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  • I was just reading over your sugar post on the last page, and I relate to so much of it I might steal it for my own journal! I've just purchased a nice bunch of bananas, which are one of those carb-y sugar-y fruits that most people avoid but I've had only positive experiences with them. The only nonfat food I've found that is utterly satisfying and that you can't really overindulge in. I really need to address this sugar issue in order to insure my long-term success. I've done well this weekend, but I need to think about it a lot more and get it under control.
    My Primal Journal: http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/thread53052.html

    "Freedom from fear" could be said to sum up the whole philosophy of human rights. - Dag Hammarskjold

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    • Alcohol is also a craving creator, even in relatively small quantities. Add 2 chocolate covered strawberries, 8 pistachios, and 8 oz moscato to the aforementioned food, plus the orange. All told I hit 31 g sugar, with 10g refined sugar in the chocolate. I regard chocolate as "almost safe," a food allowable in small quantities if it will curb the craving. While this is again over budget, this is also MUCH better than I usually do on Sunday at the In-Laws.
      If you'll note, while I am trying to be strict, I'm also allowing for reality. There will be times life gets in the way and it's something grain and sugar, or nothin', and IF isn't an option. Accept it, make it as primal as you can, and get on with life. While I'm being semi strict, I'm also allowing for stepping it down. Cutting it all off altogether in one fell swoop is a recipe for a relapse for me. I'll last a few days and fall face first into the candy bowl. If I step it down, and consciously take not of the sugar as I eat and enjoy it, I think I'll avoid the deprivation binge.
      I'm also not beating myself up over not making goal. I see it; I acknowledge it; I make a mental note to do better the next time I'm in that situation; and life goes on.

      Siobhan- Steal away! When you post it, I'd say make sure it all applies to you (esp the thyroid crap and higher carbs), and make it your own. Then run with it!
      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 missed your sugar post last week. I am kind of approaching it similarly, but without tracking. Since Christmas, I've been increasingly more zen about letting sugar happen where it will. That makes it a lot easier for me to say no. I've taken bites out of cookies and then thrown out the rest seconds later. Sometimes, I've eaten a cookie at a completely irrational time (between meals), knowing it'll throw off my appetite, but I want it. Then I don't have any more that day. It's weird, but I'm happy that it's working. I'm slowly cutting out things and indulging without stress.
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        • NW has me thinking about munchkins. We'll have them eventually, one way or another. If it's because I play host (gods willing) to a parasite for 9 months, I don't want a summer baby. Not in a West Texas summer. Not happening. I'd rather risk a blizzard than be very pregnant in high summer.
          We'll also need another house, which means my plans for paying this one off may not happen. Planning for the full brood, plus a guest room, plus workspaces, we'll need at least 6 bedrooms, or 4 bedrooms, a study, and 1 bonus room. Even designing it ourselves and hiring a trustworthy contractor will be way expensive, and I'm not paying half a mil for a slapped together POS built in one of the booms.
          Eh, burn that bridge later.
          Stayed up way too late last night. I think Geek has depression, or a form of it. I think it's closer to burnout and being fucked over too often than depression. This year hit us hard. I was unemployed for the majority of it, meaning plans to upgrade the house and sock away money went out the window. His job is erratic about when they send him in the field, meaning he can't really start a creative project (that's what really bugging him, I know.) We talked about it and came up with a game plan on how he can tackle the creative project he wants while allowing for being in the field. He can at least get started on the research and some of the programming before needing to be home to build and test. As well, we were both stressing over affording even the bare basics.
          I know what I want next year to be. It's one simple request from the gods. I want this to be the year of ONE W-2. I want to keep this job. I want NOT to get fucked over again by my employer.
          I want Geek to be able to get the creative ball going again. Hell, I want to get the creative ball rolling again. We both need outlets or we start chewing on each other.
          I want us to be able to replace windows and afford to look at upgrading the wall insulation.
          I want us to not have to worry about money like we did while I was on unemployment.
          I want all of my family to be healthy (mentally, emotionally, and physically) with no drama that drags me down to Dallas or to the Odessa ER.
          I want to sit my P&P exam, and get my seal.
          I want to finish Alanar, at least book 1, and get it going on the publication process. (Those last two will conflict with one another, and I will choose getting my seal over finishing the book.)
          I want a happy, healthy, and low stress level 2013 for all my family and friends, especially including all y'all.


          If you're going out tonight, be careful and be safe. Don't drive drunk, don't ride with a drunk driver. I'd rather see you try to figure out how to pay off a hotel night than pay off a hospital stay.
          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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          • And here I am thinking about how we'd afford a 2br apartment, maybe 3 if we were really lucky, to make room for one babe. Houses are much farther down the dreaming list. I think we'll get hitched before we worry about that one.

            Glad you and Geek talked. It's been a really difficult year for us too, mostly emotionally, but I feel like it's ending on high notes.

