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  • Fun for everyone...even the squirrels!

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    • Lunch was two garlic sausages, a plum, and 2 slices of cheddar.
      Interestingly enough, Geek seems to be a bit more on board with me being primal after I showed him the studies connecting asthma and grains.
      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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      • Dinner last night was at a mom and pop Italian joint around the corner. It's nearly impossible to go without pasta or bread there, but I did it. I asked for a medium rare steak, and got well done shoe leather. Granted, that could've been the marsala sauce it was swimming in. I didn't even think about the marsala wine in a marsala until after the headache started. Forgot about the ban on most seafood and got sulfited by the calamari as well. Hell, there may even have been red wine in the marinara.
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        Something in Cori's journal rang home hard. That desire to run away. It does seem genetic: Mom ran away at least once a month in my teens, and once every few months when I was young. She'd go somewhere and do something she associated with solo relaxing. I get the urge myself when my stress levels go too high. It also seems to be an introvert thing. It also seems to be a "strong but broken" people thing. When I've been too strong for too long, when my stress levels break through my monitoring wall, I get this overwhelming "run, leave it, go, hit the road to no pain." I've recognized it for overadrenalined thoughts, and reminded myself that my problems have a faster pace and will be waiting wherever I go. Flight just isn't an option for these predators. Unfortunately, since I can not/ will not run away, it turns inward in some crazy feedback loop, until it blows the amp and I break down in tears over the stupidest thing at the worst time. Find a release, they say. The releases I know to work are non options. The healthy ones don't reach down far enough to scrape off the cancerous growth of my past. In a way, I do feel like I have emotional cancer. It grows, twisting, bulbous, hideous, only barely checked, until the surgeon can go scrape it out again. The chemo of therapy caused more side effects than helped and the radiation therapy of trying to handle it "properly" leaves radiation burns.
        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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        • I've never run, physically. I guess my former coping mechanisms could be considering running, if any kind of "escape" could fall into that category. I guess I can see how that's an introvert thing too, seeing as I am most definitely an introvert. I guess I don't really know how to deal with it now either. I tend to just slog through and eventually the tension goes away.
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          • squirrel catapult....

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            • Chile verde in the crock pot. Some people think a sammich is comfort food. For me, comfort food is crock pot food. Stew, soup, chili, chile verde, pot roast... if it's meat and veggies that cook forever in their own juices, it's comfort in a bowl.
              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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              • My ankle is still bugging me. If anything, it's getting worse. The doc wants me to come in on Monday, if I'm still hurting, for an MRI. I see no point in an MRI, since his answer in terms of treatment will likely be the same: RICE it and stay off it. Even if it's the avuncular fracture I think it is, he'd probably just moonboot me.
                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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                • Ankle is an avulsion fracture, meaning I yanked another tendon away from the bone, this time in my ankle.
                  Closely looking at going wapf. I have difficulty getting enough carbs without grains.
                  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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                  • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                    .... That desire to run away. ... It also seems to be a "strong but broken" people thing. When I've been too strong for too long, when my stress levels break through my monitoring wall, I get this overwhelming "run, leave it, go, hit the road to no pain." ...
                    Very interesting. Makes me think.

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                    • <Insert standard Monday griping>
                      I'm looking forward to Friday. I want to get this report done at work before I leave. It's not due until Tuesday, but I know my company.
                      My ankle hurts and crutches suck. Especially in a not handifriendly building.
                      Lunch was spring mix, roast beast, tacky, muenster, tomatoes, cuke, carrot, mustard, grapes, strawberries, and raw green beans. Obviously, not all in the same container.
                      Dinner will be steak, shrimp, roasted cauli, and salad.
                      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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                      • Lunch was leftover steak, greens, tomatoes, carrot, strawberries, and water.
                        I defeated the donut craving this morning. Rather than going and getting several, I robbed my lunch for a hard cooked egg, grapes, and a plum.
                        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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                        • I hope your ankle feels better soon. How do they correct that issue? Surely the tendon won't just reattach itself, will it? Or is it only a minor detaching and not a complete detatching? I had a minor detaching in my lateral right ankle when I was in the army... 0% disability awarded b/c of it... bastards.
                          Primal since March 5, 2012
                          SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)



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                          • Actually, except in rare circumstances or major muscles, it reattaches itself. I was told 6 weeks on crutches, 6 more with the moonboot. I'm determined to cut that in half or quarter. I was told the standard stuff as a sprain, plus to wear the moonboot at all times, except when laying down or in the shower. Elevate it whenever possible, use crutches, put no pressure on it except to rest my foot on the ground.
                            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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                            • Ugh. That is a bummer. Sorry.
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                              "Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within." Miguel de Cervantes

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                              • Definitely not pleasant.
                                For an after work snack, while waiting for Geek to get home, I made meat and cheese roll ups with brown mustard. Lots and Lots of brown mustard. Dinner will likely be leftover chile con carne. No, not chili. This is the stuff that most people further from Mexico bastardize and call enchilada sauce. Dried chiles, soaked until soft, pureed to oblivion with onion and garlic, and cooked with leftover meat.
                                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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