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12 February 2017 @ 11:15 pm

We have survived a week of this nonsense. My calorie consumption is down a ridiculous amount. I’d know exactly how much if I’d been keeping track before, but I roughed it out and it’s a lot. And I’m hungry, but I’ve recently learned to drink a couple of tisanes and the hot liquid makes some difference in the hunger, as does just having learned to tolerate being hungry better over the past year.

Having counted calories for a whole week is at least as much a triumph as staying off sugar for a week, so yay me.

I haven’t been suffering sugar withdrawals too much, except for yesterday’s general exhaustion. Dunno if that’s due to having been fortified by hot chocolates a few times, or if I was just better psychologically prepared than I have been in the past, or what, but so far not too awful. A couple hits of OH GOD I WANT COOKIES or GIVE ME THE ICE CREAM NOW but I’ve headed them off at the pass with a variety of tactics ranging from ignoring to drinking something to a miniature York peppermint patty (look, I’m not in this to torture myself. If a miniature peppermint patty gets me through the afternoon rather than having me break down & bake & eat a dozen cookies, that’s a friggin win, so) or an apple and cheese. Whatever works.

In other news, I have dreams of posting things that aren’t #SugarWars stuff. I know, I know. Dream on, crazy dreamer.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
kit
11 February 2017 @ 11:25 pm

Today was a Day Out, with all that entails, which mostly means it’s goddamn near impossible to count calories. We went out for lunch AND dinner, and I’m pretty sure the number of calories ingested is All Of Them, which, sadly, my calorie tracker does not have an option for.

I made a weak stab at counting them by wild generalization, but I’m pretty sure that even 15 falafels does not cover the caloric intake of this evening. (I didn’t eat 15 falafels. I ate one. And one of a million other delicious things.) I’m chalking it up under “made the effort, that counts,” because honestly, just no clue, and what matters is having put SOMETHING down in the calorie counter instead of just wailing and walking away from the whole project for three months as is typical.

What I do know is that I ate both lunch and dinner until I was full but not overfull. I was very hungry for lunch and modestly hungry for dinner (I’d have been more so had I not indulged in, as predicted, a hot chocolate mid-afternoon), and I’d have imagined I would be stuffed to the gills and not at all hungry until well into tomorrow, after dinner.

I was, in fact, hungry enough 3 hours later to have an apple and cheese, which suggests to me that probably I really *didn’t* over-eat. (It was not, as someone Helpy on Twitter suggested, a lack of protein, as dinner contained plenty of protein. Just in case anybody’s wondering, none of this is an invitation to comment on my imagined, or unimagined, eating habits. It’s a chronicle for my own sake, for encouragement, and for anybody who might want or need to be doing the same kind of thing I’m doing and who is looking for solidarity. All other commentary should be deleted before posting, or off it can fuck.)

In other news, I’m mostly over my cold but holy hell was I *tired* today, and there are many potential influencing factors there: making an effort to get my 10K+ steps in daily (an increase of, say, 40%, maybe, over what I’ve been averaging?), the drop in caloric intake, and/or the shock of coming off sugar. I’m making a pretty concerted effort to eat regularly, so I’m inclined to think it’s more the exercise/shock combination, but jeez, louise.

Bed now, anyway. G’night, world.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
kit
10 February 2017 @ 11:20 pm

Today was the first day I would have murdered for cookies. Partly to eat, partly to make, since I find baking soothing. But I didn’t make any and I didn’t eat any and I’m mildly grumpy about it but I suppose I’m also morally superior, or something.

Yeah, that’s all I got tonight. Over & out.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
kit
10 February 2017 @ 04:53 pm

You remember a while back when I posted about a fabulous coat and the ruin of two families? And how we wanted to do a web comic? Well, I did one. A little one, anyway, of the story Leah Moore and I fangirled at each other about the coat. :) It was so much fun! ♥ :)

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(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
kit
09 February 2017 @ 11:36 pm

I mean, as threatened, I had that hot chocolate today, but it was kind of like my lunch, so, IDK, that counts for something, right? I don’t know what it counts for, but something.

The truth is I might have one on Saturday too, since I’ll be near the hot chocolate shop again, but aside from those liquid indiscretions, still going just fine. We’ll see how things go next week when I won’t be in Dublin as often and there’ll be less hot chocolate opportunity, but y’know, so far so good. And honestly, even if I do have three hot chocolates this week, that’s still not nearly the caloric value of all the stuff I usually eat, so pfshhht. And if it turns out this helps me wean off sweets, that’s great. If not, eh, that’s fine too.

Anyway, these aren’t very exciting little posts, but nobody said blogs had to be exciting all the time.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
kit
09 February 2017 @ 09:47 pm

I had a gift certificate for another massage therapist place in Dublin, and since I didn’t have an appointment with my PT today, I made an appointment at this other place. I got more of a PT session than I expected from it, especially around my hips and middle back, which are very goddamn sore. Probably going to a 2 hour movie immediately after didn’t help, but anyway, ow.

