3 Names You Go By:
Sarah
Aunt Sarah
Nadi
3 Screen Names You Have:
Nadirah
Nadilya
DMS
3 Things You Like About Yourself:
My Wisdom
My Intelligence
My Humor
3 Things You Dislike About Yourself:
My Weight
My Bull Headedness
My lack of willpower in certain areas
3 Parts Of Your Heritage:
Scottish
Irish
American Indian
3 Things That Scare Me:
Loosing my Honey
Loosing my job
Being incapacitated in the hospital
3 Of Your Everyday Essentials:
Music
Laughter
Hobby Time
3 Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
Tennis Shoes
Blue Jeans
Black Shirt
3 Of Your Favourite Bands/Artists at Present:
Dave Matthews Band
Rage Against the Machine
Alanis Morissette
3 Of Your Favourite Songs at Present:
Right Through You – Alanis Morissette
This Love – Maroon 5
Seek Up – Dave Matthews Band
3 Things You Want To Try In The Next 12 Months:
Wow… I honestly don’t know
3 Things You Want In A Relationship (Love Is A Given):
Friendship
Honesty
Loyalty
2 Truths And A Lie (No Particular Order To Keep You Guessing):
I’m 5’8”
I’ve had teeth braces
I’ve been to Switzerland
3 Physical Things About a Love Interest That Appeal To Me:
Eyes
Facial Hair
Hands
3 Things You Just Can't Do:
Produce Semen
Travel Back in Time
Fly
3 Of Your Favorite Hobbies:
Making Jewelry with BEADS!
Belly Dancing
Playing EverQuest 2
3 Things You Want To Do Right Now:
Go Home
Blink and have my work done
Make a new character in EverQuest 2
3 Careers You're Considering:
Clinical Psychology
Psychiatry
Photography
3 Places You Want to Go On Vacation:
Great Barrier Reef
New Hampshire
Grand Canyon
3 Kids Names (Either Boy or Girl):
Hannah
Tory
Paige
Aly
Abigale
Sammy
3 Things You Want To Do Before You Die:
Dive the Great Barrier Reef
Swim with a Humpback Whale
Swim with a Manta Ray
3 People Who Have To Take This Quiz Now:
Meh, I’m not ordering anyone around.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Three Things
Monday, January 24, 2005
Selfish
Or, learning the balance of selfishness.
I believe that treating yourself well is extremely important. Even to the point of being somewhat selfish at times. Certainly nothing over the top, but perhaps choosing the bigger brownie when there are only two left is an okay thing to do.
I've been selfish. I've been extremely selfish since my exhusband moved out. I spent over 6 years catering to his every need. I was forgotten. I was neglected to the extreme maximum. By myself and him. So when he was no longer in the picture I started living life for ME.
I've realized now that alot of the time that just gave me license to be a bitch. To be pushy and bossy. I'm certainly not a horrible person, but I could definitely use some fine tuning in this area. All of that is over and done with. It's time for me to close the door completely, grow past it and start treating people, in particular the wonderful man who is now in my life, with a little more respect.
Some days I feel like I treat him the way my ex treated me. I've become what I hate. I'm speaking to extremes here of course. It's the underlying dynamic that needs work. Personal internal work on my part so that my actions and motives will morph into what I would like them to be. And what Honey most certainly deserves.
Anyway, my point is the selfishness has been catered to enough. It's been almost 3 years since he moved out. I treat myself very well. I give myself a Belly Dance class and a college class. I treat myself to material things from time to time. I eat better and dress better, for me and no one else.
That's plenty. The attitude needs shifting.
I believe that treating yourself well is extremely important. Even to the point of being somewhat selfish at times. Certainly nothing over the top, but perhaps choosing the bigger brownie when there are only two left is an okay thing to do.
I've been selfish. I've been extremely selfish since my exhusband moved out. I spent over 6 years catering to his every need. I was forgotten. I was neglected to the extreme maximum. By myself and him. So when he was no longer in the picture I started living life for ME.
