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  • Ohai.

    I only post this often because I have no life.

    I thought I would start today in the spirit of all the celebrities who have been posting their sans-makeup, morning pictures, being a bit of a celebrity myself, har har har... (Please don't stone me.)

    Yesterday I started noticing some mild improvements in my general health/ appearance and I thought I would compile a list of things I owe to the Primal blueprint.

    Today, for example, I woke up looking like Federic Fekkai has worked on my hair during the night.

    (Hmm... 24 going on 14. I look like I haven't reached puberty yet. I guess I'll have to be more infantile to reflect that. >;3)

    *note the look of surprise, in my one visible eye, at the manageability of my hair. I didn't even brush it the night before and after having slept on it it somehow adopted a shape I can't achieve with a blow dryer.
    **also note the ethereal quality the morning sun adds, beaming through the kitchen window. Very virgin Mary (which would explain the pregnancy bloat I woke up with. Shortbread cookies? No sir, immaculate conception.)
    ***no, I'm not naked. (this time.)

    I know it doesn't look like much, and I wish I had a before picture, but the fact that it retains some sort of shape, volume and silkiness is staggering to me! But anyway, just a small detail that excites me.

    Let's get to business.

    Things PB Has For Me This Month:

    Hair: We already discussed manageability, but I would add that my hair has more volume as well. But probably the best news are that I FINALLY see a reduction in itchiness, dandruff and dryness. It's been almost a year since these scalp issues have been plaguing me all thanks to going pooless and scalding my scalp with vinegar and baking soda (whoever came up with that needs to take a bath in acid). I switched tons of shampoos, thinking my problem is topical. But after trying at least 35+ dandruff and salon shampoos I realized I'm wasting my time.
    I kinda stopped trying to fix this and just washed my hair more often and hoped no one would notice (yeah, good one, mate).
    After a month without processed foods, wheat and dairy (save for that one ball of icecream, and not counting the cookies yesterday either, but I know I will pay dearly very soon >;c) all issues are pretty much gone.

    Teeth: I consider this the biggest, most visible change. I have VERY troublesome gums and teeth. In fact, sensodyne does nothing for me. It makes my gums and teeth even more sensitive. Other toothpastes, even "natural one", don't do much either. It seemed like I couldn't use toothpaste more than once a day or my gums would bleed and my teeth would hurt (like at the root). But my teeth looked stained, especially against my ridiculously pale skin, and I kept trying to whiten them either by brushing often or (bad idea) by using those whitening pastes/ gels.
    Holy crap did that hurt.
    So, again. I gave up. But lately I noticed my teeth are uncharacteristically white, and I'll be totally honest I barely brush them at all... I started brushing them again and felt no sensitivity! I can even use my heavy duty whitening paste, though it never worked before and my teeth now seem a lot whiter without brushing at all. Again, after the cookies yesterday I felt a lot of sensitivity. Sugar is probably the culprit.

    Smellyness factor: First of all, I'm a delicate little princess, and therefore I don't smell in any shape or form (huh?!), but if I WERE to smell... then PB would make me smell less. No morning breath (remember, I don't brush my teeth) and since I stopped using commercial deodorants I sweat less too.

    Feet: This is kinda weird and I'm not sure if PB has anything to do with it, but my feet were peeling and scabbing a lot
    but lately stopped. I haven't switched shoes or anything. Just kinda weird.

    Sleeping Habits: This is a battle I fought with myself over and over again... Lately though, I get tired in the evening and wake up early morning (like at an ungodly hour like 9 am!)

    I'm sure there are many more. I'm more salt and sugar sensitive and don't find a lot of things platable (like the cookies I made which my parents seemed to like); I've got more energy, I'm even thinking of starting to work out next week but not sure how I'm gonna do that with my broken screen; my moods are better.

    Basically things are looking up! And with this renewed belief in PB, I'm ready to get more serious.
    Starting the day with a pork stew and planning on having a steak either tomorrow or tonight. Or a possibly an omelet with bacon and tomatoes.

    In other news...
    My feminine charms are a dangerous thing. "Oh woe that is me, my computer screen doth breaketh and I, a poor maiden, is left to weep in my tower of sorrow!" *faints*
    Two gentlemen offered to make my troubles go away, but I'm wary... nothing is free and promises aren't alway fulfilled. Still, I'm fairly desperate... We'll see what happens.

    Had a skype conversation with my grams, she asked what I was eating but regardless of what I was about to answer said, "YOU, shouldn't be eating that."
    Everyone laughed and cheered like at a circus show.
    I scampered like a wounded seal, balancing a ball on my nose.

