It seems that I have fallen into the habit of updating weekly. I mean to update more, but I find myself in the time crunch lately.
Shannon, I do apologize for the delay in responding, but to answer your question about supplementation.:
Very good that you wish to supplement your current eating plan. What I have tried to keep in mind is that the body eats wether your mouth does or not. If you aren't giving it what it needs, you are literally canibalizing yourself and making for a very miserable old age.
Yes, I do take a protein/vitamin shake every day. Sometimes twice a day when I am too lazy to cook.
This is what I take. I find that it works well, does give me a great deal of energy, and is pleasant to drink. I mix one scoop of the powder in a cup of soy milk, add 2 ice cubes and 1/2 of a banana, then blend it until smooth.
I find that If I replace the afternoon meal with this, it also works as an appetite suppressant. I am much less likely to crave sweets in the evening.
Speaking of sweets, the other supplement that I use is Stevia. Stevia is a super potent sweetener and is better for you than sugar and other sweetening products. I am not a big fan of plain water so I drink a very weak tea. I only need 1/2 teaspoon of pure stevia extract (don't get anything with fillers, you'll be wasting your money it must say pure stevia extract) to sweeten a whole gallon of tea. The tea that I drink is made with 2 bags of bigelow earl grey, and 1 bag of bigelow plantation mint. It is an excellent replacement for diet drinks and is wonderful. Every now and then I will want a soda, but mostly, I drink this tea.
I hope this helps you.
I made bread and cinnamon rolls last night. Mike and I met when I used to run the coffee shop for the hippie retreats. Mike claims buying/eating my fresh-from-the-oven cinnamon rolls was our first erotic moment. I claim that it was when he volunteered to help me clean up the kitchen as I was closing up shop and I didn't have to tell him how to properly clean anything.
Anyhow, he had made a few references to my cinnamon rolls, and I thought to go ahead and make them before he had to come right out and beg.
I did an experiment with the cinnamon rolls, a different sort of filling, and I will say that they are the mother-fuckin bomb. I rock. I *so* rock.
I had a frustrating week at work last week, and I'll sum it up :
I tried really hard to apply myself and show my willingness to work, and I got nothing but exhaustion for it. There was one point where the manager actually had me in tears. He apologized later, whatever. I hate getting worked up to that point. I hate when there is nothing that you can do to hold back tears. Then, you get mad because you are crying, so you cry harder. Trying to regain composure was so difficult, I had been pushed too far.
I went back to my doctor after three years. No I don't believe in annual check ups, but yes, I will get an annual if I must in order to get the pill. Because of the nature of PCOS, I've had enough examinations to last a lifetime.
The mind is incredible. It can play tricks on you. I had to wait for 45 minutes int he exam room for the doctor to get to me. I had no problem with waiting, My doctor is awesome, she doesn't rush you. She'd spent one hour and fifteen minutes in an appointment with me before, it's all karma.
At any rate. I hadn't been back to the doctor's office since I had my 2nd nervous breakdown and was certain I was having a heart problems. I realized at one point that I was in the same exam room, and that nothing had changed. Everything was the same. For a millisecond, I was right back in 2000 and the nightmare approached me that maybe these last four years were just a fantasy.
Thankfully, I brought my ipod and crocheting so I wasn't completely alone with those thoughts. I was a little shook up that day, the residual energy in that room was making my head spin.
My memory foam pillow is awesome. A lot of the tweaking in my neck has been reduced to nominal. The cats think it is awesome too. I will wake up with my head off of the pillow and one of the four will be sleeping cozy on MY memory foam. I did get a massage from Trish with the Imma-gonna-beat-your-muscles-into-submission hands, so the tendon has been rubbed out and isna happy.
Posted by hawkie at March 21, 2005 04:12 PMArgh! I hate those moments when you flash back to a less than past. The good thing is when you come out of them and realize how your life has changed so much for the better since then (as I know yours has).
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me