. Come take the journey along with me.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
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Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
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so i woke up friday a.m. feeling like complete hell. but it was friday. I figured i could get through the day and save any kind of sick leave for when i really needed it. you know, like when Nan or the wees get sick. I'm only allowed to get sick on the weekend and on holidays. so i get dressed, take some tylenol because my head is just aching. drink my grapefruit juice and pour my coffee to go. Just like everymorning. On the way to work I start getting that cold sweat feeling like I'm going to puke. I know by the time I hit the Seattle city limits, there's no way I'm going to make it through the day. But I need my work lappie and a few files to work on my normal telework day on Monday. Besides I need to leave word with everyone that I'm ill. I can feel my intestines just beginning to have a complete revolt inside of me by the time I pass through the guards at the gate. there was a bridal shower we were throwing for one of the gals at the office and I was to bring plates, chips and dip. Which is in my car. So I carry that up there; drop it off at Kate's desk, mark me out sick on the white board; send email to everyone and undock my lappie. through sheer will power I make it out the door and to the parking lot again without an incident. I'm swallowing my own spit all the way to the car. At the car, I urp a little -- although no less than a dozen people see me. I finish, create a 'puke bag' out of grocery saks I was taking to the market to recycle and head home.i walk through the door and begin to puke again. finish. literally tear off my clothes and collapse in bed. That was 7:30 a.m. yesterday. I'm not completely of the living, but i don't feel dizzy everytime i stand up. yikes.So how do you all decide it's a real 'take a sick day' or tough it out?
so as far as my eating and activity -- it's both nil on both sides.
as far as my mood. nauseated as hell.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
so i woke up friday a.m. feeling like complete hell. but it was friday. I figured i could get through the day and save any kind of sick leave for when i really needed it. you know, like when Nan or the wees get sick. I'm only allowed to get sick on the weekend and on holidays. so i get dressed, take some tylenol because my head is just aching. drink my grapefruit juice and pour my coffee to go. Just like everymorning. On the way to work I start getting that cold sweat feeling like I'm going to puke. I know by the time I hit the Seattle city limits, there's no way I'm going to make it through the day. But I need my work lappie and a few files to work on my normal telework day on Monday. Besides I need to leave word with everyone that I'm ill. I can feel my intestines just beginning to have a complete revolt inside of me by the time I pass through the guards at the gate. there was a bridal shower we were throwing for one of the gals at the office and I was to bring plates, chips and dip. Which is in my car. So I carry that up there; drop it off at Kate's desk, mark me out sick on the white board; send email to everyone and undock my lappie. through sheer will power I make it out the door and to the parking lot again without an incident. I'm swallowing my own spit all the way to the car. At the car, I urp a little -- although no less than a dozen people see me. I finish, create a 'puke bag' out of grocery saks I was taking to the market to recycle and head home.i walk through the door and begin to puke again. finish. literally tear off my clothes and collapse in bed. That was 7:30 a.m. yesterday. I'm not completely of the living, but i don't feel dizzy everytime i stand up. yikes.So how do you all decide it's a real 'take a sick day' or tough it out?
so as far as my eating and activity -- it's both nil on both sides.
as far as my mood. nauseated as hell.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
eFAT-blog082306
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Breakfast: 2 MorningStar Farms veggie sausage patties (I love how these totally satisfy my inbred desire for meat at breakfast); 160 calories / 6 g of fat; coffee w/ Splenda (x 2)
Mood: worried my favorite breakfast will make my tummy hurt
Activity: Sitting on my ass to work on lappie from home; laundry
Mid Morning: Left over biscuits and sausage gravy. (?/?) w/ diet dew. I felt my appetite creeping to normal. Felt sick right after eating. But didn't actually 'get sick.'
Mood: Overwhelmed, needed to get the kids school apps done and into the schools..tiger's EX already called the school and talked to the principal about her 'issues.' :: rolls eyes :: I want someone to develop an 'invisible Xs' ray. /grrr.
Activity: Running around the house gathering up paperwork and dashing off to the school admin building and writing an article in my head.
Lunch: a bowl of captain crunch cereal. My stomach was still upset from earlier. I felt okay after eating; but, about 30 minutes my intestines were screaming. /sigh.