I've realized now that alot of the time that just gave me license to be a bitch. To be pushy and bossy. I'm certainly not a horrible person, but I could definitely use some fine tuning in this area. All of that is over and done with. It's time for me to close the door completely, grow past it and start treating people, in particular the wonderful man who is now in my life, with a little more respect.
Some days I feel like I treat him the way my ex treated me. I've become what I hate. I'm speaking to extremes here of course. It's the underlying dynamic that needs work. Personal internal work on my part so that my actions and motives will morph into what I would like them to be. And what Honey most certainly deserves.
Anyway, my point is the selfishness has been catered to enough. It's been almost 3 years since he moved out. I treat myself very well. I give myself a Belly Dance class and a college class. I treat myself to material things from time to time. I eat better and dress better, for me and no one else.
That's plenty. The attitude needs shifting.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Thoughts
What would it be like if my father had died from cancer 15 years ago?
I spent yesterday pondering time. I got an email from my dad about a charity walk he'll be doing this summer for breast cancer. He beat cancer 15 years ago, not breast cancer, but cancer.
I read that subject line on his email "Cancer Free - 15 Years" and I fell apart. I cried my eyes out. I cannot imagine who I'd be, where I'd be if I didn't have my father for the last 15 years. That's longer than the age of my eldest niece. Not one of my 6 nieces would have ever known this wonderful man if he hadn't made it. Hell, I might not have 6 nieces if he hadn't made it.
So many things could be different. They might have been better, or they might have been worse. I'd opt for worse, because I can't imagine life without my father as a good thing. At least not at the age we all were when he was sick. I know one day I'll have to live without him, but I can only hope it's when he's lived his life out to it's fullest and it's just time for him to go. It will be so terribly hard when it comes, but it would have been so terrible worse if it had happened when I was only 14, when my sister was 18 and my brother was 12.
It's just so hard to imagine.
I spent yesterday pondering time. I got an email from my dad about a charity walk he'll be doing this summer for breast cancer. He beat cancer 15 years ago, not breast cancer, but cancer.
I read that subject line on his email "Cancer Free - 15 Years" and I fell apart. I cried my eyes out. I cannot imagine who I'd be, where I'd be if I didn't have my father for the last 15 years. That's longer than the age of my eldest niece. Not one of my 6 nieces would have ever known this wonderful man if he hadn't made it. Hell, I might not have 6 nieces if he hadn't made it.
So many things could be different. They might have been better, or they might have been worse. I'd opt for worse, because I can't imagine life without my father as a good thing. At least not at the age we all were when he was sick. I know one day I'll have to live without him, but I can only hope it's when he's lived his life out to it's fullest and it's just time for him to go. It will be so terribly hard when it comes, but it would have been so terrible worse if it had happened when I was only 14, when my sister was 18 and my brother was 12.
It's just so hard to imagine.
Monday, January 17, 2005
A New Start
I took a big step toward changing my life this weekend. It's scary and exciting and a great big deal to me.
A few months ago I ordered my old college transcripts from the couple of years I went to school right out of high school. My GPA was crap and I was put on Academic Probation pretty much every semester. However, I did, miraculously, manage to rack up a few credits.
So I took that info to the University I'd like to go to later for my Masters to see if they'd accept these old credits, and they will! While I was there I saw an advisor and she helped me see what the base level credits I still needed and showed me how to match them with my local community college classes.
Long story short, I've got several credits I still need to complete the base level for a Masters in Psychology. So Saturday I went to the local Community College and registered for one class!
I'm a new student! I start on Wednesday. My classes are MWF at 8:00am - 8:55am. I can run to work after class and then stay till about 6:30pm. :D Not too shabby. I'm taking Intro to Psych. It'll count toward the base level credits I need, and it'll also give me an idea if I'll enjoy the major I've chosen. Hehehe.