    Good times ;/

    My dad is so annoying, just adds more wood to the fire. I don't think I'll ever feel good about myself until I move out.

    All for now <3
    "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
    -Raymond Peat, PhD

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    • I just realized it's the first of the month, and you know what I tend to do on the first of the month?
      I get obsessive compulsive.

      Srsly tho, I thought I would make this a Shitless Month, that is, try not to eat any added sugar (that bastard is everywhere, like Justin Bieber), not (consciously) consume any dairy , and intentionally evade any gluten .

      Notice my leeway words? They basically exempt me from any responsibility if I do happen to consume something that has a tiny bit of sugar, gluten or dairy, because this is the real world and shit just happens.

      But it dawned on me that this isn't going to be a piece of Meatza after all, as sugar, gluten and dairy are constantly waiting around the corner to pounce on my poor digestive system and steal its lunch money (it was saving it for bacon, that is).

      Like today, I was genuinely thirsty so the first thing that came to mind was to approach one of the vending machines that sprouted up on every floor of the school like a bunch of sugary weeds. I luuurve vitamin water, though I'm intelligent enough to know it's just tap water with the added flavour of some inconspicuous fruit, adorned with a label of lies *so dramatic*.
      Just the thought of that cool syrupy, watery goodness fortifying me with imaginary vitamins makes my toes curl (maybe I just really need to get laid).
      So today I evaded a disaster, sort of. But bought this psuedo-fresh coconut water in a bottle. It has no sugar and boasts for being organic, and it tastes good.... but just the fact I bought it at all shows that I'm still weak when it comes to craving.

      Fat Overload:
      That's the tactic. I bought avocados, coconut milk, nut butter, butter, and grapefruits (I'm getting addicted to those sour things). But I realize I won't be able to keep myself from cheating if I feel deprived so I decided to do weekly refeeds in the hopes that eventually the cravings would subside and I won't need any at all.
      I know I berated VLC, as many have, but... Godamnit, I just naturally revert to that! I don't know if I have some fruit phobia or if it's due to the fact my pantry is usually very limited, but there's always eggs and bacon in the house and I always like to nom it.
      Another tactic is to buy foods that would gross my parents out (green gooey pumpkin seed butter, coconut milk) and hide the rest (avocados are always a big hit, and tend to disappear mysteriously regardless of who bought them and marked them with his/her teeth [ME~~~~~~~!]).
      So, tons of fat. Carbs seem to be under 20 lately. Some of you would be dying at this point (I'm looking at you Metismomma), but 20g is nothing for me...
      Yesterday I ate a plum and two peaches, so that's something!

      Cals Carbs Fat Protein
      Yesterday: 906 41 Fat 48
      Today: Totals: 1,076 17 83 63

      Calories are low, but keep in mind that unlike you people I don't actually exercise/ have kids/ have any reason to move at all and can spend the entire day reading and watching tv. So yeah, this is pretty much all I need.

      The Sunification of NSWM
      As you probably have noticed (or haven't, if I blended in with the wall), I've been sunophobic for a while now. But lately I've let myself be convinced to forgo chemical sunscreens (hint, cancer scare and lack of money to go through 5 bottles a month) and slather myself with coconut oil instead. I don't spend time outside longer than 20-30 minutes (still sunophobic) so if I do get sun damage and wrinkles, it would be a little bit less terrible than getting skin cancer from chemical sunscreens.
      I think. I hope.
      I'm still debating.

      I just wanna give Primal a shot, full on. Without social hindrances. I feel like I end up having this fucked up Paleo-Primal-CW version that I try to keep and it stresses me out. I need simplicity.

      And frankly, I just don't freaking care anymore. I don't care about how I look when I leave the house, I don't care about spending money I don't have on makeup because it doesn't fool anyone (especially me) that my skin is blah, I don't care if I get wrinkles anyway because even in my twenties, in my prime, nobody even looks at me so it won't even matter later on, I don't care what celebrities look like naked in their sex tapes because they're so misguided and their lives are usually in shambles, I don't care about what other people look like, so what if they're thinner/ prettier/ have more expensive clothes (btw, I'm still prettier. Ask my mom, kthanksbye) or if they're sucking face with their bfs on every bench in Monteal (cause when a hotter/ more scantily clad chick passes by their douchebag bfs will still check her out). I'm just sick of wasting my energy on caring because it never got me anywhere, it will never get me anywhere. I can care and cry and get frustrated when it leads me nowhere, I can get there for a week or so, and not be able to maintain it, I can get depressed every few months OR I can do nothing. Same freaking result.

