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  • #76
    Slept in until 1215, went for a swim in my new swimsuit, laid out in the sun to get my vitamin D. Returned to my hotel room and my husband and I went to the galleria here in Dallas. Got clothing that fit, including slacks (didn't know that slacks that fit me existed.) Ate at Genghis Grill (scallops, calamari, beef, shrimp, carrots, onion, bell pepper, jalapeno, green beans, snow peas, garlic powder, ginger powder, water chestnut, celery, chili oil and chili garlic sauce. Drank iced tea. Just ate a "like it" mocha with pecan, almonds, strawberry, and coconut. Probably nearly killed myself with sugar while I've been here, but it was vacation and I stayed away from the grains (mostly) so, meh.
    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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    • #77
      My littlest sister just graduated from HS. She's going to Embrey Riddle University for aerospace engr in the fall. It's surreal to me. I can't shake the mental image I have of her from when I left home: just entering 6th grade. I carry around the essay she wrote for the application to my alma mater HS in my wallet. They asked who her hero was and she said it was me. Now she's headed off to an even more difficult field than I'm in. Because of family politics and my mother's ineptness, I feel kinda like I helped raise and shape her up until I left home. I'm having to fight worrying about her future for her. I can't do that, she'll figure it out on her own.
      In related news, my other sister gets paroled in September. Unless the (unwelcome, unasked for, part of the charges) restraining order has been lifted, or my grandmother's cancer finally eats her (the doc told us to put her is a hospice, she only has 6 mo. We were told she only has a year 4 years ago), she can't go to my parents. They may try and shove her off on myself and my husband. This sibling and I fought more than we ever got along. We're night and day. She's a faery princess airhead with no drive or ambition and more naivete than anything else. We fought over the stupidest things. she can't live with us. Not if I want to stay within the PB laws. My sister qualifies under poisonous objects. I refuse to take in my grandmother either. Since being told she has cancer, she's taking people for all they got. My grandmother went away and was replaced with this harpy. I do have some sympathy and some pity, but her standard MO and line of conversation is "Woe is me, pity poor me, I don't actually care about your life, woe is me." If I worry too much or freak out about the tiniest thing, I may turn into that harpy as I get older. However, if I lose too much give a damn, I turn into my mother: a zombie who does not experience or celebrate life, but merely lets it happen around her. I have to walk that delicate line. It's scary. Then I start worrying about overworrying and freaking out about worrying about worrying and it feeds on itself and causes a crying jag emotional breakdown. I dunno, so much happens in the next 6 mo (not even counting my first anniversary, birthdays, or work drama) that I'm... well.... lost. Religion is useless (I'm agnostic spiritualist, a certified member of the church of the flying spaghetti monster), I may just go and meditate here in a bit. One more topic of bitching.
      I haven't really been able to relax on my vacation because of spending time with family (politics, mother, grandmother), traffic, or having to rush, rush, rush. I have a couple times, and I am a little more relaxed than I was, but all in all I'm thinking Padre may have been a better choice. I may do that later this summer... Hmmm... Anywho, off to meditate (Om Mani Padme Hum....)
      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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      • #78
        Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
        I am a little more relaxed than I was, but all in all I'm thinking Padre may have been a better choice. I may do that later this summer... Hmmm... Anywho, off to meditate (Om Mani Padme Hum....)
        I hope you get a least some relaxation on vacation. That just sucks. I am also hoping Padre survives the oil spill. I'm sure Galveston will be trashed, but if Padre is trashed...that is going to really suck.
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        • #79
          Yeah, it would, Beef. I've never been there, only to Galveston, and even that's been awhile. I relaxed a little and spent a whole cubic shitton of money on clothing that fits and at half price books.
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          • #80
            Ate 1.5 oz beef jerky, 1 walmart ranch cobb salad (the best I could get my hands on on the road), 5 grape tomatos, 2 baby carrots, 5-6 broccoli florets, 4-5 snap pea pods and 1 oz of some horribly unprimal ranch dressing, same crap that they used for the salad. I'd say 2 oz total of the stuff. Had half a rainbow roll, half of a variation on a california roll, and 3/4 of a sashimi salad for lunch. Was on the road again, so I couldn't exercise. Got maybe 5 hrs of sleep, woke up at 715 this morning and never really got back to sleep. Tomorrow I'll weigh in and see how this lasseiz faire way of being primal has worked out this week. I'll adjust from there.
            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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            • #81
              hmmm... after 2 nights in a row of low quantity, low quality sleep and being laissez faire Primal for a week, I'm at 122.4. That's noise, or possibly lost weight. This idea seems to be working.
              Ate organic MAS and soup for lunch (meeting, was only mildly hungry but needed to eat for political reasons): 1.5 c field greens, 2 bell pepper rings, 3 broccoli florets, 1/2 c tuna salad (tuna, olive oil mayo (homemade, I think), celery, pickles, egg), 3 tbsp sprouted bean of some sort (unfortuanely, it may have been sprouted soy), and 1 oz roasted bell pepper dressing. Soup was veggie soup. Whoever told these idiots that veggie soup is all beans, corn, peas, edamame, and white potatoes in a tomato broth needs to be drug out and shot repeatedly. I ate half of it, 3 cubic in of potato, 10 corn kernels, 12 beans, avoided the peas, and ate the tomato and broth.
              Boss's boss has gotten up on his high horse again. More stress and office drama-politics to contend with.
              Last edited by naiadknight; 06-03-2010, 02:00 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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              • #82
                Looking forward to coconut almond crusted ovenfried chicken tonight. Now to figure out what to eat with it.
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                • #83
                  Pan- frying= not happening again for awhile. I over greased, undercooked, and burned the crust of my chicken (I think I had the oil too hot and had too much in the pan). 1/2 lb of the chicken was edible (out of 3/4) and had a free- hand dessert afterward to make me feel less like a disaster in the kitchen: cube a medium apple (cored, not skinned) and finely chop 1 oz chocolate. Nuke for 1 min. Mix in 1 handful walnuts (coarsely chopped), 1 tsp honey (merely for the honey flavor, not for sweetness), and 1/3 oz coconut. Stir until the chocolate melts all over everything and everything is well mixed and devour.
                  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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                  • #84
                    Got over 9 hrs of sleep last night. Weighed in this morning at 121.4. I'd say this laissez faire way of eating is helping and I think I know why: I'm not stressing out over 5 carbs over goal, I'm not worrying about whether this or that is too carb heavy, I'm not freaking if my omega levels are out of whack by 1 or 2 points. I'm not creating more cortisol in my body to replace the crap that was there when i ate CW. I'm just... enjoying my food. Tracking, of course, but more out of curiosity and for the sake of fine tuning.
                    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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                    • #85
                      Office stress sucks. My boss thinks I am her minion instead of her equal (same education, although I am soon to surpass her; same time in working class, just different field)

