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OK, so I’m still pretty hungry, and I don’t know that there will actually be a point in the process where I feel fully satisfied, but at least I can say that after the first week or minor torture I did lose just over 3 pounds. In my book that makes it (almost) worth the suffering. Let’s just hope that this wasn’t just some first week, body’s in shock, fluke and that more pounds will come flying off me this week.

I’m watching…

After thinking about it for a while (and by thinking I mean putting it off) I have finally decided that eating like crap has done nothing good for me (or my wallet) and that I would really like to be able to fit more comfortably into my pants. To remedy the situation, I decided to try the dreaded Weight Watchers. I’ll admit, I do enjoy the handy tools they now provide online and tracking what I eat is pretty easy. Really the only problem with the whole process is that I AM FREAKIN STARVING! Like all the time. There is not enough zero point food in the world to fill me at this point. I may start to turn orange from the number of carrots I eat in a day. I am convinced that at some point I will start to be satisfied by this miniscule amount of food (although I can’t imagine I will ever be full), but as far as week 1 goes, I feel like a bottomless pit, and every morsel I eat is just echoing its way into my cavernous insides, never actually hitting the floor. All I can say is that this better be worth it, because damn, I miss food.

I am starting to think that there is something hinky with the heat in my office. If you have been reading this blog, you know it all began last winter when I started getting crazy, skull-splitting migraines a couple times a week. I got through it, and past it, and all has been well on that front for a while. Now, as we roll into winter again I am starting to feel some familiar rumblings, and I am starting to wonder if it has anything to do with the heat being on at work again. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but there is a small possibility that they are unknowingly poisoning us and I am the only one who is sensitive enough to have a reaction to it. OK, that did sound a little paranoid, but still, it does make you wonder…

mission impossible

As Thanksgiving approaches I, once again, try to figure out a way to do something that I have never managed to do in my adult life – enjoy Thanksgiving dinner without making myself feel sick. I know it seems like it shouldn’t be that difficult, but for some reason I always just have to have that one last bite that puts me over the edge. I’ve tried taking smaller portions in an effort to get a taste of everything without going overboard, but inevitably there are one or two things that I need to have just a little bit more of. It’s not that I don’t notice when I’m getting full, quite the contrary. I know the exact point at which I need to stop, I just completely ignore all the big red signs and sirens going off in my head. You’d think that I grew up in a house where there was never enough food, and I’m storing up just in case.

I like to think that my Russian ancestors would be shocked and amazed at the amount of food that I have to choose from at all times. So for them, on this one gluttonous day, I’m taking one for the team and overeating for all who came before me who went hungry.

(That justifies it, right?)

the most wonderful time?

We’ve “fallen back” and winter is slowly creeping up on us. Time for rosy cheeks (and noses), bulky sweaters, dry skin, numb extremities and cozy, knitted accessories. And, of course, Christmas. Every year it starts a little earlier. It is only the second week in November and it has already started to feel old. In the beginning there were a few Santas peeking out between the witches and skeletons, now that Halloween is over, it is a full-on assault of glitter and joy. By Thanksgiving we will be hearing Christmas music in our nightmares, and by mid-December we will be 10 lbs heavier and planning our New Years resolution to start going to the gym. Despite all of these things (and the fact that I’m a jew) I still can’t help getting sucked in to the whole spirit of things, I just wish it was a little less expensive, and a lot less fattening.

the morning after

Last night the Philadelphia Phillies won the World Series for the first time in 28 years! I won’t give away my age by saying how old/young I was in 1980, but let’s just say that I was not old enough to fully appreciate what an accomplishment it was. Seeing your home team win something that major for the first time in your adult life is a pretty amazing feeling, and I can understand why the city went temporarily insane last night. What I don’t understand is how that dizzy happiness and collective joy turned into destroying public property and looting. I have never in my life been so happy that it made me want to break things. Angry yes, happy not so much. This morning parts of the city look like they have been through a war, and people are in the hospital. It’s almost as if we are so used to losing, we actually cannot handle the feeling of winning. The only way we can express a newly found emotion of this magnitude is to literally tear apart the city that we claim to love.

doing the unthinkable

This morning I did something that I did not believe that I was capable of – I forgot to eat. I used to hear that phrase fall from other people’s lips and I would marvel at the concept. How could someone forget to eat? Then this morning it happened, as it has been quite a bit lately actually. I took my breakfast to work, it was sitting right next to me, and somehow the thought of putting it in my mouth never occurred to me. In fact, I didn’t even think of food until someone mentioned lunch and I realized how late it had gotten. That is so not like me. For a good portion of my life I have obsessed about the eating or not eating of food, and suddenly I’m forgetting it completely. It isn’t terribly healthy, but I find it fascinating.

Have you ever had a day when you just feel “off”? Kinda sick, but not really sick. The feeling of a general sense of crappyness throughout the body with no discernible origin. An overall feeling of ickyness. What are you supposed to do on these days? While, in theory, you are not to sick to work, the ick is very distracting and tends to make the day fairly unproductive. Do you soldier through? Is it better to just call it a day and hope for a better tomorrow? Do you merely spend a strangely large amount of time asking questions that no one will actually answer? Apparently today, the answer to that last question is a resounding “yes”, while the rest of the questions will likely remain unanswered.

It’s funny how time starts to run away from you in the summer. The days get longer and hotter and all of a sudden months have passed and you’re not quite sure what you’ve been doing. Maybe it’s because this has been a particularly busy summer so far, but I’m really not sure how I got to mid-July without noticing. It is also fairly hard to believe that six months ago I was suddenly and mysteriously knocked flat on my ass by my own damn head. I still don’t have any kind of an answer, or any way to prevent it from happening again. It seems like so long ago, but really it wasn’t. Interesting how easy it is to distance yourself from something negative that pretty much ruled your life, while at the same time holding positive moments close enough to feel like they happened yesterday.

just a small break

So I just got back from a week of vacation in the hot, dry southwest and despite having been a bit sick for the first few days, it was lovely. Not only was I on my very first vacation of the year (which is enough to make it a great one), but I was also headache free for the last half of it. I can’t say whether it was the climate, the lack of stress of the fact that I was not on the computer once the entire trip, but for the first time in a while I felt absolutely no badness coming from the skull region. I honestly wish I knew which of those things made the big difference, although if it was the being away from the computer part there is pretty much nothing I could do about that. Now that I’m back, so is the noggin pain, but it was nice to get a break, even though it didn’t last all that long.

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