I'm so excited!!! :D:D:D
A few months ago I ordered my old college transcripts from the couple of years I went to school right out of high school. My GPA was crap and I was put on Academic Probation pretty much every semester. However, I did, miraculously, manage to rack up a few credits.
So I took that info to the University I'd like to go to later for my Masters to see if they'd accept these old credits, and they will! While I was there I saw an advisor and she helped me see what the base level credits I still needed and showed me how to match them with my local community college classes.
Long story short, I've got several credits I still need to complete the base level for a Masters in Psychology. So Saturday I went to the local Community College and registered for one class!
I'm a new student! I start on Wednesday. My classes are MWF at 8:00am - 8:55am. I can run to work after class and then stay till about 6:30pm. :D Not too shabby. I'm taking Intro to Psych. It'll count toward the base level credits I need, and it'll also give me an idea if I'll enjoy the major I've chosen. Hehehe.
I'm so excited!!! :D:D:D
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Brain Dump
This is sorta old news, but it’s still an issue that’s floating around my head that I’ve not quite figured out how to deal with.
2 months ago, wow, exactly 2 months ago today, I went to my 10 year high school class reunion. I blogged about the outcome of it already, so I won’t rehash, however, I didn’t mention anything about this one particular thing that happened.
I attended the reunion with my honey and my best friend since 3rd grade and her honey. She and I have been friends for over 20 years now and when we were still in grade school there was this other girl we were friends with. The 3 of us were stuck to each other like glue. We did everything together, always. In and out of school, we were quite the trio. This third person, lets call her Mandy, and the girl I’ve been friends with forever can be Sandy.
Anyway, Mandy’s childhood was tainted because her mother has a terrible case of OCD - packrat style. The woman never threw anything away. People weren’t allowed to go into Mandy’s house, and they couldn’t even open the front door all the way. It’s actually very terrible and sad. Well this leads me to the reason Mandy lived with Sandy for a short time. They had to move. The city came and made them leave the house and during that time, Mandy went to live with Sandy. I believe they lived together for about a year. Well, this was all during our solid trio, so them living together was pretty awesome for the two of them.
Okay, so there’s some back story. Here’s a little more. Mandy is cookey. She’s silly and crazy and fun. Sandy and I loved her dearly, but as kids do, teased her about being so silly. We occasionally called her retarded. And we’d all laugh and go on about our business. You know, being BEST friends and doing EVERYTHING together for YEARS. Laughing, playing, confiding, and getting into trouble. You name it.
So, years pass and we grow up and just as things happen, Mandy didn’t quite click with Sandy and I anymore. So the trio became just two. Mandy went on to make new friends, as did Sandy and I, but Sandy and I still hung out together. Life goes on, blah blah blah, Sandy and I see each other every few months, we hear about or see Mandy and how she’s doing a few times over the last 10 years and BAM, here we all are at the reunion.
Sandy and I didn’t expect to see Mandy. It was a bit strange, but a pleasant surprise I’d say. That was until Mandy introduced us to her husband and in front of our men, said “Yea, these are my “friends” (she said with quotation finger motion) that emotionally scarred me by calling me retarded all the time.”
What?! Are you serious?! Sandy and I were stunned. Mandy laughed it off, and candy coated the rest of the conversation and evening with mock niceness. Does she really think that? I understand that a lot of the time, as children, we do things that hurt other people and don’t even realize it. But I’m having a real hard time with this one. I honestly cannot believe that the few times we said that to her, emotionally scarred her life.
And this is where I get angry.
1. I’ve seen Mandy several times since we graduated. Also, we continued to go to school together for several years when we weren’t “best friends” any longer. Not once have I ever heard her hint or say anything about that bothering her.
2. How dare she confront this in the manner that she did. That was our introduction to her husband! Completely blind siding us. Considering Mandy NEVER hinted to this scarring before, we had absolutely no way of knowing this is how she viewed us, or how she felt.
3. She’s completely discounting 10 years of best friendship. Has she forgotten? Does she not acknowledge 10 YEARS of spending nights, and birthday parties, and summers at my grandmother’s lake house, church youth trips and functions?