Mood: annoyed with my children -- constant bickering, not listening, blah blah blah.
Activity: sitting at computer working
Afternoon snack: handful of cheese crackers and diet dew. Finally my stomach settled down.
Mood: anxious to see my Tiger after a long day.
Activity: making dinner
Dinner: 4 oz. of chuck roast (crock pot); baked potato w/ margarine, green onions, tillamook sharp cheddar and non-fat sour cream; stir-fried veggie mix (spinach, mushrooms, red onions, green beans and asparagus); killians beer.
Mood: irritated with the poor example 'the boy' sets for the wees and his inability to realize he's not my fucking peer.
Activity: aggravated clean up.
Evening snack: whiskey and diet dew.
Mood: settling down after arguing parenting styles with Tiger. I think he has a double standard going on.
Activity: yummy couple time!
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Breakfast: 2 MorningStar Farms veggie sausage patties (I love how these totally satisfy my inbred desire for meat at breakfast); 160 calories / 6 g of fat; coffee w/ Splenda (x 2)
Mood: worried my favorite breakfast will make my tummy hurt
Activity: Sitting on my ass to work on lappie from home; laundry
Mid Morning: Left over biscuits and sausage gravy. (?/?) w/ diet dew. I felt my appetite creeping to normal. Felt sick right after eating. But didn't actually 'get sick.'
Mood: Overwhelmed, needed to get the kids school apps done and into the schools..tiger's EX already called the school and talked to the principal about her 'issues.' :: rolls eyes :: I want someone to develop an 'invisible Xs' ray. /grrr.
Activity: Running around the house gathering up paperwork and dashing off to the school admin building and writing an article in my head.
Lunch: a bowl of captain crunch cereal. My stomach was still upset from earlier. I felt okay after eating; but, about 30 minutes my intestines were screaming. /sigh.
Mood: annoyed with my children -- constant bickering, not listening, blah blah blah.
Activity: sitting at computer working
Afternoon snack: handful of cheese crackers and diet dew. Finally my stomach settled down.
Mood: anxious to see my Tiger after a long day.
Activity: making dinner
Dinner: 4 oz. of chuck roast (crock pot); baked potato w/ margarine, green onions, tillamook sharp cheddar and non-fat sour cream; stir-fried veggie mix (spinach, mushrooms, red onions, green beans and asparagus); killians beer.
Mood: irritated with the poor example 'the boy' sets for the wees and his inability to realize he's not my fucking peer.
Activity: aggravated clean up.
Evening snack: whiskey and diet dew.
Mood: settling down after arguing parenting styles with Tiger. I think he has a double standard going on.
Activity: yummy couple time!
aimless
Welcome to eFAT-Blog. This is a site where you can find the journey of an American suburban working mother of 5 children's journey to a healthy lifestyle.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
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I have discovered that over the course of my move -- since Aug. 9 or so. I'm not eating well at all. Not that I'm making poor food choices, but rather, I can't eat. Everytime I eat more than a nibble, I feel so very sick to my stomach. Granted I'm stressed beyond belief. Permanent Change of Stations are never easy -- the stress just piles up (kinda like the no less than 10 boxes in every room I keep starring at). But this is weird. I know I should seek medical assistance; but, it's having a really nice effect. I'm losing weight. yay! Like last night, I had one piece of sour dough bread for dinner with a whiskey and diet dew. Bread and whiskey. That is so me. LOL. I couldn't handle anything else. Activity wise I'm still not where I need to be.
Mothering these five kids continues to be a challenge. Bean is complaining of not getting enough attention; Tank is on a wild child rampage; and Peanut is trying to grow up to fast. The boy is continuing his struggle with leaving childish choices behind and becoming a responsible adult. My hope is he eventually does the right thing and stops driving his father insane.
Tiger took Peanut on her first motorcycle ride last night. It was so cute! He said she takes after her mom and did well. Go girlie!