      It's silly but studying all these dead poets has taught me perspective. Even if everyone think you're crazy during your life time you can still be a genius. Why should I waste my time wondering how others perceive me? The masses are stupid and shallow.

      Beauty is meaningless and fleeting, and I've made my life a living hell because of it.
      Was I more loved when I was thinner? No. Maybe. Who cares?
      Was I happier when I was surrounded by masses of "friends"? No, I knew it wasn't real. I even resented people who liked me, because I knew they liked me because I pretended to be someone else.
      So much energy wasted that eventually drove me to deep depression, surrendering and suppressing what I really wanted to do, who I really wanted to be.

      I still have this fear of exercising because I don't want any muscle definition.
      Yes. In my twisted mind, looking strong is gross. Why? Because being strong always let me down. Taking initiative, being aggressive, being expressive always repelled the kinda guys I liked (weak guys, who probably wanted someone submissive) so I learned to pretend, become meek, girly, delicate. I idolize Korean images of femininity (the most fucked up version I could find), the eternal virgins, doll-like, fragile, anorexic.

      Is this me?... I still don't know. I've confused myself.

      Right now I've given up. But the negative connotation of "giving up" doesn't apply here. I guess I've given up on the pursuit of my skewed portrait of perfection, and now I don't feel like being a consumerist (can't afford it) and instead I'm gonna be a dirty hippie ;3

      I wash my hair and body with a baby wash. I don't put anything on my face or body, except for coconut oil. I brush my teeth once a day, usually without any paste at all. I eat tons of food. I go outside and I see some sun. I read.
      That's all my life is right now, and I no longer find it depressing because I don't have tons of parties to attend to, get hit on by sketchy men, fret if I'm thin enough, if I'm getting enough attention, smiling/drinking/ laughing jut for show, BECAUSE I DO WHAT I FREAKING WANT!

      *dramatically slams a mug of coconut on the table*
      Last edited by NoSaladWithoutMeat; 08-02-2012, 06:28 PM.
      "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
      -Raymond Peat, PhD

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      • *WOLF WHISTLE* WOO-HOO!! Love it!
        You didn't give up, you let go. Which is awesome *hug*

        (ps. day 4 of induction=under 20g of carbs, still fine. I'm even in ketosis.. so there :P)
        Calm the f**k down.

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        • Something I never thought I would hear on MasterChef Australian "Please take your sloth and go back to your bench."

          Yesterday, I ate a bit more after I published my stats:
          Cals Carbs Fat Protein
          1,233 31 95 64

          Today's breakfast:
          1,151 35 68 95

          Nobody can accuse me of not getting enough fat, that's for sure.

          My calories are all over the place. I still haven't figured out how to stop eating when I'm full. Yesterday I ended up eating 4 pieces of bacon and 2 eggs and drank all the bacon fat and friend tomato juices that were left in the pan. Then I drank some coconut milk ;s I still tend to overeat, and doing that with fat is not very wise.

          My carbs are too low for my liking. I don't think I'm gonna do the refeeds after all (can't even imagine myself eating that much carbs on the weekend unless I'm getting a dip dish pizza -not going there). I think I'll just eat fruits and veggies when I have them, trying to keep my carbs under 75.
          It so happens that my carbs are under 40, but I'm not really worried.

          Things I hate:
          Olive oil. EW EW EWWWW.
          Coconut milk. EW. Why does it have to be so coconutty? It's so strange. But coconut milk is truly nature's laxative, so I keep having it. I do like it when it's added to things. But I don't know any recipes that use it (yet).
          "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
          -Raymond Peat, PhD

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          • Sloth?! I wonder what that tastes like.

            It's all your fault. I'm watching ANTM. The androgynous chick is HOT. I feel like the UK chicks are much less super-skinny than the US ones. I like it. The cotton candy pink hair is super cute, but I prefer bright for myself.

            I don't like coconut oil. Milk, I can stand. Yeah...that laxative effect is useful... Do you like curry dishes? Those usually use coconut milk.
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            • Originally posted by NoSaladWithoutMeat View Post
              My calories are all over the place. I still haven't figured out how to stop eating when I'm full. Yesterday I ended up eating 4 pieces of bacon and 2 eggs and drank all the bacon fat and friend tomato juices that were left in the pan. Then I drank some coconut milk ;s I still tend to overeat, and doing that with fat is not very wise.
              I know this feeling all too well :P If I stick to certain things, I can typically stave off diving off the deep end, but it's not always so easy.