If she’s forgotten all of those things and doesn’t remember our trio as being a wonderful thing, then I’m just as badly hurt as she’s stated she is about being emotionally scarred.
Sandy and I have told each other that we very much want to get her on the phone, or meet up for coffee and find out what’s really going on. Find out if she really has forgotten all of these things and truly views, what Sandy and I believed to be, a really wonderful childhood friendship.
2 months ago, wow, exactly 2 months ago today, I went to my 10 year high school class reunion. I blogged about the outcome of it already, so I won’t rehash, however, I didn’t mention anything about this one particular thing that happened.
I attended the reunion with my honey and my best friend since 3rd grade and her honey. She and I have been friends for over 20 years now and when we were still in grade school there was this other girl we were friends with. The 3 of us were stuck to each other like glue. We did everything together, always. In and out of school, we were quite the trio. This third person, lets call her Mandy, and the girl I’ve been friends with forever can be Sandy.
Anyway, Mandy’s childhood was tainted because her mother has a terrible case of OCD - packrat style. The woman never threw anything away. People weren’t allowed to go into Mandy’s house, and they couldn’t even open the front door all the way. It’s actually very terrible and sad. Well this leads me to the reason Mandy lived with Sandy for a short time. They had to move. The city came and made them leave the house and during that time, Mandy went to live with Sandy. I believe they lived together for about a year. Well, this was all during our solid trio, so them living together was pretty awesome for the two of them.
Okay, so there’s some back story. Here’s a little more. Mandy is cookey. She’s silly and crazy and fun. Sandy and I loved her dearly, but as kids do, teased her about being so silly. We occasionally called her retarded. And we’d all laugh and go on about our business. You know, being BEST friends and doing EVERYTHING together for YEARS. Laughing, playing, confiding, and getting into trouble. You name it.
So, years pass and we grow up and just as things happen, Mandy didn’t quite click with Sandy and I anymore. So the trio became just two. Mandy went on to make new friends, as did Sandy and I, but Sandy and I still hung out together. Life goes on, blah blah blah, Sandy and I see each other every few months, we hear about or see Mandy and how she’s doing a few times over the last 10 years and BAM, here we all are at the reunion.
Sandy and I didn’t expect to see Mandy. It was a bit strange, but a pleasant surprise I’d say. That was until Mandy introduced us to her husband and in front of our men, said “Yea, these are my “friends” (she said with quotation finger motion) that emotionally scarred me by calling me retarded all the time.”
What?! Are you serious?! Sandy and I were stunned. Mandy laughed it off, and candy coated the rest of the conversation and evening with mock niceness. Does she really think that? I understand that a lot of the time, as children, we do things that hurt other people and don’t even realize it. But I’m having a real hard time with this one. I honestly cannot believe that the few times we said that to her, emotionally scarred her life.
And this is where I get angry.
1. I’ve seen Mandy several times since we graduated. Also, we continued to go to school together for several years when we weren’t “best friends” any longer. Not once have I ever heard her hint or say anything about that bothering her.
2. How dare she confront this in the manner that she did. That was our introduction to her husband! Completely blind siding us. Considering Mandy NEVER hinted to this scarring before, we had absolutely no way of knowing this is how she viewed us, or how she felt.
3. She’s completely discounting 10 years of best friendship. Has she forgotten? Does she not acknowledge 10 YEARS of spending nights, and birthday parties, and summers at my grandmother’s lake house, church youth trips and functions?
If she’s forgotten all of those things and doesn’t remember our trio as being a wonderful thing, then I’m just as badly hurt as she’s stated she is about being emotionally scarred.
Sandy and I have told each other that we very much want to get her on the phone, or meet up for coffee and find out what’s really going on. Find out if she really has forgotten all of these things and truly views, what Sandy and I believed to be, a really wonderful childhood friendship.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Good Life
As I think back about my weekend, I can’t help but smile. It was stuffed with smiles, hugs, love and happiness. I saw most of my favorite people, ate at my favorite restaurant, danced, laughed and played.
