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  • We love Hofman's Hot Dogs. Haven't tried the snaps...yet. They renamed them Coneys.
    Primal since 9/24/2010
    "Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within." Miguel de Cervantes

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    • Trust me, you must try the Snaps!

      Yeah, they renamed them... but they will never be anything but Snaps/Snappys to me.
      My husband's family is from upstate NY and so they have been eating them FOREVER. It's the only brand they eat. They are all loyal like that.
      For a long time the only way we could get them was when his aunt would bring a bunch with her when she would come down on vacation. Then the internet got going good and we could order our own from the website...
      But now it's better. It seems that there are enough NY'ers living in FL now that there is a good demand for them to be stocked locally in our area! LOL
      So, no having to buy in bulk and freeze. I can just grab a pack of fresh ones at the store now and then.
      It makes me insanely happy.
      You should have seen the ridiculous jumping up and down happy dance I did the day I first found them and presented them to my husband upon returning home with my treasure.
      “You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
      ~Friedrich Nietzsche
      And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.


      • Backing up a bit...

        During the monsoon on Saturday there were winds.
        Winds weakened a big branch in a BIG tree in our back yard.
        It's a Chinaberry tree pretty much at it's maximum height and spread. No small thing at all.
        Late Saturday night, after all the rain and wind had stopped, the branch fell.
        It didn't hit anything fortunately. Other than the ground.
        But it did present husband and I with a mess to clean up.
        This was accomplished on Monday with saws and wheelbarrows, and all the regular accouterments.

        Anyway. The point of all this is that I impressed myself.
        Husband ran the saw, but with his bad knee(two surgeries last year) he didn't need to be doing too much of the lifting of the cut pieces... especially since he would be back lifting them and likely hurt himself.
        So we cleared the brushy stuff and I pushed it to the appointed place in the wheelbarrow, uphill every time of course.
        Then I started loading up the pieces of cut wood ever increasing in size.
        Husband was done with the saw before I was of course and he watched me squat, ass to grass, to lift a large piece and he was actually impressed. He noted that there was no way he could even go down that far and get back up.
        So there it is.
        I was lifting "weight"!
        Not lifting heavy by any means, to do such still wrecks my head immediately, but I was lifting weight on my squats.
        And that's pretty good.
        I still managed my 5k walk with the boys later too.
        I often still get visual streamer type disturbances during and towards the end of my walks, but I'm maintaining fine... so I keep at it.

        For dinner on Monday I made pork chops.
        I only do one kind of chops, the center cut loin type... obscenely thick.
        I guess that's the porterhouse equivalent on a pig. About 2 inches thick.
        I threw a bit of sea salt at them and cracked some pepper on, then massaged an EVOO and fiery spice blend of dried garlic, herbs, and all the chilis(chili flake, smoked paprika, chipotle powder, cayenne, and ancho chili) onto them.
        Then- grill. I like my pork pink.
        They were delicious. So big neither of us ate the whole things, but really delicious.
        There was salad too... creamy garlicky dressing.

        Tomorrow is CSA day... which means today is sort of clean out the refrigerator and use up the things day.

        My chop was a good bit smaller than husbands... there wasn't much of it left.
        I ate it as a bit of a snack cold around 2 today along with half of a small avocado and some smears of that Churri I have.

        Husband had his leftover half of his really huge chop for dinner as a repeat.
        More salad, plus a couple of slices of cantaloupe(1/4 of a small melon).

        I didn't have that option having just the small bit of my chop earlier for a snack, sooo...
        A saute of half a bulb of fennel and a half a zucchini squash left from other pursuits earlier in the week, added some caramelized onions left from my Snaps the other night. A pinch of sea salt and few grinds of pepper keeping it simple.
        3 duck eggs whisked with a slash of cream. Into skillet to set, fold, and slide out. Plated next to vegetables.
        3 small tomatoes cut into bite sized wedges. Piled into the seam between eggs and veg. Sprinkled with a pinch of sea salt and fresh cracked pepper.
        Dollop of Crema Mexicana.
        Tops of fennel added to finished plate.
        Really nice make-do dinner.

        I need more duck eggs now.
        Last edited by cori93437; 06-12-2013, 12:11 AM.
        “You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
        ~Friedrich Nietzsche
        And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.


        • So...after writing last nights post I was thinking, because while we were walking the boys last night husband and I were talking a bit, and I was whining about sweating BALLS on our walk.

