Friday, November 18, 2016

Welp. It could definitely be worse.

I'm yo-yoing again with thee ol' scale. Had several good days ... lost a few pounds in the process ... and then had 2 days of "eh - what the hell" eating and put those pounds right back on.

I get so pissed off with myself when that happens.

I almost ... ALMOST ... screwed up again tonight at work but, luckily, I also happened to be on Twitter before disaster hit and random tweets from a couple of the LCHF folks I follow unknowingly saved me.

I think I should have Tom give me a new tattoo that will remind me to behave somehow.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Back to #lchf for the umpteenmillionth time

Today (Wednesday) was my friend Jessica's birthday.
Jaye took me under her wing our freshman year of high school when I was new in the district and felt oh-so out of place. We drifted over the years -- college and moves and life can do that, after all. Then came Facebook and it was like we had never lost touch. We rebonded over our sons (hers a couple of years younger than mine and the recipient of hand-me-downs), our memories ("omigosh he was so cute in a bad boy kind of way"), and our attempts at getting healthy.
She passed 2 Julys ago and it's rare that a day goes by when I don't think about her and wish I could kvetch about this that or the other. I'll see something posted from one of the Biggest Loser contestants we both loved and wish that she was there to share it with. I'll eat something ridiculously stupid and wish she was there to say "hey now ... knock that shit off" before it became a repeat behavior.
Well, Jaye ... I'm knocking that shit off.
I reinstalled the MFP app on my phone, weighed in at 224.2 (ugh), reset my macros to aim for 25g or less (hopefully) of carbs each day, tracked and packed my food for work (and actually remembered to pull it out of the fridge before I left the house).
I'm doing this. Again. I'm knocking that shit off ... and hopefully the pounds will follow.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Really, Karen? REALLY?!?

My last post was the beginning of August.

Yes, I suck.

Still have done nothing but yo-yo around with the scale. My brain was distracted with upheavals and huge changes at work and then school starting back up again for the smallish one. I know that's they're lousy excuses, but they're all I've got right now...

Except, of course, for determination. I did a huge and horrible carb overload today (and yesterday ... and the day before that ... ) and my body is revolting in a pretty severe way over it all. I seriously need to get my head back on straight ...

Wednesday, August 3, 2016


Not a lot of progress is being made, but we're still marching on (quite literally thanks to PokemonGO).
Neither one of us really seems to be excited or even mildly gung-ho about anything right now so I'm trying to think of things that might turn that around. Maybe some new recipes to try that I let him pick out.... or a new workout dvd/Wii game/whatever.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Help from unexpected places

Thursday morning John finally asked for Pokemon Go. I didn't want to do it. It would have to go on my phone. It's a big ol' battery suck. My data plan is pathetic -- it's unlimited and free, but ridiculously slow after I hit my "high speed" limit -- which happens in about 2 seconds. And, seriously, how much fun could one possibly have "catching" imaginary things on the phone?

Oh. A lot.

We actually live in the middle of a 3 gym triangle with 7 PokeStops within a 3-block radius of the house. Go a little bit further in one direction and we start hitting downtown. A little bit in another direction we hit Syracuse University.

We haven't done either of those yet and still .... since the morning of the 14th .... and considering I still need to sleep/work:

A couple of those km were actually on the bus ... but I'm guessing only a couple because the bus typically goes too fast to count.


We're getting exercise. (Just don't tell John.)

Tuesday, July 12, 2016


Smallish person's doctor is concerned  because he's definitely not as "smallish" as he should be.
When he claims "eating" as a "hobby," things are bad.
When his weight puts him off the charts, things are bad.
While not at all surprised at her concern it still feels like I was kicked in the gut. As I probably should be. He didn't get this way entirely on his own, after all.
Fecking hell.
Every time I think about it I want to burst into tears.
And I wish that this book was available long before mid-September:
Maybe I'll just buy one of the UK editions and convert where needed.

Friday, July 1, 2016

2 plus 2 really DOESN'T equal 43, huh?