Every day was a little different, seeing different people and doing different things, but they were all equally wonderful. Hunny and I went out to eat on Friday and went shopping. It was so nice to spend some time away from home with him, even if it was just around the corner in a restaurant. We’ve been cooped up in the house for the last couple of weeks and needed the fresh air desperately. I think it made him feel better too.
I started my new dance class on Saturday and it felt so great to stretch out and wiggle. I even learned a new step that proves to be a challenge. It’s always better when they are difficult. It’s so much more rewarding when you finally work it out. The teacher did give me a little thumbs up and a “perfect” when I first tired it. I guess it was better than I thought! Or at least “perfect” enough for my first shot. :) It’s always a good thing when the teacher picks you out of 30+ girls with a head nod of approval.
But Saturday wasn’t about me. Saturday was my mother’s birthday, and after I was all done giving my self much needed love and attention (dancing), I swung by the house to grab hunny and we zoomed off to my folks’ house. I was delighted to see that mom was already there. My brother had taken her out for a movie and I wasn’t sure they’d be there when we arrived, but they were. I hugged her and wished her a Happy Birthday. I love my family so much. We’re wild and loud and I normally need a breather halfway through the visit, and 9 times out of 10 I leave with a headache from laughing so much.
But how can I complain? I’m swarmed by beautiful squirmy children who love me and beam with glee when they see me. My best friend calls them yard monkeys. :) They are the children I don’t have. And not just the three little ones I normally see. All six of my nieces are my babies. Ranging from 2 ½ to 13! I love them like they are my own. And that’s only the half of it. I’m constantly surrounded by my people, my family, my clan, when I’m there. My folks are wonderful, my brother is amazing and my sister is incredible. I didn’t get to see my sister or her family this weekend, but that’s really okay. We can’t always all be together.
Anyway, I’ve gotten off track. Mom’s birthday was fantastic. I hope she had as much fun as I did. :)
My Sunday was just as great in all different ways. If I can’t spend time with my family, the next best person is my best friend. Hunny, of course, fits into a whole different category. :p
We beaded jewelry and went shopping and beaded some more. She and I went to eat with another girl we know, and just generally had a great day. She’s so fun and creative and smart. She inspires me, in lots of ways. I guess it’s a good thing he’s my best friend. :D
On the way home I listened to my favorite band. And like always, I heard a lyric I’ve heard for years. But it spoke to me at this time in my life. “The future is no place, to place your better days.” ~ Dave Matthews
No, you know what Dave? It’s not. I’m normally really good about living life in the now. I recognize the good things in my life. Family, friends, health. But I don’t always, and last night when I heard that lyric I realized that I need to live a little more in the now when it comes to personal self. Sure, it’s good to have goals and work toward them, but while you are working toward them you can’t forget about the path you have to take to get there. Keep your thoughts on where you might want to be, but not so much that you don’t have a good time along the way.
I need to realize that the body I’m in now is what I’ve got to live with, for now. I need to grasp dancing completely instead of thinking I won’t be good until my body is different. Whether that be stronger or thinner or whatever. I’m good now. I can be 215 and dance as good as the next girl. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to waste all of this time not being as happy as I can be because I expect it to be better later.
“The future is no place, to place your better days.”
Every day was a little different, seeing different people and doing different things, but they were all equally wonderful. Hunny and I went out to eat on Friday and went shopping. It was so nice to spend some time away from home with him, even if it was just around the corner in a restaurant. We’ve been cooped up in the house for the last couple of weeks and needed the fresh air desperately. I think it made him feel better too.
I started my new dance class on Saturday and it felt so great to stretch out and wiggle. I even learned a new step that proves to be a challenge. It’s always better when they are difficult. It’s so much more rewarding when you finally work it out. The teacher did give me a little thumbs up and a “perfect” when I first tired it. I guess it was better than I thought! Or at least “perfect” enough for my first shot. :) It’s always a good thing when the teacher picks you out of 30+ girls with a head nod of approval.