          Last nights route was our longer one, 3 and 1/4 miles, and it had rained most of the day. So though it was cool it was about 97% humidity. I may have complained about needing a butt massage too from the weighted squats...
          Husband pointed out the obvious. "At least you can."
          Point taken.
          So I was thinking about where I was a year ago right "now" and couldn't really remember... Silly me.
          I looked through my journal and found it easily enough. Page 13 and 14 if you are curious.
          I was waxing melancholic about my motorcycle and car that I hadn't ridden in forever... still haven't ridden the bike and it's still in the garage waiting to be sold(I'm really good at dragging my feet, there is a man waiting patiently to give me money.). I have driven the car a few times. But I'm still reticent about my old driving habits... I drive very little, and I've considering selling little car too. My life is very different now, and I'm trying to learn new ways of living it.

          I was also barely able to walk a block or two to the library by myself.
          My brain issues were actually getting worse instead of better despite being on a maxed out dose of one medication and I was facing possible shunt placement.
          Ahhhhh... perspective.
          No. I'm not the incredible shrinking woman, but recovery from such an illness is no small thing.
          Weight loss is ever so slow with me. Though a couple of people tell me I look "smaller" lately the scale does not indicate this change, though smaller sized bra band needs and gaping pants waist bands do... exchanging muscle for fat is an acceptable middle ground.
          And I haven't been weighing myself lately in bit of internal sister feels with Paula's Whole 30.
          Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised. Maybe I'll get to roll my eyes at the scale like normal.
          Either way I feel healthy.
          Not "thin" or "skinny" or "perfect" but HEALTHY and HAPPY, and that's what I'm here for.
          Sometimes it's hard to believe that I got what I asked for... and a little too easy to forget.
          *oofff teared up a bit there*
          Love you guys!
          “You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
          ~Friedrich Nietzsche
          And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.


          • Love you too cori. Sounds like you have come a long way, though being a dude and all I am wondering how you said the words 'butt massage' and your husband's first response was not, "okay then, lets go home and take care of that.'

            Healthy and happy is the way to go. So happy for you.


            • I'm low sodium... but I do use a little bit for flavor these days.

              My daily intake is maybe pinch or two since I IF and it's just the one meal.
              I'm very sensitive to the flavor since I eat so little of it... so it works.
              This is also easier now that my medication needs are so low and my head is under better control.

              Of course... eating out is still a bit of nightmare, and eating those Snaps is dicey, but neither is often.
              I have to take an extra dose of medication on those days to deal with the rise in fluid retention from the excess sodium.
              The other problem with eating out is sometimes things are overly salty tasting since I'm so used to eating LOW sodium. I have to go places that are really willing to cook to order... and stick to places I know have things that aren't horrible sodium bombs.
              “You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
              ~Friedrich Nietzsche
              And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.


              • So glad you're here with us to tell us about your recovery, at whatever pace it takes.
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                • It's funny how much it helps to remind you where you were and how different that is from where you are now.

                  Hooray for the LHT! And, really, being able to squat and lift logs is way more useful than being able to squat and lift iron
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                  • You're doing so very wonderfully well and I'm very glad about that.
                    I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.


                    • Food sounds wonderful! Grilled chops are the bomb!

                      Good for you on the LHT! Too bad for the tree though...

                      Yeah on the physical healing and progress!

                      And I have to agree with Canio..... butt massages are best done sooner rather than later...


                      • I'll admit I haven't followed you from the beginning. The progress you've made in the short time I've "known" you though, is staggering. You are an inspiration to those of us working both for a functional body and against what our body is doing wrong.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • Wow. Such an amazing recovery. It was about a year ago that I started participating (rather than just reading) in your journal. Even though we "witnessed" the changes it is still hard to fathom. It gives me hope for us all no matter what our issues may be.
                          Primal since 9/24/2010
                          "Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within." Miguel de Cervantes

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                          • I sure remember, especially since yours was one of the first journals I read. It's an amazing transformation. Brava, baby!
                            "Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine


                            Who says back fat is a bad thing? Maybe on a hairy guy at the beach, but not on a crab.


                            • Wednesday and Thursday were pretty boring dinner days.

                              Burgers coated in the same garlic, herb, and all the chilis mix as those pork chops earlier... and salad with creamy chipotle dressing.
                              Chicken breasts soaked in balsamic, tossed in garlic and herbs, grilled. Salad with creamy pesto dressing.

                              Now last night... Last night things got interesting.
                              Actually all of yesterday.
                              Husband got a call around noon from a friend about heading to Richloam to go trail riding/mudding with a friend but our Bronco hasn't been behaving that great lately. So he runs to the parts store to get some new fuel line and clamps.
                              Then he gets a call from the office saying he has to come in a do some additional paperwork for a scene/dogbite he was on a couple of days ago... so there I am changing the fuel lines myself while he goes to the nice air conditioned office.
                              He gets back, fuel lines are changed, truck is running great... time to take it too the woods!

