February 2009

So, here’s a huge catch-up post.

Friday:  First day of the sinning

I had veggie quiche cups for breakfast with bacon.  Cheese for midmorning snack.  I completely can’t remember what lunch was, but I’m certain it was a salad of some sort.  Afternoon snack was cucumber slices with tuna spread, but I didn’t eat but one or two and left the rest for later.  Dinner.. ah.. dinner.  So we were all “on our own” and I was invited to a wine party.  Now, I had made chicken and veggies for dinner but I didn’t eat it.   (Because I’m a complete dork)

So I ran around with some errands and end up at the wine party rather late – where they are having chocolate fondue with the associated dipping items (cheesecake, fruit, etc.)  and I had already decided I was allowing myself a little taste of things.  I literally had a couple bites of cheesecake (1/2 inch by 1/4 inch maybe?), piece of pineapple, two raspberries, couple apple slices and one piece of bread (not for dipping) but that rounds out the starches I ate (most of which were dipped in dark chocolate, but only a little).  The rest were veggies, meat and cheese fondue.  Which I can have.  So I sinned a little ….

Saturday:  The sinning goes on

I missed breakfast.  I had trouble waking up and felt really sluggish.  Bad carbs!  After I did get up, I went with my mother and brother to Arlington to visit my Dad for Valentine’s Day.  It was my brother’s first visit since the burial.  It was tough.  Afterwards we took my mom to lunch at Jaleo, a tapas restaurant, where somewhere in my brain I thought I could eat relatively healthy if not cheap.  Not only was it costly, but laden with starches and sugar, but darned tasty.  I didn’t gorge myself, having a tasting of all the different tapas then pushing away.  I didn’t eat any of the bread and oil they kept refilling.  I was actually pretty pleased with myself. 

My mother and I spent the rest of the day at IKEA and the movies, so I never ate dinner.  When I got home I was kinda noshy so I had a bite of the grilled sausages I had made for lunch that day but never ate and a bottle of water and went to bed vowing to do better the next day.  Did I mention my mother gave us boxes of chocolate for Valentine’s Day?  Yeah – those are in the freezer for now.

Sunday:  And sin no more… riiiight…

Let’s see, woke up and got on the scale – have lost 11 lbs.  Roommate has lost 14.  Hot damn!  Made a broccoli, turkey sausage and cheese omelet for us for breakfast.   Drank water and planned the grocery shopping so I could cook for this week’s meals. 

A and I were going to Costco together, but he decides he is starving right before we go and we end up at an Indian buffet.  I had actually eaten my leftover dinner from Friday night for lunch and said I wasn’t hungry.  He taunts me until I cave and get a plate with some chicken, lamb and salad on it.  I push the naan bread away.

I cave on the naan bread about halfway through.  A starts going on about the desserts and goes so far as to bring back two bowls full of rice noodle pudding (a personal favorite), honey balls (too sickeningly sweet I discover), and carrot mash made with brown sugar (which was too yummy and I ate about 1/8th of a cup).

Boo!  Sinned again.  So, we shopped and I ran around the rest of the day.  I didn’t really eat a solid dinner, but nibbled a bit as I cooked.  Then a friend invited me to her place…

Turns out it was for fondue.  Chocolate, white chocolate and caramel fondue.  I went, I ate some, including cookies, chocolate meringue bites, apples, berries, etc.  I just enjoyed myself and vowed that starting the next day, I was back on schedule.

Monday:  Repentence

Eggs for breakfast.  Cheese for midmorning snack.  Leftover sausage for lunch.  No midafternoon snack, I was cooking and nibbling on veggies as I cooked.  Dinner was supposed to be turkey meatloaf and mashed cauliflower potatoes, but I wasn’t hungry.  Drank water and had a no-sugar added fudgesicle.

So, ok… we’re getting back on track.  Going forth now to sin no more.


Overnight loss: 0.2 lbs – I’ll take it.

So, what did I eat yesterday?  Couple veggie quiches with bacon for breakfast.  String cheese for midmorning snack.  Hot chef salad for lunch.  Pistachio’s for mid-afternoon snack. Chicken breast and mixed veggies for dinner.  Vanilla Ricotta Creme for dessert.  5.5 bottles of water.

Too busy to be hungry yesterday.  We’ll see how today goes.  I’m kinda worried about tonight.  I’m attending a friend’s wine party – and I’m fairly sure 99% of everything there will be off limits to me.  I will make sure I eat dinner before I go.

Man remembering to blog about this is a challenge, but here goes! 

I wanted to punch everyone in the face.  Every pasta-munching, sauce-offering one of them.  However, I managed to not fall off the no-carb wagon and I’m proud of that.  Today I weighed myself … ok I know I promised myself I wouldn’t weigh in every day because it makes me obssessive, but I can’t help it.   I need to see progress to be motivated.  Feeling less sluggish is nice, but I want real results!

So, today I weighed myself and since Sunday, I’ve lost 3.7 lbs.   Now THAT’s what I call motivation. WOOHOO!!!  I know they say you can lost from 8-20 lbs in the first phase of the SBD, but I’m glad to see it’s true.