But Saturday wasn’t about me. Saturday was my mother’s birthday, and after I was all done giving my self much needed love and attention (dancing), I swung by the house to grab hunny and we zoomed off to my folks’ house. I was delighted to see that mom was already there. My brother had taken her out for a movie and I wasn’t sure they’d be there when we arrived, but they were. I hugged her and wished her a Happy Birthday. I love my family so much. We’re wild and loud and I normally need a breather halfway through the visit, and 9 times out of 10 I leave with a headache from laughing so much.
But how can I complain? I’m swarmed by beautiful squirmy children who love me and beam with glee when they see me. My best friend calls them yard monkeys. :) They are the children I don’t have. And not just the three little ones I normally see. All six of my nieces are my babies. Ranging from 2 ½ to 13! I love them like they are my own. And that’s only the half of it. I’m constantly surrounded by my people, my family, my clan, when I’m there. My folks are wonderful, my brother is amazing and my sister is incredible. I didn’t get to see my sister or her family this weekend, but that’s really okay. We can’t always all be together.
Anyway, I’ve gotten off track. Mom’s birthday was fantastic. I hope she had as much fun as I did. :)
My Sunday was just as great in all different ways. If I can’t spend time with my family, the next best person is my best friend. Hunny, of course, fits into a whole different category. :p
We beaded jewelry and went shopping and beaded some more. She and I went to eat with another girl we know, and just generally had a great day. She’s so fun and creative and smart. She inspires me, in lots of ways. I guess it’s a good thing he’s my best friend. :D
On the way home I listened to my favorite band. And like always, I heard a lyric I’ve heard for years. But it spoke to me at this time in my life. “The future is no place, to place your better days.” ~ Dave Matthews
No, you know what Dave? It’s not. I’m normally really good about living life in the now. I recognize the good things in my life. Family, friends, health. But I don’t always, and last night when I heard that lyric I realized that I need to live a little more in the now when it comes to personal self. Sure, it’s good to have goals and work toward them, but while you are working toward them you can’t forget about the path you have to take to get there. Keep your thoughts on where you might want to be, but not so much that you don’t have a good time along the way.
I need to realize that the body I’m in now is what I’ve got to live with, for now. I need to grasp dancing completely instead of thinking I won’t be good until my body is different. Whether that be stronger or thinner or whatever. I’m good now. I can be 215 and dance as good as the next girl. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to waste all of this time not being as happy as I can be because I expect it to be better later.
“The future is no place, to place your better days.”
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Man! I'm Weird
Dreams. Alot of the time I can figure out why I dreamt something in particular. Or at least have a reason for something or someone being in my dream, but last night....
I woke myself up early this morning because I was laughing out loud at something my father said in my dream.
There was this fish, and it was keeping it's self out of the water by holding it's fins up next to a boat propeller, while it was spinning. It was going "slap slap slap slap slap" on it's fins. So I said to dad, how do you think it's doing that? And he said "Cinnamonography" And I said "Taking pictures of cinnamon?" And he started laughing, and I started laughing. Apparently what he meant to say was "Centrifugal Force"....
Cause that makes so much more sense.... *rolls eyes*
I woke myself up early this morning because I was laughing out loud at something my father said in my dream.
There was this fish, and it was keeping it's self out of the water by holding it's fins up next to a boat propeller, while it was spinning. It was going "slap slap slap slap slap" on it's fins. So I said to dad, how do you think it's doing that? And he said "Cinnamonography" And I said "Taking pictures of cinnamon?" And he started laughing, and I started laughing. Apparently what he meant to say was "Centrifugal Force"....
Cause that makes so much more sense.... *rolls eyes*
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
French Fries - NO MORE!
Or at least as little as possible. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without having a french fry. Especially those big fat ones from KFC. But I rarely get those anyway. What I'm talking about is the daily intake my fat ass has grown accustom to.
