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  • #61
    And lo! One day after thinking I'd never forget to eat. I forgot to eat. Or rather was so tanked on adrenaline that food seemed totally superfluous.
    B: yoghurt
    D: chicken korma, cup of yoghut, glass of muscat
    I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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    • #62
      whatever hormone is preventing me from sleeping is also suppressing my appetite. Whatever. Stupid body. Foot cramps too.
      B: yogurt, walnuts
      L: raw veg crudites - beetroot, celery, capsicum (I meant to have pate, but couldn't be bothered)
      D: small bowl of coconut and chicken curry, 1/2 cup yoghurt.

      Parenting fail story of absolute horror
      Small boy likes to have a parent in his bath. When it's his dad the two of them sit and read a book at opposite ends. But not when it's me, oh no, then it's hands and cuddles and oh, look, mummy's breasts!
      So, his head was on my chest and he was hugging me...
      "Mummy! My bits are all hairy"
      "Really? Small boy?" [slowly processing this information with a pit of doom feeling]
      "Mummy...[giggles] my bits are in your bits!"
      I thought child protective services were about to sail in through the window, frankly. I only *hope* he never tells the grown ups at kinder
      "Oh! Yuck, small boy! [forced laughter] I don't want your bits.

      I told husband in hushed tones what had happened. He said: we. will. never. speak. of. this. again.

      I sit on it for 24 hours and then tell coworker A. Then, now, I post it on the internet.

      His therapy bill is going to be huge, isn't it? *sigh*
      Last edited by badgergirl; 09-02-2012, 01:49 AM. Reason: typing with my toes
      I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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      • #63
        B: yoghurt, walnuts
        L: two eggs, scrambled
        D: steak, carrot - one slice, courgette sauted w/ onion and marjoram, mushrooms w/butter and garlic, 2 tiny glasses of muscat

        stupid mofo stress hormones: I want to eat my dinner, goddamit, not leave half of it on the plate.

        Tonight tamazapan and I have a hot date. I hate insomnia.

        No exercise, beyond the fight or flight panic attacks I had when husband trimmed my fringe for me.
        I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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        • #64
          B: yogurt and the last walnut in the bag
          L: sardines and leftover veggies from last night
          D: roast silverside, parsnips, beetroot, butternut squash and two glasses of petit verdot - yay the case arrived

          will waggle weights later. Gorgeous, glorious weather today - everyone was wreathed in smiles at work. That is until the incoming head honcho, who takes office in November, decided to drop in to snoop and prod. Genius project went to press and I babysat coworker A's workload. Skinny trews are ever-so-slightly loose at the waistband.

          NEW CHAIR ARRIVED AND IS PLUSHER THAN A PLUSH BADGER. According to her label, her name is Chelsea Poppy and oh my she is very well upholstered. I reclined with pleasure, satisfaction and a few little mewls of gratification. And then I invited coworker C to inspect her charms.
          I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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          • #65
            Ahh, I just checked your answer. Traveling and connexion are often non compatible for me..
            Yep, I think I did sound like a food nazi or one of the folks that likes the food in their dishes clean and
            arranged. It is not the case. I love food rather passionately, been trough a slight ED in my 20
            and I am far from the idea that ketosis is god and IF is a global solution. But it works and
            that is a wonderful thing to say in a world where nothing really works the way it should..
            And I am tired of all man folk singing hallelujah and loosing fat(while eating ad libitum)
            while we (woman folk) are glaring outside the Paleo heaven and talking calorie counting..again.
            If it is to count and live in the 1200 to 1500 concentration camp ratios
            I would rather eat the bread.
            As for what Paleobird says, I think I had look at her posts once and retained something we all
            tend to forget which is to eat a lots, really a lots of fat, not much of the rest. For loosing weight.
            It is what I do actually.
            And by the way, your writing is good. Smart , tough and funny. Your bath post is wildly hilarious.
            Ever thought of writing something?

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            • #66
              Originally posted by ezk View Post
              And by the way, your writing is good. Smart , tough and funny. Your bath post is wildly hilarious.
              Ever thought of writing something?
              Thank you. I *think* of writing something daily, but then I write letters, emails, this journal, in theory a blog...somehow I manage to write plenty without ever getting to the Great Badger Novel that will change the world with its literary magnificence.

