Today Gay Panda is being punished. Punished for the crime of one cup of white rice.
1. Bread Pusher is actually a really nice person --- she was just so excited about her culinary creations that it wiped out everything I'd told her about what I ate. (And lately she's cut down on her own bread intake and was shocked that she lost some weight. That cracked me up - she hadn't heard anything I said and needed to experience it herself.)
2. Supernatural is such fun. Right now I'm trying to get into Stargate Universe, but it's not happening. It's an entire ship of people I can't stand.
3. I am currently sitting next to a list that I'm ignoring!!!
5. Spike made me laugh. Especially when he wanted to strike back at the bad guys "for puppies and Christmas!" His love of Passions also entertained me. (And that he didn't glitter.)
Yesterday, my first day 'high'...I think I was literally channeling Debauchery in Walmart, because these words came out of my mouth as husband stopped to look at the chocolate syrups, "Oh! The SpecialDark withthefuckingsugar!"
I'm pretty sure my eyes were a little wide with glee, husband looks at me rather shocked and says "THIS?!" And a lady walking behind him (I'm standing facing him from the endcap, probably grinning like a mad woman) over hears this and starts giggling, I just smile at her and tell husband that she heard me and she's laughing, and of course she can hear me tell him that to and she giggles more... he shakes his head at all of it and puts the chocolate syrup in the cart.
It remains unopened in the Kitchen... he uses it in his coffee in the morning... I have no idea why I felt compelled to pipe in!
I never check my Q for about a week after these little slips.
But now I'm feeling better!
The treadmill is actually looking rather Attractive!
On a side note... learning how to be 'high' in an acceptable manner in public may be a bit of a challenge... I don't have much of a filter even not 'high'. Or... I can just enjoy the ride! (And let husband deal with any weird fallout.)
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.
source: Ben & Jerry's Bonnaroo BUZZ Ice Cream Flavor Debuts (PHOTOS)Reminiscent of Coffee Heath Bar Crunch, Bonnaroo Buzz's flavor is billed as, "Light coffee & malt ice cream with whiskey caramel swirls & english toffee pieces."
Sounds good. Not a big ice cream fan, but I bet if it were melted it would taste good through a straw.
We all play head games.
OCD is nothing but head games. Intellectually, I knew that there was no swine flu on my hands from carrying the basket at Trader Joe’s on Saturday. But what one knows in the cool, rational part of one’s brain does not always mesh with the rough-and-tumble of one’s emotional part, and I sat in the car not wanting to touch anything and spread germs around. Again, I knew there was nothing there, and I had a long internal conversation about how stupid it was. But the creepy feeling persisted, and it was going to be a half hour or more before I could get home to the sink. So I wiped my hands on Lady Friend’s sleeve and said, “There, now YOU have swine flu instead.” Then she gave me the look. I still wanted to wash off, but some of the agitation faded.
Sometimes having a journal in which one strives for absolute honesty is very embarrassing.
There was nothing on my hands and nothing transferred to Lady Friend’s sleeve, but it’s a head game that allowed me to continue on through the errands without obsessing. Sometimes I win the battle; sometimes I lose. That was obviously a loss. I also play head games with Q when it’s being annoying, like today when I got up to a Q of 197.6. My body is still sad about that stupid one cup of rice. And this was annoying, so I got on the treadmill for an Hour of Pain and listened to Katy Perry and Evanescence and Glee and watched Dingleberry Squirrel* run around the fence and stare through the window at me. Then I weighed myself again and was 196.4.
I have no idea which one to enter into my iPhone app, the sad one or the happy one, but I like 196.4 much better regardless.
up til not so long ago, i had a pretty high level of OCD running thru my veins
food not touching, frequent hand washing, putting things down in the same spots, needing things a certain way, nothing covering windows, turning cans around to face the same direction at the store, not liking lotion on my body, etc etc etc. i even bleached my mom's counters out of fear and agitation when she joked about the food she'd canned having botulism
it's calmed down a lot over the last few years
all i have to do is snort 15 pounds of coke a day
yeah you are
Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life.
hahahahahaha (going back to fix that because there were 2 h's in a row... sigh)all i have to do is snort 15 pounds of coke a day
Panda, I always put the lowest weight in, and I never enter a higher one. IOW, if I weigh 145 on Monday, that's what I put in my (albeit written) journal. If I bounce around 145-148 for the next week or two or three, I keep entering 145. Eventually it goes down again. It's a cheat I guess, but I know I'm doing it, so if I see that I've been the same weight for 4+ weeks, I know I'm screwing up and need to see what I'm doing wrong (read: drinking too much).