Good morning, y'all! I'm feeling gooooood. It's my birthday; overall it's been a good year, not one of those "wow, I just spun my wheels all year" birthdays like the year before it; one of my dear friends proposed to his best girl last night; [y'all aren't cleared for that, but rest assured it was tremendous fun]; my day so far has been full of good food (coffee and an omelette and a bitchin' fruit cup) and good conversation and, frankly, goofing off instead of working; and overall I'm feeling pretty damn good about my life.
[Side note: I'm always rather suspicious of feeling gooooood, as I'm prone to being what they call in the psych world "emotionally labile" (which sounds WAY dirtier and more fun than it is), and what we call in the real world "mercurial", but I'm doing my best to enjoy the awesome of my life without getting all manic. And while I'm still working on a lot of stuff, and am also expecting some, er, "challenging" work-related news to come down the pipe in the next X hours/days/weeks/months, I'm still feeling pretty aight about life.]
(Also apparently my lifelong obsession with parenthetical remarks is coming to a middle. Sorry, y'all, Blogger doesn't seem to have usable footnote functionality, so you're stuck with it.)
So I decided to skip my Plan meeting today, because I am really, really not in the mood for being told what a "bad" food cake is, or whatever bullshit would be coming up today.
So anyway, yeah. Oh! There was this pretty good post about fat hate on Jezebel today: "Being Mean to Fat People Is Pointless: A Good Old-Fashioned Plea for Civility." Which, um, exactly. The quote from the article that made me giggle the most is this:
Maybe being kind to fat people (and, really, I mean all people) isn't a perfect system—maybe you're going to be uncomfortable on a plane once in a while, and it's possible that some fat weirdo somewhere is going to, uh, game the system and get hella free open-heart surgeries ON UNCLE SAM'S DIME (or whatever stupid con you think we're running in the name of cake).Speaking of cake....
(Warning: this entry gets wayyyyy more tangential below the cut, and also there are celebratory discussions of weight loss.)
Completely self-indulgent and tangential side note because it's my birthday (you got that by now? I have no idea why I keep saying it, I seriously don't give a shit about it, and yet here we are): as an aficionado of baked goods, let me just say, cake is by far my least favorite of the baked goods. I think I've had maybe one or two birthday cakes since demanding at age 12 that my mom start making me birthday lemon meringue pie (since lemon meringue is enough of a pain in the ass that you can only really ask for it once a year). Hm... my mom is vegan now. I wonder if you can make vegan lemon pie? (The meringue is kind of gilding the lily, if the pie is good enough. Wait, holy crap, pie crust is vegan!!!.... but not gluten-free for my celiac dad. Shit. Complicated dietary needs are complicated.)
ANYway, I do like *good* cake -- my aunt owns a wedding cake business, so I know from good cake -- but there is a whole lot of shitty cake out there. So cake is desserta non grata to me these days, for the most part, and I would WAY rather have mediocre cookies or pastry than mediocre cake. (Mmm, pastry. Okay, I am totally having birthday pastry with/as dinner tonight. And bringing rice krispie treats in to work tomorrow, because if there is ever a laudable exception to the "eat only food that your great-great-grandmother would have recognized as food" rule, it is motherfucking rice krispie treats.)
Anyway, I don't mean to get cocky, but if everything goes according to Plan (ha) over the next few days, on Saturday I should be getting my 5% award (i.e., making my initial weight goal, which was 205 pounds) and maybe a "5-pound star" as well, and goddammit, the Saturday morning leader gives out stickers. And you know what, fuck you for making fun of that, because stickers are incredibly fucking motivating. Anyway. I've lost somewhere between 15 and 20 pounds this year, 8-10 of that while on the Plan for the last seven weeks. Which is pretty cool in a numbers-game sense. I mean, I know this is gonna plateau out after a while, but dammit, it's neat to actually feel changes in my body caused by stuff I did! Like I said a couple weeks ago, my pants all fit differently, and my bras. I don't think the apnea has changed at all, and I'm still waiting for the results of my with-CPAP sleep study, so no news there. But hey. Things are coolcoolcool.
My goal for the next, um, while, is to increase my activity again; I was doing really well, and then life, or rather bullshit excuses, got in the way. But my Wednesday class is done, so I will be water aerobicizing it up like a boss on Wednesday mornings starting next week, and trying to work in gym and/or walking time most every day. I like exercise classes, but have been struggling with the timing. So maybe once a week or so I'll try a new one. I've gotten this far even while faceplanting on my exercise goals, which is ok, but think how awesome I'm going to do once I get the exercise going again! And a lot better from the HAES perspective.
And then at T+16 weeks or so, I'm going to invest in some new, good shoes from an actual running shoe store, as well as pretty much all-new socks. I haaaaaate my current shoes, one of the Adidas Bounce line, which have soles that are supposed to be super lightweight but instead the plastic parts just break and make squidgy noises all the fucking time. And also they're a couple years old and I have embarrassing sweaty feet so of course they also smell bad. I'm thinking about something like New Balance Minimus -- I've wanted to get into barefooting for a reallyreally long time, but I'm pretty sure that overly sweaty feet + Vibrams are a really bad combo.
Also at T+ 16 weeks, I'm going to add in strength training, because getting stronger and adding muscle is central to my overall body goals.
But yeah. I'm bad at endings. So far, so good? I'm going for a walk.
2 comments:
In general Pie Crust is not vegan as it usually contains butter or lard.
I've actually never made one with lard, and only used butter once or twice. My family has always used shortening as our standard pie crust fat. I've used oil once or twice in pat-in-pan crusts; I liked those with olive oil for quiche, but otherwise have been unimpressed.
(Hmmm... Still some work to do on getting threaded comments to work right. *sigh* Thanks for the feedback!)
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