            Good advice! I found that the train is not far from where we're going out and it's free tonight, so if we must, we'll see about leaving the car in the lot overnight and I can retrieve it tomorrow. As it is, I probably won't drink much.
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            • That was all long term. Short term, we could probably make room for a podling or twins for about a year before they really need their own space (and space for their own crap.) Thing is, twins run on both bloodlines. On my side (female determines how many, male determines gender), it skips generations, and I'm in the generation due to have twins. It also tends to be every other birth (first birth multiples, second birth singleton, third birth multiples....) I'm just planning ahead for the inevitability of multiples.
              Planned dinner: flounder, New York steaks, moscato/ red wine/ alcohol, salad, sweet potato.
              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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              • Happy new year (almost) - and I want you to get all the things that you want. Or at least most of them

                In terms of baby space, I don't have any but there are plenty of people around raising happy kids in small spaces, maybe some "tiny living" blogs have some interesting nuggets of inspiration?

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                • Dinner was a garlic strip steak, caesar salad, grilled veggies, and cranberry flounder, with red wine. Will probably have moscato sparkling wine later tonight, maybe a naiadrita.
                  Cranberry Poached Flounder
                  1 filet flounder or sole
                  1/2 cranberries
                  3 tbsp butter
                  1/4 c pecans, unroasted
                  1/2 c shiraz or merlot
                  1 tsp corainder
                  1 tsp marjoram
                  1 tsp re pepper flakes
                  salt and pepper
                  Rub spices onto fish fillet. Melt the butter in a skillet on medium high. Add cranberries and pecans. Once cranberries start to burst, add red wine. Reduce for 5- 10 min, until a browning reddish goo. Add fish, and more spices. Bury in cranberries, pecans, and sauce. Cook until done on one side, approx 3 min. Flip, bury, and cook opposite side for 1-2 min.
                  Naiadrita
                  1 part tequila
                  8 parts strawberries OR 6 parts water and 2 parts lime juice
                  For the strawberry 'rita, blend the tequila, strawberries, and optional Triple sec in a blender. For the lime 'rita, shake with ice to combine.
                  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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                  • Total damage for New Year's Eve: 44g sugar, 24g refined. Not bad, considering alcohol and homemade spiked eggnog were involved.
                    After dinner, I had the rest of my wine and a skull mug of honey jack spiked eggnog. And a bite of dark chocolate. And a Ferrero Rocher.
                    On a tangentially related topic, I noticed something interesting that supports my sugar inflammation theory. My rings are loose, to the point that if I fling my hand too quickly, they fly off. They fit a little tight before the sugar siege started.
                    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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                    • Happy New Year!
                      I set some wants up above, but those are all frogspit if there aren't any goals to keep them in place.
                      1) This will be the year of one W-2. In order to really earn my keep, I need to take on more projects. When I go in tomorrow, I need to take a closer look at the project list and see what I can take off my boss's plate. I just turned in 2-3 projects, and a 4th is ready to go to drafting.
                      2) I will continue the sugar siege and redouble my efforts. Hopefully this means I will also drop the last 10-15 lb I've been bitching about.
                      3) I will finish my SER by mid- late January so I can try to have my complete application to sit the exam in by my 3 month review (early-February.) If they accept my application, I study my ass off to take the test in November. If I pass that, I get my seal in December or January.
                      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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                      • Happy New Year and thanks for Tazo Calm and green tea mix. I've been drinking it every night right when I get to work and then about halfway through and I swear it is keeping me healthy. You would not believe the sh%t going around in the hospital. Not only are we chock-a-block full, EVERY staff member - I mean all of them - are either downright sick or showing symptoms. Except for me. This I am happy about and kind of annoyed at the same time. I don't want to be sick, no no no, but I want everyone else to be healthy too! I want them to throw away their Lean Cuisines, get some good bone broth or at least some grass-fed beef, and drink this tea concoction or some kind of herbal something. Not that coffee is bad, but it won't help you fight off bugs. Okay, here I am ranting on your journal, sorry! (But it's true...grumble...grumble)
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                        "Freedom from fear" could be said to sum up the whole philosophy of human rights. - Dag Hammarskjold

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                        • Trust me, I've made the same rant, especially with all the ijits at the office who are constantly sniffly. I'm glad the tea's helping you, though! I may need to drink it daily as well. I was just using it as a quickstop measure.
                          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's done. Bacon cheeseburger sans bun, a baked potato with butter, cheese, sour cream, and bacon, and some water. Craving something sweet, need to do something about that. Probably a nuked apple.
                            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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                            • No apple or anything sweet. Got distracted by laundry and Guild Wars 2.
                              Plenty of slow movement yesterday spending my giftcard and cruising the Dillard's sale (50% off clearance) only to find nothing.
                              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 found out the cafeteria upstairs has Tazo calm and Tazo green... but they want $1.75 per tea bag!?!?! WTF? I've looked at Walmart and find the Tazo brand, but no calm or green... I looked at my grocery store and they don't carry anything Tazo. Probably going to end up getting them at Amazon.

                                I like your goals and your wishes! I'm confident that you'll see them through.
                                Primal since March 5, 2012
                                SW: 221 | CW: 204 | LPW: 166 | UGW: 140 (80 lbs loss)



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