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
I have discovered that over the course of my move -- since Aug. 9 or so. I'm not eating well at all. Not that I'm making poor food choices, but rather, I can't eat. Everytime I eat more than a nibble, I feel so very sick to my stomach. Granted I'm stressed beyond belief. Permanent Change of Stations are never easy -- the stress just piles up (kinda like the no less than 10 boxes in every room I keep starring at). But this is weird. I know I should seek medical assistance; but, it's having a really nice effect. I'm losing weight. yay! Like last night, I had one piece of sour dough bread for dinner with a whiskey and diet dew. Bread and whiskey. That is so me. LOL. I couldn't handle anything else. Activity wise I'm still not where I need to be.
Mothering these five kids continues to be a challenge. Bean is complaining of not getting enough attention; Tank is on a wild child rampage; and Peanut is trying to grow up to fast. The boy is continuing his struggle with leaving childish choices behind and becoming a responsible adult. My hope is he eventually does the right thing and stops driving his father insane.
Tiger took Peanut on her first motorcycle ride last night. It was so cute! He said she takes after her mom and did well. Go girlie!
Monday, August 21, 2006
A tale of no coffee
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So, I awake this morning after a weekend of unpacking, furniture buying, general chaos left from my move from temporary quarters to our home for at least the next year, to no coffee. /sigh. (Although, I keep telling my Tiger that I am not moving again. Of course after all my moves I say that and then a few years down the road the gypsy gene gets me and well, I’m at it again. But I’m older now and have children to consider. This area we’re in just East of Seattle is wonderful. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of looking at the mountains, 80,000 shades of green or Snoqualmie River for a long time.) But there is no coffee prepared and I could make it, but it wouldn’t be ready before I have to dash out the door. So, I find a Starbucks on my way to work (not a hard thing to do in the Seattle area); but, I’m tempted by their Spinach Florentine sandwich. I have no idea how many calories or fat are in it. But it’s lunch time and I’m completely stuffed, still.
I am partaking in some diet dew currently. I’m trying hard to get back into the swing of this blog thing. Been w/o an ISP at home since Aug. 11 – hopefully in my new home of North Bend (of Twin Peaks fame) we’ll have connection to the ‘net by Wednesday.
Anyone know how much is in a Starbucks Spinach Florentine breakfast sandwich? I’m afraid to look. /sigh.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
So, I awake this morning after a weekend of unpacking, furniture buying, general chaos left from my move from temporary quarters to our home for at least the next year, to no coffee. /sigh. (Although, I keep telling my Tiger that I am not moving again. Of course after all my moves I say that and then a few years down the road the gypsy gene gets me and well, I’m at it again. But I’m older now and have children to consider. This area we’re in just East of Seattle is wonderful. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of looking at the mountains, 80,000 shades of green or Snoqualmie River for a long time.) But there is no coffee prepared and I could make it, but it wouldn’t be ready before I have to dash out the door. So, I find a Starbucks on my way to work (not a hard thing to do in the Seattle area); but, I’m tempted by their Spinach Florentine sandwich. I have no idea how many calories or fat are in it. But it’s lunch time and I’m completely stuffed, still.
I am partaking in some diet dew currently. I’m trying hard to get back into the swing of this blog thing. Been w/o an ISP at home since Aug. 11 – hopefully in my new home of North Bend (of Twin Peaks fame) we’ll have connection to the ‘net by Wednesday.
Anyone know how much is in a Starbucks Spinach Florentine breakfast sandwich? I’m afraid to look. /sigh.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
i fell off the moving truck
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Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
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So, I have been disconnected from the 'net for a week or more now. And I'm currently awaiting word that I might have to jump on a ship to go cover a critical rescue mission. I'm waiting. More later.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
So, I have been disconnected from the 'net for a week or more now. And I'm currently awaiting word that I might have to jump on a ship to go cover a critical rescue mission. I'm waiting. More later.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Monday & Tuesday = good and bad...
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Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
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Monday:
Food:
B: Left over biscuits and gravy (made with skim milk and turkey sausage) (?/?)
MMS: Yoghurt and low-fat granola (325/5); diet dew
L: bowl of raisin bran (I was feeling restless and only slightly hungry) 180/2 Drama in the neighborhood irritated me.