              Well, wasn't today a day of spinning wheels?
              B: yoghurt
              L: roast veggie soup (parsnip, beetroot, butternut)
              D: tuna, sour cream, beef - yep, really balanced

              Today was 24 and gorgeous so I pulled out a summer dress I've never worn before: a black cotton broderie anglaise wrapover shirtdress. I looked stunning, y'all. Unfortunately, I hadn't quite thought it through - halfway up Collins St this morning (one of the busiest streets in central Melbourne) I realised I probably should have put a slip on under the dress. Yep, sorry Melburnians, I didn't realise my bottom was playing peekaboo until it was too late to remedy my undergarment decision-making process.

              Hormones - stress and otherwise - continue to play merry hell with my thinking. Hormones are fuckers.

              The Want Bone
              The tongue of the waves tolled in the earth's bell.
              Blue rippled and soaked in the fire of blue.
              The dried mouthbones of a shark in the hot swale
              Gaped on nothing but sand on either side.
              The bone tasted of nothing and smelled of nothing,
              A scalded toothless harp, uncrushed, unstrung.
              The joined arcs made the shape of birth and craving
              And the welded-open shape kept mouthing O.
              Ossified cords held the corners together
              In groined spirals pleated like a summer dress.
              But where was the limber grin, the gash of pleasure?
              Infinitesimal mouths bore it away,
              The beach scrubbed and etched and pickled it clean.
              But O I love you it sings, my little my country
              My food my parent my child I want you my own
              my flower my fin my life my lightness my O.
              Robert Pinsky
              I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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              • #67
                Thank you. I *think* of writing something daily, but then I write letters, emails, this journal, in theory a blog...somehow I manage to write plenty without ever getting to the Great Badger Novel that will change the world with its literary magnificence.

                uhh.. i know the problem..
                It has to be unbelievably amazingly good and stun all critics
                to the point of tears..
                But it has to start somehow
                and starts (the fruitful starts) are seldom sexy.. they have a
                tendency to be rather on the clumsy side, overdone and uncontrollable.

                Try to write 2 or 3 page par day, every morning. No matter what.
                It can be " dunno what to write" till you end the page.
                It had a benign effect on my work.

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                • #68
                  Originally posted by ezk View Post

                  Try to write 2 or 3 page par day, every morning. No matter what.
                  It can be " dunno what to write" till you end the page.
                  It had a benign effect on my work.
                  Ah, the Dorothea Brande method - yes, it works. But I have no space or, rather, I devote my creativity to other (less threatening) things. And the last time I was excited by the Great Badger Novel was the day I took off work and to spend thinking and planning. When I got home, late in the day, I checked my email and discovered that, while I was getting off on my own creativity, my father had suffered a major stroke and was unlikely to fully recover. Somehow the Great Badger Novel turned to ashes in my grief. I'll get back to it, but not yet.

                  B: yoghurt
                  L: 1/2 bottle of Shiraz
                  D: sausages, broc, carrots

                  Also, this is on repeat in my internal soundtrack I think I might love Jenny Owen Youngs


                  Exercise: walked for an hour and a half. Brain did plenty of hamster wheeling too - surely that counts?
                  Last edited by badgergirl; 09-05-2012, 03:08 AM. Reason: html fail
                  I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                  • #69
                    B: yoghurt
                    L: salad and sardines
                    D: slow-cooked shin of beef with beets and carrots (tasty, but watery - what does husband do to food?)

                    There will be weights.

                    Small boy: mummy?
                    Me: yes, small boy?
                    Small boy: I only want to wear lipstick at the weekend.
                    Me: Okay then!
                    I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                    • #70
                      Originally posted by badgergirl View Post
                      Parenting fail story of absolute horror
                      Small boy likes to have a parent in his bath. When it's his dad the two of them sit and read a book at opposite ends. But not when it's me, oh no, then it's hands and cuddles and oh, look, mummy's breasts!
                      So, his head was on my chest and he was hugging me...
                      "Mummy! My bits are all hairy"
                      "Really? Small boy?" [slowly processing this information with a pit of doom feeling]
                      "Mummy...[giggles] my bits are in your bits!"
                      I thought child protective services were about to sail in through the window, frankly. I only *hope* he never tells the grown ups at kinder
                      "Oh! Yuck, small boy! [forced laughter] I don't want your bits.

