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  • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
    THat's the idea. It's why we're not worried about her getting pregnant. Either way, it's coming out, I don't care if it's full or not.
    (And the fence is a 5-6' cinderblock fence with foundation down to bedrock (6" here.) If a dog gets in this yard, they earned a fuck.)
    LOL yeah they do
    DH even gave that a chuckle

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    • Ok, meals for the rest of the week are planned out or en process.
      I have another chicken in the crock pot. The last one provided a quart baggie + 2- 16 oz jars of stock, excluding spillage from a failed strain attempt. I'm hoping to get at least 3/4 gal out of this bird.
      Dinner today is whatever MIL fixes, hopefully something I can go paleo on (with that said, Murphy will now make certain it's iceberg salad and frozen lasagna.) I've already had some nonprimal crap, thanks to Geek's desire to test the MRE cinnamon bun (verdict: not bad, not great.)
      Lunch tomorrow will be chicken soup: chicken, stock, kale, carrot, celery, onion, garlic, and seasoning, along with whatever other veggies are in the fridge. I may have a salad with that.
      Dinner tomorrow will be red chile chicken tacos: crockpot chicken simmered in red chile sauce (homemade by moi) and wrapped in green leaf with avocado. I'll roast some green beans and brussel sprouts to go with that.
      Lunch Tuesday will probably be leftover red chile chicken, brussel sprouts, and greens bean nuked together.
      Dinner Tuesday will be Phillies. I'll probably have mine over yet more brussel sprouts and green beans.
      Lunch Wednesday will be... uh... I should probably figure that out.
      Dinner Wednesday will be on the road, hopefully at a little steakhouse along the way that uses local grassfed beef.
      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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      • Damn, that is a nice looking week of food.

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        • I'll be over on taco night for sure. Make a lot of extra.
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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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          • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
            -strict sugar avoidance. Exceptions may include pie fillings if deemed worth it. [Especially the black-and-blue pie, and rhubarb-custard pie at Sabine's.]
            Fixed that for you.

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            • Fuck off spammer. I'm in no mood for your sob stories.

              Canio, Siobhan, should I roast another bird?

              Notes made, Sabine.

              So I ran a test today. I took what MIL made (lasagna, as predicted, with store bought french bread), and ran with it. I ate ALL the crap that makes me feel shitty. Sugar. Wheat. Cheese. Preservatives. Soda. I did this for a couple reasons.
              1) I need a baseline. The way I ate today was roughly how I ate just out of college, when my thyroid was at it's worst and I was feeling my shittiest. I needa date I could point back to and say "I never want to feel like that again," when tempted by some treat.
              Notes-
              1) Depression came back. In one fell swoop, not even 24 hrs of eating the way I did, all my mental issues came back and that clarity I had went away. I withdrew from those I love and turned to dangerous places in my mind.
              2) I was full, but not satiated. I kept going back for cookies to fill some pit that was crying out for something.
              3) I hurt. Mostly above the eyes and at the temples, but I can feel the inflammation in my foot, ankles, and neck.
              4) My belly looks pregnant and I feel bloated. Also, farty.
              2) This also gives me a baseline on how well primal and modified auto immune do for me as opposed to strict primal.
              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 did kind of the same thing Saturday night. The girls and I had Wendy's and I got a sandwich. Within about 2 hours of eating, I felt the depression kick in. I became lethargic and no energy whatsoever. Been gassy ever since. Also, nothing tastes right to me. I just want to sleep.
                Georgette

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                • Breakfast is 3/4 Fuji apple (the other 1/4 is in my lunch salad), a few slices turkey lunch meat,and 1/4 cuke.
                  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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                  • Ouch. I flubbed that grading plan worse than I would've liked. Granted, it's the first one I've done for a development with existing roads and proposed buildings, and most of the mistakes came from being a rookie. Even so, that stings a little, because grading is so closely related to drainage.
                    I'm running slow today, thanks to the cyclobenzaprine I took last night. It's making typing up a TCEQ report difficult, at best.
                    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 have the "basic" Christmas gift sorted. That's the generic one I give to every family/ person on my list. It's also generally what friends get, if I can find them in time after I've made it before the holidays. (Twibble, are we exchanging gifts or no?)
                      This year will be jars of homemade chicken stock and beef stock, in a loaf pan with dish towels. Maybe a third jar of stuff if I need it to flesh the gift out.
                      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 hadn't thought that far ahead. Probably so, if I can find my brain between now and then. Are you good with homemade herbal products? I'm fairly certain that you're at least not allergic to coconut oil like my SIL...
                        Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

                        If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

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                        • That's fine. All I ask is that you triple check against cottonseed oil and fruit stuff. (Certain fruit oils make me breakout really badly.)

                          Lunch was chicken "noodle" soup.
                          Chicken "Noodle" Soup
                          (This would probably be better with more veggies, but I was the only one eating.)
                          1 carrot, sliced thin with a veggie peeler or mandoline and chopped to noodle width.
                          1/2 stalk celery
                          1 handful shredded chicken (approx 1 cup)
                          5 brussel sprouts, sliced
                          2 c chix broth
                          1 tbsp Italian seasoning
                          1/2 tsp chipotle powder
                          salt and pepper to taste
                          1 tsp garlic powder because you didn't have time for the real thing
                          Start heating pot of broth on medium. Start prepping veggies and adding to the pot: celery, then carrots, then sprouts. Cuss and realize you forgot the chicken and rummage in the fridge. Emerge triumphant with a handful of chicken. Dump that and seasonings into the pot. Get impatient and turn stove all the way up. Allow to boil either until carrots are soft or until you hafta pull it off to eat it to get back to work in time. Inhale, burning your tongue the whole time.
                          Last edited by naiadknight; 11-19-2012, 12:16 PM.
                          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 cottonseed oil. This is what I've made most recently, using coconut oil. It does have a little bit of lemon oil in it. I need to make a half batch with almond oil for SIL, so if lemon oil is a problem, I can switch it out for orange if you can handle that, or do the citronella-fir version instead of the lavender-lemon one. I am planning on playing for more things between now and then. Any requests?
                            Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

                            If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

                            Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly

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                            • Lemon's fine. It's mango that does it usually. No real requests.
                              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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                              • OK. I might make homemade vapor-rub, lip balm, or tea. Still pondering.
                                Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

                                If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

                                Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly

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