MAS: celery stick with approximately 1 tablespoon of peanut butter (100/8)
D: pork roast w/ new potatoes and baby carrots; whole wheat roll, water.
Went to see the new house after dinner. The former residents still have tons of stuff in it. As long as they have it out by Thursday a.m. – nbd. Going to check again tonight to be sure. Much bigger house than what we had, but we’re worried about where everything is going to fit. LOL. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. Everyone will have their own space – save Bean and Tank. They will have to share. But I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing.
Mood: anxious, yet hopeful.
Activity: up and down the stairs all day long, not much else
Tuesday:
Food:
B: : 2 Morning Star Farms Breakfast Patties (or ‘Fausage’) as I like to call it. (180/6) and coffee with splenda x 2 (0/0)
MMS: diet dew (really busy)
L: Cambell’s Italian Wedding Soup (110/2) and wheat crackers (100/2); diet dew
MAS: Hershey’s Take 5 chocolate bar 210/5; water
Dinner: @ Red Robbin with my hubby before going mattress shopping. I had a mango margarita, cup of clam chowder and burger and greens – tiger had to finish the salad portion of the greens. I put a big dent in it but was completely full and couldn’t eat another bite. We both waited way too long to eat.
Mattress shopping showed us that those damn things are expensive. But if you figure you’re going to keep it for about 10 years – the cost over time is minimal. /sigh. The one we liked best at Sears was the Serta Perfect Day Sleeper. On sale it’s $1800. Yikes. We’re going to go to Sleep Country today and compare. But I think we’ll end up back at Sears. /shrug. Also picked up a pair of jeans for work and one for weekends. Two new pairs of Levi’s. $65. Having jeans that comfortably fit you: priceless. Giggles.
Activity: Walking all over Sears mattress area and getting up and down on each and every offering. Beyond that: feel like a slug in regards to activity. After the move – walking everyday. I need to get up from my desk and MOVE!
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
Monday:
Food:
B: Left over biscuits and gravy (made with skim milk and turkey sausage) (?/?)
MMS: Yoghurt and low-fat granola (325/5); diet dew
L: bowl of raisin bran (I was feeling restless and only slightly hungry) 180/2 Drama in the neighborhood irritated me.
MAS: celery stick with approximately 1 tablespoon of peanut butter (100/8)
D: pork roast w/ new potatoes and baby carrots; whole wheat roll, water.
Went to see the new house after dinner. The former residents still have tons of stuff in it. As long as they have it out by Thursday a.m. – nbd. Going to check again tonight to be sure. Much bigger house than what we had, but we’re worried about where everything is going to fit. LOL. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. Everyone will have their own space – save Bean and Tank. They will have to share. But I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing.
Mood: anxious, yet hopeful.
Activity: up and down the stairs all day long, not much else
Tuesday:
Food:
B: : 2 Morning Star Farms Breakfast Patties (or ‘Fausage’) as I like to call it. (180/6) and coffee with splenda x 2 (0/0)
MMS: diet dew (really busy)
L: Cambell’s Italian Wedding Soup (110/2) and wheat crackers (100/2); diet dew
MAS: Hershey’s Take 5 chocolate bar 210/5; water
Dinner: @ Red Robbin with my hubby before going mattress shopping. I had a mango margarita, cup of clam chowder and burger and greens – tiger had to finish the salad portion of the greens. I put a big dent in it but was completely full and couldn’t eat another bite. We both waited way too long to eat.
Mattress shopping showed us that those damn things are expensive. But if you figure you’re going to keep it for about 10 years – the cost over time is minimal. /sigh. The one we liked best at Sears was the Serta Perfect Day Sleeper. On sale it’s $1800. Yikes. We’re going to go to Sleep Country today and compare. But I think we’ll end up back at Sears. /shrug. Also picked up a pair of jeans for work and one for weekends. Two new pairs of Levi’s. $65. Having jeans that comfortably fit you: priceless. Giggles.
Activity: Walking all over Sears mattress area and getting up and down on each and every offering. Beyond that: feel like a slug in regards to activity. After the move – walking everyday. I need to get up from my desk and MOVE!