                              We load up the things one needs... I fill my 70oz camelback. He fills a pair of those huge insulated bucket mugs... since we don't have a cooler spot welded into our bed yet so it can be strapped down properly. I get my waterproof neoprene lunch bag thing that our phones/wallets and gun goes in, plus a small towel for padding. Tool kit under the seat. Grab a towel.
                              Off we go.
                              There are two trucks, us in the 73 Bronco lifted 4inches on 36s and a Samurai on toyota running gear, lifted 6 on 39s. That's how you do it when you are heading to the middle of no where into the shit.

                              And all was going great!
                              The samurai drove himself off into a hole that looked like it had been made by a bunch of freaking deuce and a halfs... and high centered.
                              OK, no problem... that's why there are two trucks here, right!
                              We back our Bronco up to him, hoo the tow strap to our hook, and as soon as husband lets off the clutch the Bronco chooses that moment to die. And when he goes to start it... spins the starter. Bzzzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz. It's toast.
                              Murphy was so hard at work in that moment there are just no words.

                              No cell service in current location.
                              No way to tell someone where we are anyway, really.
                              What to do... Hmm.
                              You got it.
                              Time for a lovely nature hike!

                              It was a long walk too.
                              Along squishy sandy roads, over things, through water, around water through the woods at times where the water would be waist deep...
                              Along the way husband managed to find cell reception on his phone a few times and made some phone calls. He found a friend who would go to the parts store and meet us at the hard road with a starter for the Bronco.
                              I used my phone and an app to track us. We walked about 4 miles to get to the hard road to meet the person who brought us the starter, then we ran into another person who was trucking around Richloam but didn't have 4x4 so the couldn't take us all the way back to our trucks, but did drive us part of the back on the easy sections of road.
                              All total we walked about 6 miles.
                              Folks. That's 10 freaking K. A decent portion of it in the heat of the day.
                              Yeah, I was feeling pretty stressed by the end of it... My head was aching and I was seeing streamers pretty bad, and I just needed to sit the hell down. But I was basically all right.
                              And all I had 'eaten' all day was my morning iced coffee and a 2/$1 pack of "Deluxe Mixed Nuts' that I wiped as much salt off of as possible.
                              My fingers were also getting numb from potassium depletion, but that's a particular issue for me because of my meds.

                              It was actually nice walking through the woods... once it got dark I got to see fireflys!
                              I haven't seen fireflys in years... you just don't see them down here in FL the way you do up north.
                              The friend on my husbands who was with us I felt really bad for though. He's really out of shape.
                              I had to actually slow my pace and stay back with him so my husband could hurry on to the hard top road to meet the person bringing the parts.

                              The only bad thing that happend was an small fail on both mine and my husbands part.
                              Once we got the starter back in the Bronco I got in while the guys rehooked with longer straps, and I was really tired and not paying much attention. And so was husband.
                              So he just got in and started to set up for the pull.
                              And when he hit the end of the tow strap the other truck was stuck really bad, didn't budge, and I got flung into the windshield... because I was just resting and not prepared/buckled and all that shit.
                              My forehead hit the metal top bar of the windshield. I you know how and early Bronco is built... it's just a flat window.
                              It made a little lump, and busted the skin a bit.
                              Husband said it was so fast he didn't even see me hit, because it threw me right back in my seat.
                              He asked me what happened, and I was all "WTF do you mean WHAT HAPPENED, my head fucking happened".
                              I got out of the truck and held onto my poor aching melon for the rest of the pill out. Heh.

                              Then, flashlights and assessment.
                              Not too bad. I did take the opportunity to make husband feel right bad about it though.
                              It's not even purple or anything today.

                              I drank a 'Cucumber Lime' gatorade on the way home... I figured what the hell.
                              I needed some potassium.
                              That flavor is probably the tastiest gatorade flavor I've ever tried BTW.
                              Pictures of stupid truck debacle will be posted...
                              It's just stupid trucks.
                              “You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
                              ~Friedrich Nietzsche
                              And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.


                              • I must also say that my least favorite pair of VFFs, my Bilikas, served me VERY well yesterday.
                                They are obviously made a bit more 'sturdy' for a reason.
                                By husband and the other guy were wearing standard tennis shoes and neither of them fared as well as I did.

                                It was requested that I take a few pics of the situation.
                                I did... then I was in the mud along side my husband pulling that shot starter.


                                Last edited by cori93437; 06-15-2013, 02:36 PM.
                                “You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
                                ~Friedrich Nietzsche
                                And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.