We've been doing a little experimenting (a.k.a: eating whatever the hell we've wanted) since my last frantic post and, as it turns out, we're both fine. Fat, but still fine as far as me not getting sick over grains and him not being completely out of control. I told him a bit about Carb Cycling (he's watched some EWL with me before so "knows" Chris and Heidi) and he thinks the Classic Cycle would be good to try. It's alternating low carb and high carb days with one "reward" day. I figured that he would want to do the cycle from their newest book that has 4 high followed by 2 low followed by the reward, but he's full of surprises. Of course, we won't be following the Powell's plan to a "T" because eating 5 meals every 3 hours just isn't happening in our world ... but it may prove to be a good starting point.
If you aren't familiar, I found a Pin that gives a graphic of the basics: the link associated with said Pin isn't working for me, but links rarely work on the computer here so I don't know if it's dead or if the work computer just hates me):

He likes having our reward days on Saturdays ("Stress Free Saturday" as they're typically referred to around here), and he thinks that we'd be better off having a low day immediately before instead of high .... so we're shuffling things around a bit:
Please note the lack of calories and macros. He's 10 and stresses out easily about stuff and this shouldn't be one of those things ... but he is still very aware that he's bigger than he should be and that a growth spurt or two isn't likely to "fix" it. On the low days he'll still be able to have an english muffin or toast for breakfast (he likes "sloppy" eggs and to have the bread to dip in the yolks) and a snack of fruit later on if he wants, but we'll try and stick to mainly proteins and fats (and veggies) for lunches and dinner. We still won't go super-crazy on the high days, but those would be the days for a sandwich at lunch or some pasta at dinner. He needs to get more involved in the decision making so he isn't blindsided down the road -- which is why I let him decide on the "cycle."

We'll see how it goes. Tomorrow we'll both weigh-in after we finally wake up. It won't be pretty, but it'll be a start. Another one.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Fecking Hell

I would really like to dive face first into bowl of macaroni and cheese right now.
Or an entire pan of actual brownies made with something other than coconut flour.
Or pie.
I know that my body is probably better off when I stick with grain free ... but my brain begs to differ and it's so fecking hard sometimes to not just say "screw it." It's especially hard when the smallish one isn't nearly as gung ho about it as he was at the beginning and just wants to eat whatever whenever (like the HoHos his dad bought for him Sunday or the Burger King on Monday). It also doesn't help that it's not doing a damn bit of good with the whole scale situation and at least when I let myself indulge in grainy goodness I knew that I'd have a good chance of "losing" just because of the excess time spent on the toilet.
Yeah. Possibly TMI. Whatever.
And maybe it wasn't necessarily the grains but a bug I didn't know about. I used to be able to eat whatever whenever. I could have just put 2 and 2 together and come up with 43, right?
Why isn't anything ever easy?

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Slop Thing

I neglected once again to bring food with me to work and I'm not willing to order in. Ordering in when trying to stay low carb and, most importantly for my innards, grain-free isn't easy anyway. Sure, I could do a salad ... but why would I spend that much money on a salad?!? I'd much rather just complain about not having food while downing copious amounts of coffee and tea. I may even splurge at some point and have a can of Diet Coke.

If I had thought to bring food to work it would, in all likelihood, have been in the form of Slop. Yes, that is the official unofficial name of the meal the smallish person and I tend to have most often. We've been trying out lots of coconut flour recipes with some success but when it comes right down to it even those make me just crave other grainy type foods so I find it best for my mental state to stick with things that don't even pretend to be something that they're not. And Slop doesn't pretend to be anything other than Slop.

Today's late-afternoon Slop (above) had ground beef, bacon bits, shredded cheddar cheese and Dinosaur Roasted Garlic Honey BBQ Sauce. I live in the land of the original Dinosaur BBQ so, really, the carbs shouldn't even count. Right? It's like eating dessert at church. That never counts, either. If it did count, though, I figure it's still pretty much on the low side of things with a total of 4 grams per serving this time around. We never actually follow a recipe, but out of curiosity I actually paid attention today and this is what I came up with:

The sauce stretches out if the beef doesn't get drained completely so, really, one could probably get away with 2 tablespoons if they absolutely wanted to. Or use something else. Or anything else. The joy of Slop is that it's really just a Tosser of a meal. Anything you want to toss into the pan goes. Sometimes we do salsa. Sometimes ranch dressing. Sometimes a tomato sauce. Sometimes an alfredo. Occasionally vegetables will get tossed in. Once in a while an extra meat finds its way in the pan (John's a big fan of chopping up pepperoni slices and tossing in with mozzarella instead of cheddar). It's always fast and easy and filling ... and always sloppy.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Once Upon A Time...

I had a blog that I gave a crap about that didn't necessarily revolve around books.
I had a "thing" on a regular basis. (It's like a plan, but with more greatness.)
I've wondered where that time disappeared to.
I tried. 
I really did. 
Sort of.
I even made a new blog thinking that it would be the answer to my woes.
Yet, here I am.
And this time I have every intention of sticking around.
There had to have been a reason I didn't delete the blog outright in the first place, right?