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The Weekend
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Food:
Saturday:
B -- Made mamacasz breakfast sandwiches for everyone: Sourdough english muffin, fresh baby spinach, 1 oz. shredded pepper jack cheese, egg cooked with olive oil spray over medium. I guesstimate this concoction at: (75/5, 21/1, 155/1, 106/2.5); grapefruit juice (94/0); coffee w/ splenda (30/0) Total: 451/9.5
Took Peanut to get her hair cut and do a little school-clothes shopping. JCPenney had a killer sale -- 75 percent off of already marked down merchandise. We also went to the St. Vincent de Paul thirft store. For about $20 bucks at both places she got: a jean skirt, 5 shirts, underwear, socks, three pairs of pants, poncho, hat, two long-sleeve shirts. We stopped and got a coffee (Starbucks double tall nonfat cafe mocha) (94/0) and nibbled a bit off Peanut's donut she had (?/?).
Between the mall and the thirft store we got a pretzel and sugar-free lemonade. (?/?; 94/0). I was feeling really happy to be spending some one-on-one time with Peanut. I really couldn't afford to spend the money, but did anyhow.
Lunch: My honey made me a turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread with low-fat provolone cheese, lettuce, light mayo and mustard. 140/2; 100/4.5; 9/0; 115/1; 30/.5; 15/0. Total: 409/8. diet mountain dew (0/0) and water (0/0)
Dinner: green salad w/ lt. blue cheese dressing (120/2.5); whole wheat spaghetti made with Morning Star Farms grillers and garlic/tomato sauce (300/5.5); water and red wine. (72/0) Total: (492/8)
Evening snack: nonfat cafe latte. (100/0)
Total for day -- except for hot pretzel (i can't find the nutrition facts on it anywhere right now): 1640/25.5. So, a bit high on my calories -- need to stick behind 1500 a day to lose weight.
After dinner I went on a walk with my neighbor Nadida. We strolled and chatted for about :45. It wasn't cardio, but it was activity.
Mood: A giant sigh of relief took over me this weekend. Tiger has a job and we're well on our way to normalcy after out relocation from Michigan to Washington. Also, my back was acting up. Tiger and I watched a movie in bed (V for Vendetta; I liked it). As we were turning off the lights I started to get cluster headache pains in my head. My back was spasming. He massaged and losened things up enough for us to go to sleep.
Sunday a.m. I awoke with no more cluster pains in my head, but a dull ache. I took a muscle relaxor (Flexeril, 10 mg) and some aspirin. I made breakfast for everyone.
B: scrambled egg(s) made with olive oil spray (75/5); biscuits (95/3) and sausage gravy (homemade with reduced-fat turkey sausage and skim milk (250/11). coffee with splenda (30/0) Total: 450/19
With the medications I took this a.m. I got really sleepy. I made the kids lunch and then had to lay down. So I didn't eat lunch. I slept for two hours. Completely crashed.
MAS: diet dew; popsicle (0/0; 30/0)
Dinner: Roast turkey breast (46/1); mashed potatoes made with margarine and skim milk (119/2.5); turkey gravy (reduced fat from a package -- 120/3.5); warm spinach salad w/ mushrooms and onions (21/1; 46/0; 21/1). Drank water. (373/9.0)
I've spent the entire day today (Sunday) with the Tens unit on my back.
Activity: laundry, up and down the stairs; just hurting with my back. /sigh.
Mood: cranky because of the pain and because our 5 children all think that Tiger and I are old and dumb.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
Food:
Saturday:
B -- Made mamacasz breakfast sandwiches for everyone: Sourdough english muffin, fresh baby spinach, 1 oz. shredded pepper jack cheese, egg cooked with olive oil spray over medium. I guesstimate this concoction at: (75/5, 21/1, 155/1, 106/2.5); grapefruit juice (94/0); coffee w/ splenda (30/0) Total: 451/9.5
Took Peanut to get her hair cut and do a little school-clothes shopping. JCPenney had a killer sale -- 75 percent off of already marked down merchandise. We also went to the St. Vincent de Paul thirft store. For about $20 bucks at both places she got: a jean skirt, 5 shirts, underwear, socks, three pairs of pants, poncho, hat, two long-sleeve shirts. We stopped and got a coffee (Starbucks double tall nonfat cafe mocha) (94/0) and nibbled a bit off Peanut's donut she had (?/?).