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              • Originally posted by namelesswonder View Post
                Sloth?! I wonder what that tastes like.

                It's all your fault. I'm watching ANTM. The androgynous chick is HOT. I feel like the UK chicks are much less super-skinny than the US ones. I like it. The cotton candy pink hair is super cute, but I prefer bright for myself.

                I don't like coconut oil. Milk, I can stand. Yeah...that laxative effect is useful... Do you like curry dishes? Those usually use coconut milk.
                Muhahahahahahaha!

                Azmarie, you mean? Yeah, she's totally awesome.

                The Brit girls are so funny and playful. They make the American girls look angry and over competitive.

                I like Sophie a lot. She's soooooo pretty! She looks all anime-like. I wanted her hairdo for the longest time.

                I love coconut oil! How can you not? I don't get it. I fry up my famous banana omelet in coconut oil. There is also the kind that has the coconut smell removed, so you can use it for meat.
                But coconut milk... EWW. Unless you cook with it, it's just gross. Can't eat that stuff straight.

                Do you mean Asian curries or Indian? I made an Indian one yesterday. It was basically pork swimming in yellow fat ;s
                Indian definitely has that laxative effect on me ;s but I bet they put a lot of other crap there to achieve that.

                Did you ever make thai green curry? Anyone know how to make it? ;o
                "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                • Yesterday's Stats:
                  2,092 66 127 161

                  Holy, flaming, crap. That's a lot.
                  Most of my fat was from avocados, coconut milk and butter.
                  I made a pork curry, but the coconut milk reduced so much that it looked and tasted like butter chicken.

                  The protein bit ain't right. I only had a pork chop and a can of salmon. Sparkpeople is so inaccurate.

                  Bizarre Dream Corner :

                  Another cool, but bizarre dream.

                  So apparently I was a missionary hero. I had this hybrid between a sword and a dagger that I carried on my back. It was about the size of my torso (I'm tiny, remember?) and looked like a dagger. And I was walking around my neighborhood finding these hidden caves where I fought monsters with my sword-dagger.

                  I kept rescuing children from these caves and bringing them back to my motel room (okay this isn't as creepy as it sounds).
                  And there were so many! They were trailing me to the motel room, and when I would wake up they were there on the other bed, or on the floor of this tiny motel room and... they were just everywhere. And I had to save more of them.
                  So I would go out the next morning and find another cave.

                  I also had a guide. This old man that stayed in my room and told me where to go. He had some mystical book or maps, I think. He stayed with the children. So when I would wake up and look around the room and see all the tiny children, I would just be like "watch tv until I get back", and he would give me some sort of vague advice about my next journey.

                  I think eventually I started to wake up, or realize that this is weird. At one place, it was a big mansion I think, I was supposed to kill a vampire (not the pretty, sissy kind we have now. He looked more like Nosferatu), but I got scared. I mean, I think I was scared before when I was fighting other monsters, but this time I doubted myself.
                  I thought, "how come it's so easy for me? And I've never fought before."
                  At that exact point the vampire Lord jumped out of the darkness and sunk his teeth into me. I think he tore a big chunk of my flesh as well.

                  I kinda freaked out, but I didn't wanna die (or maybe wake up), so I stabbed him.

                  The last journey was odd. I think at this point I started to wake up. I was looking for another cave but couldn't find it.
                  The world became... ordinary. I kept walking around and couldn't find any caves or monsters.
                  Regular people were walking around, it was morning.

                  I did find the last cave, however. But as I went in and couldn't find anything, I left (this is where it gets weird) and noticed that I was now HOLDING A TAKEOUT BAG WITH FRIED WINGS AND ONION RINGS!!!!!

                  So, I realized there aren't any monsters anymore... And I became sad. I started eating the food, but I was carrying it to the kids. I wanted to check if there really weren't any more monsters in the world... and if there weren't, what would I do with myself?

                  I felt kinda lost. Knowing that I can no longer contribute to the world I was really... scared. Like I was losing my identity and significance.

                  I came onto some sort of Buddhist temple (?!). There were people crowding around and there was some kind of show. I don't remember what it was, unfortunately, just that it was really enthralling and unique. Like, one of the monks was charming a beast and making it sing and dance or something.

                  I was smiling and I remember wanting to talk to the monks. They seemed really friendly, they were making jokes and everyone would laugh.

