I just finished writing Year of the Dog ! It had a massive plot hole that I had to fix which turned out to be more work than I expected. Here’s a snippet: “Hey, Auntie Nell.” He wrapped his arms around her, bussing her on the cheek and breathing in pikake flowers and shortbread cookies. And suddenly he was nine years old again, and her solid presence had made his chaotic world stable once more. “What are you doing here?” He usually took her to dinner on Wednesday nights, but today was Tuesday. The edges of her smile faltered a little before brightening right back up again. “What, I can’t visit my nephew?” She angled around him to enter his home. “Is this your new house? Looks lovely.” Which was a blatant lie, because the fixer-upper was barely livable, much less acceptable to a neat-freak like his aunt. She also left four matching pink and purple floral suitcases on the stoop behind her. Only then did Ashwin notice the cab driver standing slightly to the side of the walkway. “Can ...
Captain's Log, Stardate 08.13.2010
It seems the only way I can release my frustrations is by blogging about it, so lucky you, you get to hear all about it. (I’ll probably become less homicidal calm down in a week or two, so no worries about months of whining about this diet.)
I thought about carbs ALL DAY.
I had to be more deliberate about my cooking to find something both I and Captain Caffeine could eat. He’s a trooper, lovely man, so I settled on chicken vegetable soup. It wasn’t the tastiest soup I’ve made, unfortunately. (Next time I’m using the pressure cooker to make broth and then adding the chicken rather than throwing the raw chicken pieces in water in the crockpot for a few hours—the broth just wasn’t as flavorful as when I make broth with the pressure cooker.)
I wanted to go out and buy a donut.
Around dinnertime, I found I wasn’t that hungry. I don’t know if it was the new supplements making me feel fuller, or if I really wasn’t hungry, or if I was just so bored with the food choices that I didn’t want to eat. Regardless, I ate a bowl of soup rather fretfully and sat in my chair in a miserable lump of unhappiness, but not hungry enough to crave anything bad for me.
I suppose, all things considered, that’s better than shackling myself to a window to prevent myself from attacking a moldy butt of bread from last week.
Wonder of wonders, I found I was actually low on my calorie count. Actually, a little dangerously low. I’m not sure what to do about that. I mean, how great a habit would that be, to get used to eating high fat foods to make up my calorie count for the day? And later, when I’m not low on my calorie count, but I’m still used to the high fat foods? Aiyah. (That’s Asian for “oy vey.”)
Tomorrow we get a basket of veggies from our organic co-op, but I’ll also need to go shopping for some veggies I need for general detox (talked about that yesterday) and some other sources of protein. I’ve been avoiding cheese for some reason. I know, I know, a temporary mental aberration. I’ll buy some tomorrow.
It seems the only way I can release my frustrations is by blogging about it, so lucky you, you get to hear all about it. (I’ll probably I thought about carbs ALL DAY.
I had to be more deliberate about my cooking to find something both I and Captain Caffeine could eat. He’s a trooper, lovely man, so I settled on chicken vegetable soup. It wasn’t the tastiest soup I’ve made, unfortunately. (Next time I’m using the pressure cooker to make broth and then adding the chicken rather than throwing the raw chicken pieces in water in the crockpot for a few hours—the broth just wasn’t as flavorful as when I make broth with the pressure cooker.)
I wanted to go out and buy a donut.
Around dinnertime, I found I wasn’t that hungry. I don’t know if it was the new supplements making me feel fuller, or if I really wasn’t hungry, or if I was just so bored with the food choices that I didn’t want to eat. Regardless, I ate a bowl of soup rather fretfully and sat in my chair in a miserable lump of unhappiness, but not hungry enough to crave anything bad for me.
I suppose, all things considered, that’s better than shackling myself to a window to prevent myself from attacking a moldy butt of bread from last week.
Wonder of wonders, I found I was actually low on my calorie count. Actually, a little dangerously low. I’m not sure what to do about that. I mean, how great a habit would that be, to get used to eating high fat foods to make up my calorie count for the day? And later, when I’m not low on my calorie count, but I’m still used to the high fat foods? Aiyah. (That’s Asian for “oy vey.”)
Tomorrow we get a basket of veggies from our organic co-op, but I’ll also need to go shopping for some veggies I need for general detox (talked about that yesterday) and some other sources of protein. I’ve been avoiding cheese for some reason. I know, I know, a temporary mental aberration. I’ll buy some tomorrow.
Comments
Good luck!
Joy
Add a healthy salad to the soup for a more filling meal. Are you eating 5-6 times per day? I also discovered that when I eat more earlier in the day, I'm less likely to crave snacks or be hungry in the evening.
Finally, I exercise after dinner, which pretty much kills any desire to snack before bedtime. And the more consistently I exercise, the easier it is to follow my low carb routine. Not sure why, but I've found that to be true.
Camy
But Gina, are you going to be no carb forever? I totally could not do that!