| half_lit ( @ 2008-12-01 23:55:00 |
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San Francisco fence
So.
You may or may not know this but I was grossly ill about two weeks ago. The kind of ill that involves your stomach and the various and immense havoc it can wreak. And after 2 and a half days of missing work (time for which I will not be paid), the nightmare was mostly over. And for a very brief period I stuck to a very bland diet of saltines, banana, chicken noodle/rice soup, dry white toast, roasted chicken and white rice (at the advice of a nurse because, dear me, who woulda thunk the atrocity caused by broccoli and brown rice when your stomach is sick). By that Friday, I was able to walk around without running for the bathroom and thus well enough to get back to work. I felt like I lost 10 pounds and very, very weak. I thought this would be great, though - what great luck to lose some poundage just before Thanksgiving festivities.
Except that.. once my appetite returned on Saturday and my stomach appeared to be able to handle real food.. dear god, how I craved taste. I don't think I had "real food" until Sunday, though, and by then my stomach had suddenly become a bottomless pit. It was deceiving to me, of course, because obviously extra food would mean extra poundage and of course my metabolism would not be up to speed. But this disruption of my regular (very healthy high-fiber whole-grain) diet had caused quite the imbalance and left me with little to no will power to control it. And thus Thanksgiving arrived with my pants tighter than they normally are, rather than looser. One step forward, three steps back.
And so it is.
But this is a lesson to me of how the mind/body reacts when it is deprived. When you finally get that thing you desire so greatly, it just goes nuts. To hell with boundaries, limits, discipline, will power or any good sense whatsoever.
Of course I knew this already, so this is only a refresher.
In other news..
Tonight I took the leap to learn something new, something I've always wanted to learn, at the risk of looking like a fool.
It was worse - and better - than I thought it would be.
We shall see where this goes..

San Francisco fence
So.
You may or may not know this but I was grossly ill about two weeks ago. The kind of ill that involves your stomach and the various and immense havoc it can wreak. And after 2 and a half days of missing work (time for which I will not be paid), the nightmare was mostly over. And for a very brief period I stuck to a very bland diet of saltines, banana, chicken noodle/rice soup, dry white toast, roasted chicken and white rice (at the advice of a nurse because, dear me, who woulda thunk the atrocity caused by broccoli and brown rice when your stomach is sick). By that Friday, I was able to walk around without running for the bathroom and thus well enough to get back to work. I felt like I lost 10 pounds and very, very weak. I thought this would be great, though - what great luck to lose some poundage just before Thanksgiving festivities.
Except that.. once my appetite returned on Saturday and my stomach appeared to be able to handle real food.. dear god, how I craved taste. I don't think I had "real food" until Sunday, though, and by then my stomach had suddenly become a bottomless pit. It was deceiving to me, of course, because obviously extra food would mean extra poundage and of course my metabolism would not be up to speed. But this disruption of my regular (very healthy high-fiber whole-grain) diet had caused quite the imbalance and left me with little to no will power to control it. And thus Thanksgiving arrived with my pants tighter than they normally are, rather than looser. One step forward, three steps back.
And so it is.
But this is a lesson to me of how the mind/body reacts when it is deprived. When you finally get that thing you desire so greatly, it just goes nuts. To hell with boundaries, limits, discipline, will power or any good sense whatsoever.
Of course I knew this already, so this is only a refresher.
In other news..
Tonight I took the leap to learn something new, something I've always wanted to learn, at the risk of looking like a fool.
It was worse - and better - than I thought it would be.
We shall see where this goes..