I tried to cut out fast food completely, and I hate to say it, but it's just too difficult to make that drastic of a change. And eating that much fast food isn't about the food, it's about the habit and convenience. So a few months ago, I came up with an idea. It didn't really have anything to do with working fast food out of my diet, hell, it didn't really have anything to do with anything except my curiosity.
I decided to not eat beef. I wanted to see if:
1. Can I do it?
2. How much beef do I really eat?
3. Will it make me feel any different?
Well, 1 came pretty easily. I didn't have one bite of beef for 3 weeks. 2 came as a shock. I realized my main beef intake was 3-4 Quarter Pounders a week, with a few Sonic burgers thrown in. 3 was expected. I haven't been as nearly lethargic after lunch as I had been before after snarfing down a damn 1/4 lb'er.
After 3 weeks I had a small chicken fried steak at my Aunt's house. I didn't want to be rude, and I honestly didn't want to make a fuss, since this was just a little experiment, and 1 small steak wouldn't hurt. And it really was pretty small. No worries. After that I've had beef here and there, but I've yet to have a Fast Food HAMBURGER. I've had fast food tacos and burritos with beef, and I've had spaghetti a couple of times with meat sauce. So my NO beef experiment is pretty much over. But the lifestyle change is permanent.
The main reason for this is the amazing 10 lbs I've lost JUST because I'm not eating that 1 item anymore. That's just insane. That by not eating a 1/4 lb'er I can actually, magically loose 10 lbs. And I ain't lookin for 'em either!
So this leads me to my next step in what has now become the long, slow process of lifestyle change. I will eventually weed out fast food as my main source of meals. French Fries are next.
Starting today, I didn't order the 'value meal'. I ordered 1 chicken sandwich. No soda, no fries. Hell I might as well cut the sodas out too. Most of my soda intake is at lunch anyway. That'll be easy enough. Water really is my drink of choice.
Well, there ya go. This is my plan, and I'm sticking to it.
I tried to cut out fast food completely, and I hate to say it, but it's just too difficult to make that drastic of a change. And eating that much fast food isn't about the food, it's about the habit and convenience. So a few months ago, I came up with an idea. It didn't really have anything to do with working fast food out of my diet, hell, it didn't really have anything to do with anything except my curiosity.
I decided to not eat beef. I wanted to see if:
1. Can I do it?
2. How much beef do I really eat?
3. Will it make me feel any different?
Well, 1 came pretty easily. I didn't have one bite of beef for 3 weeks. 2 came as a shock. I realized my main beef intake was 3-4 Quarter Pounders a week, with a few Sonic burgers thrown in. 3 was expected. I haven't been as nearly lethargic after lunch as I had been before after snarfing down a damn 1/4 lb'er.
After 3 weeks I had a small chicken fried steak at my Aunt's house. I didn't want to be rude, and I honestly didn't want to make a fuss, since this was just a little experiment, and 1 small steak wouldn't hurt. And it really was pretty small. No worries. After that I've had beef here and there, but I've yet to have a Fast Food HAMBURGER. I've had fast food tacos and burritos with beef, and I've had spaghetti a couple of times with meat sauce. So my NO beef experiment is pretty much over. But the lifestyle change is permanent.
The main reason for this is the amazing 10 lbs I've lost JUST because I'm not eating that 1 item anymore. That's just insane. That by not eating a 1/4 lb'er I can actually, magically loose 10 lbs. And I ain't lookin for 'em either!
So this leads me to my next step in what has now become the long, slow process of lifestyle change. I will eventually weed out fast food as my main source of meals. French Fries are next.
Starting today, I didn't order the 'value meal'. I ordered 1 chicken sandwich. No soda, no fries. Hell I might as well cut the sodas out too. Most of my soda intake is at lunch anyway. That'll be easy enough. Water really is my drink of choice.
Well, there ya go. This is my plan, and I'm sticking to it.
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