Ok, on to the food…well, there was the lucsious omelet they forced me to make – soo good.  One bottle of water downed.  Cheesestick for midmorning snack.  Second bottle of water down.  Leftover chopped salad and salsa pork for lunch.  Third bottle of water down. 

Had a weird time here – was physically so full I could vomit (TMI, sorry) but in my head I was craving food.  Really craving it.  I ate my midafternoon pistachios but honestly – I had to stop I was making myself ill.  The craving lasted for a long while then went away.  Not sure what to make of that.

Finished my pistachios and another bottle of water.  (I lived in the bathroom yesterday!)  Had my protein shake around 5 (when most people go home but I don’t!) – yummy chocolate ice cream flavored with only 2 carbs.   Can’t beat it with a stick.

Dinner was steak and snowpeas in the pod.  I overcooked the steak a bit, so that’s a note for next time around.   I forgot it would have time to rest and then be reheated. 

So, that was day 3… onto day 4!

Today was a day of frustration on many fronts.  My coworkers were uncooperative at best and I struggled with a task I should be able to do in my sleep.  Then there was the whole eating thing. 

Maybe it’s all in my head, but I felt hungrier today.  Rather I felt like I should be hungrier today and wanted to eat more.  I am an emotional eater, however, so I’m betting most of that “hunger” stemmed from frustration.  I stuck to the plan despite the chips and dip in the common pantry offered to all and despite “this time of the month’s” cravings for sugar and more sugar.

So what did I eat?  One egg-beaters portioned to equal two eggs, and a sliver of turkey sausage.  I decided to save my protein shake for later because I wasn’t all that hungry.  I drank about half a bottle of water then had my string cheese.  I hope the roommate remembers to prep more celery for tomorrow.  I was looking forward to lunch and didn’t drink any more water.

Lunch time rolled around and I heated my beautifully crusted pistachio chicken and put it on the salad with the lime dressing.  Oh. Heavens.  That is so good.  I mean – gourmet-pay-money-for-it good.  YUM!  So far the salads have been awesome!  Tomorrow will be another tuna salad (I forgot to buy shrimp for the salad we should be having, but I’ll make it up on Thursday.)

I was pretty content for a while, around 2ish I got nibbly and ate my 30 pistachio nuts.  Hey, I like them so I can never have too many.  I remembered to drink some more water.  But honestly, maybe only another half a bottle.  I need more Crystal Light mixins.

Then about 3:30 – 4 I was hungry again – or maybe it was just the chips and dip taunting me from down the hall.  I made my protein shake (LOVE IT) and was perfectly satiated.  Cracked open another bottle of water but barely drank any. 

I picked up Lola from the vet (comprehensive exam – everything looks great) and went home to my Ginger-Honey Tilapia and String Beans.  A little salty, I need to figure out why but luckily the tiny bit of honey in the dish seemed to help.  It was good, but the salt bothered me.  I still ate every bite.

Whipped out the salad for tomorrow, the omelet for breakfast and the chocolate creme for dessert.  I really love that they make you eat dessert.  We’ll try popsicles for dessert tomorrow night, but tonight I wanted something more substantial.

I think I’ll experiment with that recipe and make some adaptations for random flavors, but overall I like it.  Since I’ve been home I’ve downed two more bottles of water, which still puts me one under my goal… I’ll do better tomorrow.

See, I am trying to be optimistic.  There are no failures, only opportunities for improvement.  I have lots of those. 

Note:  I haven’t been to the gym at ALL this week.  It’s ridiculous, I have to go back.  My gym buddy is going without me.   I have no real excuse so tomorrow, I’m going.  I mean it.

I love the song by Sarah MacLaughlin, but I never realized how much it would mean to me.   February 9, 2009 marks 6 months since my Dad died.  Hey I can type that without crying.   That’s major progress for me.  I think of him constantly and still say and do things before remembering that he’s actually gone.  There’s still a sense of the surreal for me.  Since it hurts less today than it did 6 months ago, I’m assuming that in a year it will be even easier. 

I’ll still remember you, Dad.  Love doesn’t fade.

First, you should know my roommate and I tried starting this new eating lifestyle (diet is a curse word in this house) about two weeks ago.  It went pretty well, I did all the cooking as I fancy myself quite the gourmet and the roommate struggles with the basics.  Anyway, it turns out we were doing phase two of the plan not phase 1.  So, we decided to start over – today.

Um, so phase 1 kinda sucks in that you can’t have any fruit (we were already pretty light on the breads and stuff, so cutting back to none wasn’t as painful), no carrots, no starchy veggies at all, and no alcohol.  I mean, if I can’t have chocolate, I should at least be able to drink, right?  (Truthfully, we rarely drink in our house so it wasn’t a hardship.  We prefer to eat the pain away – after all isn’t that why God invented chocolate covered (insert almost any food here) and cake?  The answer is yes.