                  Then, when the show was over another monk came out and he approached me and held my hand. Everybody stared at me. And he said "I saw you earlier, when you smiled, you seemed so delicate (I don't remember the exact word he used, it was along the lines of "delicate", "kind heated") and I decided that if I can't be a monster fighter anymore I must volunteer at the temple.

                  Then I woke up.

                  Now, can anyone explain to me, what the fuck?
                  "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                  -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                  • Oooh, your hairs is purty. See, you are progressing and opening up like a lotus flower.

                    In terms of being emaciated and skinny: I'm pretty sure some people are just like that, and doesn't Mark refer to them as skinny fat? Wouldn't you rather hold your own and be able to do shit than be all waify "help me lift that shoebox" and shit? Also what kind of man is attracted to that? You want to be Bella from Twilight?

                    Seriously lady, it's better to be able to toss a keg, open a watermelon by squeezing it betwixt your thighs, and bend a shotgun barrel than sit on the sidelines and faint from the exertion of putting up your parasol.

                    You will NEVER look like this, I promise>

                    Oh, and friends. I'm afraid I have the same philosophy. I find few people who are worth the calorie expenditure. I am either w/ my husband, sister, mom, or solo. My BBF/only friend just moved to Sweden and now I really have 0 friends. Seriously, there have to be some worthwhile people out there. Somewhere. Anywhere. Right?
                    Last edited by me2; 08-05-2012, 11:49 AM.
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                    • Originally posted by me2 View Post
                      Oooh, your hairs is purty. See, you are progressing and opening up like a lotus flower.

                      In terms of being emaciated and skinny: I'm pretty sure some people are just like that, and doesn't Mark refer to them as skinny fat? Wouldn't you rather hold your own and be able to do shit than be all waify "help me lift that shoebox" and shit? Also what kind of man is attracted to that? You want to be Bella from Twilight?

                      Seriously lady, it's better to be able to toss a keg, open a watermelon by squeezing it betwixt your thighs, and bend a shotgun barrel than sit on the sidelines and faint from the exertion of putting up your parasol.

                      You will NEVER look like this, I promise>

                      Oh, and friends. I'm afraid I have the same philosophy. I find few people who are worth the calorie expenditure. I am either w/ my husband, sister, mom, or solo. My BBF/only friend just moved to Sweden and now I really have 0 friends. Seriously, there have to be some worthwhile people out there. Somewhere. Anywhere. Right?
                      Thank you for that lovely visual ;x

                      Yeah, too bad all the awesome chicks live in godforsaken places like Colorado ;c
                      Otherwise I will be on you like gum on a shoe .
                      "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                      -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                      • My first carb refeed today:

                        1,119 C 156 F 53 P 20

                        To my horror, I just realized I had a vegetarian day. Most of my consumption was fruit, sweet potatoes, GF flan (that smelled like a wet dog) and dark chocolate.

                        I thought having refeeds would be rewarding, NOT GROSS.
                        Who wants to eat fatless carbs? I felt so deprived.
                        Chocolate had the majority of fat, but it was so darn sweet.

                        Not cool, mates, not cool.

                        I don't think I'll reattempt a refeed again.
                        Kinda regret having sugar at all.
                        But the scale says I'm down by 2lbs.

                        Watched Ice Age, laughed. Had fun.

                        Didn't sleep. Hyper. Listening to oldies but goodies, and would probably be bawling my eyes out if I wasn't high on animal fat:
                        Last edited by NoSaladWithoutMeat; 08-06-2012, 07:41 AM.
                        "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                        -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                        • Sleeplessness equals manic depression. (I even posted this in Metismomma's journal instead of mine, like an idiot.)
                          I get very hyper and anxious, and a minute later everything seems bleak.

                          I wanna stay awake so I can wake up early tomorrow. I've been staying up at night because that's when I can use the computer, but now I see how pathetic that to revolve my life around a machine.
                          I'm not a machine. And I promised myself that my health would come first.
                          I can't be healthy if I don't sleep well at the intended hour.

                          I need to exercise but I'm scared of how useless my body became, and I'm shy because my dad is always around...
                          Not sure how to do it with my files on my broken comp.

                          Refeed done. Back to basics. Back to bacon. Ah, bacon, how I love thee, let me count the ways...

                          I was musing today while eating it raw about my 2lb drop on the scale.
                          It's to be expected to GAIN weight after a refeed, not lose it. I must owe it to what I've done during the weekdays, non?
                          Or maybe my calories are too low? (Should I even care. I eat when I'm hungry, I don't when I'm not!)

