Archive for August, 2007

Bread. The staff of life. Or perhaps the staph of life.

I ate a sandwich today. Two slices of Rudi’s Organic Flax bread (no flour) and about 2 tblsp of organic peanut butter. I have not had two slices of bread with a filling in between them for a long time. Nearly three weeks. It did curb my hunger. It did make me feel funky and bloated, too. Thereafter, I needed a nap. Bread. Bread. Bread.

It is not my friend.

Darr

How about these ones?

I am maintaining an average caloric consumption of less than 1000 calories today. A cricket rubbing its legs together makes more energy than that.

I walked like a little trooper today. I am about one month away from joining the band.

I need a turkey sandwich. I’m not getting it–but I want it.
I wanted a cookie today when we were at the Food Co-Op. I didn’t buy it.

I ate a peach today. Whoohoo! I’m in the sugar now!

Darr

Left= Ad No. 1
Right= Ad No. 2

Which ad catches your eye first?
Which ad would make you say, “Hey, I’m going to go buy that book right now!”
Which ad makes you wonder if there are nekkid land pirates ravaging coastal shores?

Please vote in the poll to your right.

Thanks!

Darr

I hang at a lapband forum for support. Very helpful place. One “on the fence” poster who *did* go through with the surgery posted some questions that I’ve had as well. I replied to this poster’s questions with a bit of tongue-in-cheek. My bad. Well…not that bad.

are you able to have a normal life? Normal is only one hat we all wear depending upon circumstances. Enjoy life more than being fat? Yes. Have a life, in general? Yes. Weight loss = better health. Better health = longer life. In general. Statistically speaking.

can you sit down to dinner with your family? What? After a lapband surgery you have no chairs in your house any longer? You can do everything with your family you did before. Only better.

can you eat out with friends? From attacking and chewing on cattle in the fields to dining at a five-star joint, yes. Having a lapband does not prevent you from enjoying the company of friends, ordering food away from home or eating in general.

Are you constantly thinking about food and how/what to eat? Probably. If you don’t use the tool you just put inside you by thinking ahead, planning and learning the tricks, you will puke. Hopefully not in front of the friends, as noted above.

I walked for 20 minutes and did some stairs a couple of days ago. I am still amazingly exhausted. My hips feel “out” and are screaming for me to phone the chiropractor.

I have managed to stay around 1000 calories a day for exactly one week. It seems much longer. It might be longer than I am aware since I started my “pre-op” diet on August 1st without tracking my food intake via CalorieKing, which I purchased on the 10th.

Do I feel like my liver is smaller? Oh, yeah. Everything is getting smaller.

Darr

Walking for 30 minutes on 610 calories isn’t working for me. I felt like a total WASTOID yesterday. I had to sleep for a few hours. I then ate half a head of ice-berg lettuce and a package of peanut butter crackers. Goodness…a little protein, a few carbs…and the cramps in my legs went away and I didn’t fee so “foggy.”

I upped my calories today to 1200. I am hungry–but not “foggy” or ravenous. I’m going to drop back down to 1000 on the nose tomorrow. 800 may be too low for me right now. 610 is bad. Bad, not good.

Chanted for 1.5 hours today. Chanted about having elastic skin, a perfect surgery and recovery and to be a “poster child” for lapband success. Chanted about lots of things.

Walking again tomorrow. Will bring a snack with me to eat beforehand.

Darr

I did an additional 500 steps tonight. Didn’t stretch out beforehand. My calves are mooing and I am exhausted.

Darr

I am on the 800-calorie pre-op diet. Tonight I made meatball soup with organic ground turkey, almond meal, roasted carrot soup as the base and the rest of it consisted of vegetables that I grew and picked this morning. Patapan squash, zucchini, red onion, tomatoes, leeks, peas. I chopped everything up and tossed it into the pot.

I had 2 meatballs and 1 cup of soup broth tonight for dinner. I am at a grand total of 690 calories for the day, minus 211 for my exercise. CalorieKing rocks, huh?

I am hungry!

I’m weighing tomorrow on the postal scale (I get applause from the bulk mail clerks).

Some of the veggies I grew (offered at our Buddhist altar) are pictured. I am pleased with my semi-green thumb

Darr

Tommy smiled slyly. “I suppose, beings that I am the perfect romance novel hero, that I should say make love to me, Rule. Make love to me and the world will fall into place as the stars move across the heavens. But that wouldn’t really help the situation now, would it? I kind of think an old-fashioned ass whooping is in order, actually.”

Rule shook her head. “Yeah, no. It wouldn’t help. I am fresh out of magic vaginas. No part of me save my wit and willingness will help you stop the slaughter of deer on this island.”

“How’s your bladder working these days?” Tommy asked. “I need to leave a scent trail that will force the deer onto Mt. Constitution. Where we met, that fire break re-christened Lover’s Lane, is where I need to finish, you know, to close the circle I’ve been making that will force the deer away from the cull-zone.” Tommy paused, the words at the tip of his tongue. “Rule, would you like to urinate in the forest with me tonight?”

“I’m not into water sports.” Rule laughed nervously. Tommy didn’t seem to get her joke.

“I don’t mean it to sound crass or strange–but human urine will scare away deer. Not all of the deer on this island are magical beasts.”

“If you’re the alpha stag, why can’t you just order them to Mt. Constitution?” Rule asked.

“Because they are deer. You can’t reason with deer. You have to get them to act instinctively.”

Photo caption: Hi. I’m Teague. I’m 12 weeks old and nothing is sacred. And I mean

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