Hrm. I thought I was going to have more to say than that, but I guess I don’t. Except boy am I tired.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
kit
08 February 2017 @ 09:03 pm

I read the first of Juliet E McKenna‘s Lescari Revolution trilogy several years ago, and really enjoyed it. Then life happened and it took me a while to pick up the second book, at which point I thought, “God, I don’t remember this at all, I don’t remember how we got here or anything,” and read a couple chapters and thought, “No, this is just too unfamiliar, I need to read the…second…book,” as it turned out. I’d picked up the third accidentally. *laughs*

Anyway, by then it was all confused in my head so I decided I’d better start over at the beginning, which I did. :)

The trilogy, set in McKenna’s amazingly well developed world Einarinn, is about Lescar, a province of half a dozen dukedoms that have been at war with one another for generations, with the goal of eventually ruling over the fractured kingdom as High King. To summarize wildly, We The People are fed up with incessant war and throw a revolution to see if the bloodshed can be ended.

It is, in other words, a very topical read just now.

There are roughly half a dozen main characters, circled through with enough regularity that nobody’s storyline ever gets dropped out of mind. They range from scholars and spies to magic-users and nobility, men and women both, everyone with different motivations for what they’re doing. Some of them are right. Some of them are wrong. All of them are understandable. I love that. Some of my favourite characters, in fact, are effectively bad guys (and that’s just in terms of whose side people are on, nevermind the fact that there are a number of people who are mercenaries and there just so they can kill people. There’s not much sugar coating that!), and there’s one terrific side plot that carries a HUGE amount of weight with VERY little actual screen time. It’s magnificent!

Back when I read the first book originally, there were two characters in particular that I intially thought were being set up for what was clearly going to be a HORRIFICALLY DOOMED storyline. I said as much to Jules, who gaped at me and said she’d never even considered it, and later in the book it became clear that my initial perception was, indeed, wrong. (Relievingly so!) But I loved the fact that I found the possibility there, even if the author hadn’t, and of course it means I would have written those books entirely differently, because I’d have done that thing and there would have been Significant Doom.

I can’t, however, imagine writing them as well. There’s a real sense of weight and history in McKenna’s books, a clear vision of how all the pieces fit together, and I love that about these books. Really satisfying reads.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
kit
08 February 2017 @ 12:10 am

It’s amazing how my caloric intake drops like a rock when I stop eating cake/cookies/ice cream/etc.

Not unrelatedly, I’m hungry.

That’s about all I got tonight. Either yesterday’s hot chocolate offset the OMFG I NEED SUGAR cravings and tomorrow will be hell, or this is going pretty well. And really, tomorrow is my Day In Dublin, and the odds of having another hot chocolate are, shall we say, Extremely High, so I’m either weaning myself off or purposefully torturing myself; your call. Anyway, either way, so far, not suffering much. Except for being hungry.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

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kit
07 February 2017 @ 10:52 pm

I had both a Sprite and a hot chocolate today, both of which I can fudge as being Not *Food*, but rather *Drink*, but we all know I’m really bending the spirit of the law until it’s sprained, there.

I did, however, get my 10K steps in, and kept a calorie count for the second day in a row, so I’m calling it a win and going onward.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

 
 
kit
06 February 2017 @ 09:02 pm

Several of us in these parts have entered a pact, or at least an agreement, to cut sugar from our diets for 30 days. Much of my incentive is that it’s pretty clear I’m gaining weight at exactly the same rate I’m eating junk food, and I’d rather not balloon ALL the way back up to my previous fatness. I’ve already regained about 12 pounds in the last 6 months (although I gotta say, a third of that was in December. What a disaster the holidays were for me, food-wise.) and none of my clothes fit me anymore.

Mostly I mean cutting out cake, candy, ice cream, cookies, etc, when I say I’m cutting sugar. The spoonful of brown sugar in my oatmeal and the squirt of honey in my lemon tea aren’t the problems here, and if it reaches the stage where they are the problem, I’ll deal with that later. It’s the half pint of peanut butter cup ice cream or the six cookies at once that’s the problem, and the oft-discovered truth of the matter is that I don’t do moderation with sweets. I may tell myself I will, but in reality I won’t. It becomes much easier to do so if I get off the sugar wagon for several weeks, though. Then I can maybe have a piece of cake somewhere, sometime, and not go nuts wanting more. First the purge, though.

I have also, with malice and aforethought, gone forth to make sure I got my 10K steps in today. Most days I don’t get anywhere near that anymore, so I’m Making An Effort.

I did a little bit of barre work, too, which my thighs will probably complain about tomorrow.

Anyway, post-lunch, mid-afternoon, and after dinner are the worst moments of this, due to a combination of being accustomed to a dessert and the extra hunger from not HAVING a dessert. In a couple weeks I’ll have adjusted, but right now I’m ready to chew my arm off.

PSA: Just in case anybody’s wondering, none of this is an invitation to comment on my imagined, or unimagined, eating habits. It’s a chronicle for my own sake, for encouragement, and for anybody who might want or need to be doing the same kind of thing I’m doing and who is looking for solidarity.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)