Peak weight on Standard American Diet: 316.8 lbs
Initial Weight When Starting Primal: 275 lbs
Current weight: 210.8 lbs
Goal weight: 220 lbs (or less): MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
The way "ChooseMyPlate.gov" should have looked:
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It's been in the mid-90's here for the past week, with a very hot sun (5500 ft altitude), but the nights are cool. Would be great if I could open the windows and cool off the house at night (no A/C), but wildfires on the other side of the mountains are blowing smoke this way. So it's an oven in here. I spend most afternoons in the basement drinking ice water. Being 9 months pregnant doesn't help.
Done bitching. Carry on.
Jen, former Midwesterner, living in the middle of nowhere and currently growing a baby.
My journal.
P.S. It's still hot out there. My husband says I am a lizard, my happiness needs to be charged by the sun. I'm quite dour these past few days.
Still slightly sub-100 here... but the humidity is somewhere along the lines Ron Jeremy's ball sack in a sauna... BLERGGGG!![]()
Our body is our subconscious mind, and anybody who thinks that their conscious mind is running the show is seriously mistaken. In fact the conscious mind just may be the most narcissistic entity in the universe, it thinks it's running the show. It's not.
~ Nora Gegaudas
"Everything can be taken from a man but one thing... -- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way." ~Vicktor Frankl
And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.
I've got two that I'm doing right now, a metal shop table that I stripped the paint from, sanded and needs naval jelly in a few spots which I'm thinking of using (gun) bluing on then waxing and adding a stone slab top to. I'm also sanding a live edge (ala Nakashima) on shelves that my boyfriend made and trying to figure out how I want to finish them. Last weekend I refinished this bench. It was gray/weathered and hadn't had anything done to it in years. I sanded it down to clean wood then applied a cherry Danish oil, which I also wet-sanded in then waxed.
My previous project, a dresser which tried to kill me that's now a landing strip by the front door.
I guess I could just go clean the house. Grrrr
Last edited by Blackcatbone; 06-30-2012 at 01:51 PM. Reason: The dresser tried to kill me, not the front door.
A poem I wrote today:
Summer in St. Louis
Built my Budweiser-can castle,
beer-tabbed turrets,
bloody tips, snapped,
crisp, muddy-water clean,
Monsanto salved,
like mosquitoes on your lips,
drinking the margarita smear.
Your swimmers, drowning in pools
of K.C. Masterpiece.
Cocktail canines,
biting at the bit
of Coppertone
cancered- breasts.
It's a tasty bit of your backyard.