Between the mall and the thirft store we got a pretzel and sugar-free lemonade. (?/?; 94/0). I was feeling really happy to be spending some one-on-one time with Peanut. I really couldn't afford to spend the money, but did anyhow.
Lunch: My honey made me a turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread with low-fat provolone cheese, lettuce, light mayo and mustard. 140/2; 100/4.5; 9/0; 115/1; 30/.5; 15/0. Total: 409/8. diet mountain dew (0/0) and water (0/0)
Dinner: green salad w/ lt. blue cheese dressing (120/2.5); whole wheat spaghetti made with Morning Star Farms grillers and garlic/tomato sauce (300/5.5); water and red wine. (72/0) Total: (492/8)
Evening snack: nonfat cafe latte. (100/0)
Total for day -- except for hot pretzel (i can't find the nutrition facts on it anywhere right now): 1640/25.5. So, a bit high on my calories -- need to stick behind 1500 a day to lose weight.
After dinner I went on a walk with my neighbor Nadida. We strolled and chatted for about :45. It wasn't cardio, but it was activity.
Mood: A giant sigh of relief took over me this weekend. Tiger has a job and we're well on our way to normalcy after out relocation from Michigan to Washington. Also, my back was acting up. Tiger and I watched a movie in bed (V for Vendetta; I liked it). As we were turning off the lights I started to get cluster headache pains in my head. My back was spasming. He massaged and losened things up enough for us to go to sleep.
Sunday a.m. I awoke with no more cluster pains in my head, but a dull ache. I took a muscle relaxor (Flexeril, 10 mg) and some aspirin. I made breakfast for everyone.
B: scrambled egg(s) made with olive oil spray (75/5); biscuits (95/3) and sausage gravy (homemade with reduced-fat turkey sausage and skim milk (250/11). coffee with splenda (30/0) Total: 450/19
With the medications I took this a.m. I got really sleepy. I made the kids lunch and then had to lay down. So I didn't eat lunch. I slept for two hours. Completely crashed.
MAS: diet dew; popsicle (0/0; 30/0)
Dinner: Roast turkey breast (46/1); mashed potatoes made with margarine and skim milk (119/2.5); turkey gravy (reduced fat from a package -- 120/3.5); warm spinach salad w/ mushrooms and onions (21/1; 46/0; 21/1). Drank water. (373/9.0)
I've spent the entire day today (Sunday) with the Tens unit on my back.
Activity: laundry, up and down the stairs; just hurting with my back. /sigh.
Mood: cranky because of the pain and because our 5 children all think that Tiger and I are old and dumb.
Friday, August 04, 2006
i think all humans are addicts
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The English it appears to be alcohol. http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/world/archives/2006/08/05/2003321892
For Americans -- at least many of us, it's food. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/5219884.stm
I quit smoking; now I need to quit unhealthy food.
Friday was an emotional rollercoaster. I woke up completely fearful that we were going to have to move in with my beloveds father. For those of you who don't know -- there are 7 of us. I have a blended family. There's Tiger, my beloved, and his two kids -- Nan, 21 (who watches my three chidlren -- or the 'youngerlings' as we call them) and the Boy, 16. Then there's me, Bean, 10; Peanut, 8 and Tank, 5. All seven of us moving into a home really designed for nor more than 4 would have been tight quarters. We just moved from one of the fatest cities in the United States -- Detroit, to the healthiest: Seattle. http://www.mensfitness.com/rankings/304
Tiger got his last paycheck on June 1. We arrived in Seattle on June 17. He's been job searching ever since. He's highly marketable. But hiring practices here are slow, at best. The housing market in Seattle is out of control, too. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/homevalues/
Median price for a single family home is $375k. Meanwhile back in Detroit we cannot sell our $115k home. http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060112/BUSINESS04/601120506/1017
We're trying to work out a deal to rent it. Detroit's economy, along with the rest of Michigan, is just the worst. http://www.don-iannone.com/edfutures/2005/12/michigan-stop-blaming-yourself-for.html
http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2006607160572
He was suppose to hear from a small VOIP start-up company sometime Friday a.m. I was at work, restless and anxious.