                      Pan frying is certainly an art, I think. LoL I tried it with some frozen tater tots for my boyfriend once. I didn't even know the oil was getting hot until it exploded and almost killed me!

                      Mmmm Love your dessert recipe! I will have to try it soon.


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                      • #86
                        Dinner at Tx roadhouse. Sirloin kabob (6 oz sirloin, 1/2 c bell pepper, mushroom, onion, tomato) 1.5 c broccoli, 4 tbsp butter, 1.25 yeast roll (oops.)
                        Now to find the SoG cheesecake recipe...
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                        • #87
                          Made cheesecake, ate 1/6 of it +1/2 blueberry reduction.
                          I have an idea and it's something I've been toying with for a while now. I've always had the excuse that I struggled in HS biology because I had no basis of reference. The cell membranes and mitochondria just were. I had no idea what chemicals comprised them, how exchanges occurred at the cell membranes, how the DNA sequences chemically acted. Organic chem has fascinated me since I discovered it existed. I think I'm going to dive into these topics. I wanted to in college, but was too poor for the classes. The idea at the moment (and Mark helped the idea to form with eugenetics, Thank you, Mark) is to follow this path: Organic chem, molecular bio, genetics/ immune biology (at the same time, to piggy back one off the other.) I realize that this probably isn't the best coursework to experiment with self teaching from books, journals, and the net; but I'm not paying an exorbitant amount when I don't need the credit and it isn't applicable. The notion is to study genetics and all this in an effort to recognize how this whole chemical interaction works and what I can do to help the eugenetics and cellular evolution (so to speak) along, using myself as a guinea pig. I may change up how I split the topics, but that's the idea right now.
                          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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                          • #88
                            Ate probably half of a SoG cheesecake over the past 2 days. Shit. Better for me than the common cheesecake, but, shit.
                            Last night was a local restaurant's pork rinds, salsa, and Caldo de mariscos. I've had seafood soup in Oak Cliff, the rest of Dallas, Lubbock (word of caution, don't), Galveston, and Houston, but this little joint tops 'em all. They make it just right, with the broth, calamari, mini octopus, fish, shrimp, cabbage, carrot, onion, tomato, limes to squeeze into it, avocado floating on top, guac and salsa to go with it. This is also the little local place that'll give you pork rinds with/ instead of the tortilla chips if you ask. A perfectly primal little shack (also serves fajitas, fajitas with grilled carrot, zucchini, and other vegetation, asado, HUGE shrimp cocktail, fajitas with asadero and chorizo, and they are more than willing to primalize any dish if you can tell them how.)
                            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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                            • #89
                              What's a SoG cheesecake?
                              "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                              -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                              • #90
                                It's on Son of Grok's blog.
                                http://www.sonofgrok.com/2009/02/time-for-cheesecake/
                                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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