                      I told husband in hushed tones what had happened. He said: we. will. never. speak. of. this. again.

                      I sit on it for 24 hours and then tell coworker A. Then, now, I post it on the internet.

                      His therapy bill is going to be huge, isn't it? *sigh*
                      I was witness to a situation once... some moons ago, I was over a friend's house for the night. She is married, and her daughter was an older toddler/very young child then. So - morning arrives, people are dressing, showering, stuff. Daughter walks up to her daddy (who has only underwear and a shirt on at this point) and gets totally mesmerized at the bulge in his underwear. (The normal, "resting" bulge - not the other one.) Well, the bulge was right at her eye level, you know, so I kind of understand. Toddler daughter then proceeds to poke at this interesting bulge - repeatedly. The husband just stood there like he was having a stroke. Finally he calls for his wife, who can barely contain gales of laughter, and distracts the darling so she stops poking.

                      When wife later asked the husband why he couldn't help himself out, he said he was totally stuck between two thoughts: 1. if he makes her stop, she will grow up to be "inhibited" and 2. if he doesn't make her stop, child protective services will find out and take it the wrong way. Evidently he couldn't decide which was worse.
                      I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                      • #71
                        The food diary has got very old. I know it's useful, but I can't be bothered.

                        Small boy and I danced wildly for both my lift heavy things and sprint-type exercise of the day. Small boy loves the 'cavegirls' on this site (the spearmen) and asks for them.
                        I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                        • #72
                          I think, in many ways, I've hit the finish line. My clothes fit and if I get any smaller I'll start looking gaunt. Interestingly, though, I haven't lost weight, just girth and lard: I must have gained muscle. As a life-long fitness avoider, this is somewhat extraordinary.

                          Have I reached the LGN nirvana? er... Well, I don't look bad or anything.

                          I'm noticing other small changes: my nails are stronger.

                          Today I carried the small boy home on my shoulders - lift heavy things - after a walk to the park. The weather is glorious. There's a pork belly in the oven and all is well with my world.

                          ETA - I spilt the hot pork fat from the belly on to my arm! Oh noes My arm is now slathered in a thick layer of aloe vera.
                          Last edited by badgergirl; 09-09-2012, 02:52 AM. Reason: misadventure
                          I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                          • #73
                            Congratulations!!
                            I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                            • #74
                              Originally posted by Crabbcakes View Post
                              Congratulations!!
                              Thanks! I feel a bit of a fraud, because it's hardly Biggest Loser territory, but it is nice to be rid of the mummy tummy and feel more toned. The total lack of actual weight loss is a bit of a puzzler, not bad just rather astonishing. Surely, I cannot have gained that much muscle - I think it must be these heavy remineralised bones I keep reading about. I've also had to move a ring to a different finger as it got stupidly loose, but my fingers have never, ever been fat or swollen. Very strange altogether. My appetite continues to gradually decrease, so I suppose there might well be more weight loss coming, but where from, I'm not altogether sure!

                              I know, womankind hates me right now.
                              Last edited by badgergirl; 09-10-2012, 02:09 AM.
                              I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                              • #75
                                Every silver lining has a cloud. I've dropped a cup size. The bra fitting lady kept cooing over how tiny I was. Yeah, thanks, lady. I used to be HUGE, you know...when I was breastfeeding. And then!!! And then!!! She remarked with surprise at my lack of stretchmarks. Lady, just do your job and sell me expensive bras, talk about your merchandise and leave mine alone.

                                However, the dental hygienist was very happy with me. I've been flossing like a mofo and no sugar, so she thinks I'm a goddess.

                                Finally, I made a huge sugary floury cake today for co-worker D's birthday tomorrow. Her request: Konditor and Cook's Lemon Chiffon sponge - 1kg of icing sugar in the frosting. I tried not to breathe as I was mixing it.
                                I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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