B: 2 Morningstar Farms veggie breakfast sausage patties (180 calories / 6 g of fat); coffee w/ splenda x 2 (0/0)
and then the big boss called. He made a peach pie for us. I had a small piece with another cup of coffee (o/0). (261 / 12g -- this is an approximate).
MMS: a handful of Planter's Mixed Nuts (170 / 3 g of fat) I was killing time waiting for Tiger to tell me he had the job. Work was not keeping my racing thoughts away.
L: whole wheat bun (70 / 1); reduced-fat provolone cheese (100 / 4); 2 slices thin salami (98 / 8)-- heated in microwave; 10 honey braided pretzels (110 cal / 1 g fat); diet Mountain Dew
Dangit Tiger! call me.
And just when I thought I would just start screaming in my cube -- he IM'd me and let me know the offer came in. And it include the use of a rental house! Salary is not as high as we'd like -- but he's got a job and we got a house! I took off early to go get ready for a good night with the family. On the way home traffic was completely insane. Wished I had brought water with me. I got really thirsty sitting in traffic and calling the moving company to get our stuff delivered next weekend. yay!
MAS: peanut butter (about 1 tablespoon) (80 / 8 g)& celery stalk (6/0) while I made dinner; water.
Dinner:
We had planned to ask Tiger's Dad, G.D., if we could move in with him until we could get on our feet. Instead, we were able to announce that Tiger had a job and things seemingly would be okay. Now if that silly house in Detroit would sell. Real estate -- the bain in my existence right now.
I made Chicken Piccata with artichoke hearts and mushrooms (this recipe is normally made with capers instead of mushrooms. But I'm not a big caper fan.) Long grain and wild rice; green salad with all the fixings (tomatoes, cukes, carrots, red papper, sugar snap peas); broccoli with red pepper flakes and garnished with parmasean cheese.
We cleaned up the dishes and then everyone had a bowl of ice cream. I had one scoop (about 2 1/2 tablespoons of vanilla with pralines) (?/?) I was feeling content and mellow and not particularly guilty. I do need to keep better track of my calories and fat though.
Activity: Worry. Not much of everything else, unless you count the walking I did in the grocery store.
Goal: Keep better track of what my food choices mean in the way of calories and fat. Create a daily total.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
The English it appears to be alcohol. http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/world/archives/2006/08/05/2003321892
For Americans -- at least many of us, it's food. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/5219884.stm
I quit smoking; now I need to quit unhealthy food.
Friday was an emotional rollercoaster. I woke up completely fearful that we were going to have to move in with my beloveds father. For those of you who don't know -- there are 7 of us. I have a blended family. There's Tiger, my beloved, and his two kids -- Nan, 21 (who watches my three chidlren -- or the 'youngerlings' as we call them) and the Boy, 16. Then there's me, Bean, 10; Peanut, 8 and Tank, 5. All seven of us moving into a home really designed for nor more than 4 would have been tight quarters. We just moved from one of the fatest cities in the United States -- Detroit, to the healthiest: Seattle. http://www.mensfitness.com/rankings/304
Tiger got his last paycheck on June 1. We arrived in Seattle on June 17. He's been job searching ever since. He's highly marketable. But hiring practices here are slow, at best. The housing market in Seattle is out of control, too. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/homevalues/
Median price for a single family home is $375k. Meanwhile back in Detroit we cannot sell our $115k home. http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060112/BUSINESS04/601120506/1017
We're trying to work out a deal to rent it. Detroit's economy, along with the rest of Michigan, is just the worst. http://www.don-iannone.com/edfutures/2005/12/michigan-stop-blaming-yourself-for.html
http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2006607160572
He was suppose to hear from a small VOIP start-up company sometime Friday a.m. I was at work, restless and anxious.
B: 2 Morningstar Farms veggie breakfast sausage patties (180 calories / 6 g of fat); coffee w/ splenda x 2 (0/0)
and then the big boss called. He made a peach pie for us. I had a small piece with another cup of coffee (o/0). (261 / 12g -- this is an approximate).