Ok, so on to my day.  I made four dinners on Sunday, because I knew extensive cooking couldn’t happen during the week.  I’ll figure out Friday on Thursday night as I usually have a bit of time then to do more.  I also made breakfast for today, vegetable quiche cups, which was really quite tasty.  Very small, but tasty.  Did I mention, small?  So we added (I know I know) two small pieces of turkey sausage to pretend it was a real meal and a low-carb protein shake.  Somewhere in there was a bottle of water.

Then midmorning snack was a string cheese.  Strangely, I was kinda full.  Personally, I think it’s all mental to some degree.  So I ate the cheese and sipped on water.  Suddenly it was lunchtime.  Now lunch is the South Beach Chop Salad.  Two things to note – 1.  This salad is really yummy  and 2. This salad is huge.  Especially if you don’t bother to strictly measure the lettuce and cucumbers or celery.  I eyeballed what I thought a third of a cup of cut up veggies were.  I might need glasses.  The salad was too big for me to finish, I’ll have the rest tomorrow.

In fact, I couldn’t drink any more water right then.  The thought of something going in my mouth made me nauseous and I went back to work.   Twenty minutes later, I could eat again.   Midafternoon snack!  Celery with a laughing cow cheese wedge, ok.  I have to admit, I needed some salt or pepper with mine.  That cheese is bland to me.  I wonder if I can substitute Gouda next time? 

About an hour later, I could eat again.  I should have had more water, but I forgot my crystal light mixins and straight water makes me nauseous.  So I nibbled on the “savior snack” of thirty pistachio nuts.  Full again.  Drank more water begrugingly, but not enough.  Contemplated around 5pm finishing salad as I was hungry again but still at work.

After work I had some errands to run and I did, getting hungrier all the while.  Suddenly food establishments were everywhere and they were taunting me with sweets and bread.  I prevailed, however, and managed to make it home to dinner, Salsa Pork, which is pretty tasty as well.  Couldn’t finish it either.  The first three bites took care of my hunger.  I picked at it a while longer until it was half eaten then put the rest away. 

I made lunch for tomorrow (Pistachio crusted chicken salad – oh yeah) and cleaned the kitchen.  I made homemade doggie treats for Lola who looked sad to be ignored while I cooked.  Then I felt my evil nemesis, it was about 10 pm (way too late to eat, but I wouldn’t be in bed for a while) and my sweets craving was fierce.

Luckily, the South Beach Diet anticipates this and plans for you to eat dessert.  Tonight was Vanilla Creme made with Ricotta cheese, vanilla extract and (in our case) Splenda.  Perfect for the sweet tooth.

So barring my poor drinking habits today, which I will fix tomorrow,  and the extra sausage in the morning and nuts at night  (That sounds SO dirty, but it’s not.  I wish it were, but it’s not.) I did pretty good.  It wasn’t all that painful either.

Can’t wait to see how day 2 goes.

February – isn’t that a funny word.  Y’know, phonetically speaking.  That “r” after the b is a real treat and yet you find yourself wondering – what made someone decide that the second month of the year should be called February.  Frankly, this question can be asked of all the months.  I’m sure some genius somewhere has the answer on the history of the words, but I really don’t care. 

That’s right, I’m asking a question to which I really don’t care about the answer.  Welcome to “polite society” and “the American Mainstream Media”.  This is not a complaint, it’s a fact of life – we all do it.

“How are you today?”  is supposed to be answered with “Fine, yourself?”  (Ok, the grammar teacher in me wants to inform you all that the correct response is actually, “Well, thank you.  How are you?”   Well is an appropriate response to “how something is” not good or fine – you can’t BE good or fine in that context, it doesn’t fit the terminology.)  I digress… 

Anyway, we ask questions to be socially correct or to make ourselves seem intellectual.  “Did you hear the rhetoric regarding the Republican review of the President’s economic package?   Wouldn’t you say some of their ideals are detrimental to the overall fabric of democracy?”  (This is a true quote of a question asked by a coworker.)   Ok, so I actually have been half-way following this story.  I have some general feelings on the topic, but do I feel the overall “fabric of democracy” will be affected?  I don’t know.  I mean, offhand, probably not – No, I think democracy as an ideal is stronger than the economic platform on which it stands.  This country has been poor before and managed to survive and strengthen.  But, as it turns out, my coworker really didn’t care about the answer.  The question was just a starting point for him to espouse his personal feelings in an overly articulate manner that was intended to make him look exceptionally intelligent.

I personally got “pompous turd” out of it, but that’s just me. 

There’s actually nothing wrong with doing this – I know, I know “What am I saying?!”, but it’s the truth.  Intelligent conversation for the sake of discussion and conversation without actual investment in the outcome is not a bad thing.  It sparks debate and ideas that usually get back to someone who IS invested and appreciates the rhetoric. 

I just wonder how much our usage of this type of dialogue affects our ability to trust others and share genuine concerns.  How many times do we hold our tongue on the assumption that “they really don’t care anyway” and how many times does that thinking lead us astray?  Did the people in the housing industry have questions about practices in the early years that they never asked because “no one really cares anyway”? 

Not that I expect an answer…  I’m just asking.