                          Gosh, this should be a good thing but it's stressing me out. Now I need to figure out what I'm doing right and how to keep it going.

                          If I'm losing on VLC, I'm afraid it'll backfire later on (as many, including Mark, have warned). But if I load on the carbs like Paleo for Women and others suggest, I won't lose anything at all...!

                          Was my last week VLC? 15c, 15c, 31c, 41c. Yep, pretty low.
                          But maybe I owe it to the abundance of fat? This time around my food makes 70-80% of my intake; avocados, coconut milk, butter, bacon, nut butters, egg yolks, fatty meat.

                          Hmm...
                          "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                          -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                          • lol I noticed, figured that, forgave and carried on. Ketosis may or may not make me a little to energetic. I had insomnia when I was in ketosis, but I can't remember if I had it before I started the induction.


                            Wait, you were eating raw bacon? Not the first time I heard of that, but still... As for the refeed, maybe you needed it. You might want to check out John Romaniello's website when it comes to refeeds aka cheat days(he does it once a week, then has a fast the next day) It may or may not help you but the sight of him trying to down a ginormous bowl of ice cream is pretty priceless.
                            I get the shyness in regards to exercising when your dad is around. I'm at a point in my relationship with my husband that I'm not embarrassed to exercise around him but anyone else?(I'm really not embarrassed about much with him, he's pretty much seen every thing) I can't even exercise out in the park without feeling shy. I would be a hypocrite of I said, suck it up and do it anyway. One thing you can do is try to do exercises throughout the day when you have some privacy. For example, squats while you're brushing teeth, in the bathroom. Do a couple pushups when you get out of bed. If all you do is push-ups, squats, lunges and I would say pull-ups but my guess is that you're like me and can't do one yet, so walking, its a start.
                            Back to basics. Compound exercise.

                            That's it for now, I will drop more pearls of wisdom when I'm actually awake and have finished my cup of coffee.
                            XD
                            Calm the f**k down.

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                            • Originally posted by Metismomma View Post
                              lol I noticed, figured that, forgave and carried on. Ketosis may or may not make me a little to energetic. I had insomnia when I was in ketosis, but I can't remember if I had it before I started the induction.


                              Wait, you were eating raw bacon? Not the first time I heard of that, but still... As for the refeed, maybe you needed it. You might want to check out John Romaniello's website when it comes to refeeds aka cheat days(he does it once a week, then has a fast the next day) It may or may not help you but the sight of him trying to down a ginormous bowl of ice cream is pretty priceless.
                              I get the shyness in regards to exercising when your dad is around. I'm at a point in my relationship with my husband that I'm not embarrassed to exercise around him but anyone else?(I'm really not embarrassed about much with him, he's pretty much seen every thing) I can't even exercise out in the park without feeling shy. I would be a hypocrite of I said, suck it up and do it anyway. One thing you can do is try to do exercises throughout the day when you have some privacy. For example, squats while you're brushing teeth, in the bathroom. Do a couple pushups when you get out of bed. If all you do is push-ups, squats, lunges and I would say pull-ups but my guess is that you're like me and can't do one yet, so walking, its a start.
                              Back to basics. Compound exercise.

                              That's it for now, I will drop more pearls of wisdom when I'm actually awake and have finished my cup of coffee.
                              XD

                              Solid pearls ;P

                              Yeah, I have my own room. It's just that he tends to annoy me and come into my room and make fun of me ;/
                              "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                              -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                              • Please explain to me how everything I cook ends up becoming an oily, over-spiced soup.

                                This time I did make soup but I added no oil. Just beef stock, tomato and meatballs. I couldn't understand where all my salt was going.
                                When I was finally happy with it, I left it to simmer. Long story short, my soup "reduced" so it changed consistency altogether.
                                It's so spicy and oily now (where did the oil come from anyway?!), it tastes fine but you can't eat a lot of it.

                                I also might have eaten something with bread. My mom sometimes puts bread into meatballs ;/ I ate one.

                                I might have found a new (baker) friend! And possibly convinced her to cook gluten free ;D

                                This is how it's done:

                                "Wouldn't it be interesting to bake with almond flour? *nom*
                                And like, do stuff with almond milk? *nom*
                                Have you tried making a panna cotta with coconut milk?" *nom nom*

                                Eating a lot of fruit. Peaches, apricots, cherries. Carbs around 50ish.

                                If I can find a CD of Callanetics (always wanted to try), I might start doing it as exercise to build up a bit to do the strength training.

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