MMS: a handful of Planter's Mixed Nuts (170 / 3 g of fat) I was killing time waiting for Tiger to tell me he had the job. Work was not keeping my racing thoughts away.
L: whole wheat bun (70 / 1); reduced-fat provolone cheese (100 / 4); 2 slices thin salami (98 / 8)-- heated in microwave; 10 honey braided pretzels (110 cal / 1 g fat); diet Mountain Dew
Dangit Tiger! call me.
And just when I thought I would just start screaming in my cube -- he IM'd me and let me know the offer came in. And it include the use of a rental house! Salary is not as high as we'd like -- but he's got a job and we got a house! I took off early to go get ready for a good night with the family. On the way home traffic was completely insane. Wished I had brought water with me. I got really thirsty sitting in traffic and calling the moving company to get our stuff delivered next weekend. yay!
MAS: peanut butter (about 1 tablespoon) (80 / 8 g)& celery stalk (6/0) while I made dinner; water.
Dinner:
We had planned to ask Tiger's Dad, G.D., if we could move in with him until we could get on our feet. Instead, we were able to announce that Tiger had a job and things seemingly would be okay. Now if that silly house in Detroit would sell. Real estate -- the bain in my existence right now.
I made Chicken Piccata with artichoke hearts and mushrooms (this recipe is normally made with capers instead of mushrooms. But I'm not a big caper fan.) Long grain and wild rice; green salad with all the fixings (tomatoes, cukes, carrots, red papper, sugar snap peas); broccoli with red pepper flakes and garnished with parmasean cheese.
We cleaned up the dishes and then everyone had a bowl of ice cream. I had one scoop (about 2 1/2 tablespoons of vanilla with pralines) (?/?) I was feeling content and mellow and not particularly guilty. I do need to keep better track of my calories and fat though.
Activity: Worry. Not much of everything else, unless you count the walking I did in the grocery store.
Goal: Keep better track of what my food choices mean in the way of calories and fat. Create a daily total.
back-log
http://blog.myspace.com/mamacasz
Eventually, I'll get these posts all located over here. But for now, you'll just have to link to find out that I just moved from one of the fattest cities in the nation -- Detroit, to one of the healthiests -- Seattle. So, if that's not one motivating factor to get off my butt and get healthy, I don't know what is.
Other reasons include:
1) I want to be around for as long as possible for my children
2) I want to be around long enough to do all the things that I want to do, but cannot because my number one responsibility right now is for my children.
3) Diabetes runs in my family and I really don't want to add my name to the list of victims.
4) I like it when I can go to a thrift store and fit into all the clothes possible.
5) I'm prone to back problems -- being healthy and thin will decrease these issues for me.
6) Life is too much fun to sit back and be fat and miserable and watch it go by.
Every evening I'll post for the day. Today is special, because I've been trying for more than a week to get this into a format of reality for others to enjoy.
Send me a comment -- don't be shy.
Eventually, I'll get these posts all located over here. But for now, you'll just have to link to find out that I just moved from one of the fattest cities in the nation -- Detroit, to one of the healthiests -- Seattle. So, if that's not one motivating factor to get off my butt and get healthy, I don't know what is.
Other reasons include:
1) I want to be around for as long as possible for my children
2) I want to be around long enough to do all the things that I want to do, but cannot because my number one responsibility right now is for my children.
3) Diabetes runs in my family and I really don't want to add my name to the list of victims.
4) I like it when I can go to a thrift store and fit into all the clothes possible.
5) I'm prone to back problems -- being healthy and thin will decrease these issues for me.
6) Life is too much fun to sit back and be fat and miserable and watch it go by.
Every evening I'll post for the day. Today is special, because I've been trying for more than a week to get this into a format of reality for others to enjoy.
Send me a comment -- don't be shy.
Welcome to my new journey to better health
Welcome to the new eFAT-Blog. This is a site where you can find the journey of an American suburban working mother's journey to a healthy lifestyle.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
Daily I will detail my emotions, food, activity and the like in the neverending battle of the bulge.
Come take the journey along with me.
