Has anyone got a bootleg ebook copy of TRANSGRESSIONS?
PLEASE - if you have, please can you email me a copy? I promise I won't make any judgement or complain but I'm desperate to get hold of the file.
The problem is this: I've withdrawn the book from Perseus, and I need to start editing it for re-release with Lethe Press, but I DON'T HAVE THE LATEST EDITION. The only Word copy I can find is the original unedited one, and that's no use to me at all as it was substantially edited by Perseus.
so PLEASE - email me a copy on erastes at erastes dot com and I'll be your best friend!!!
OK - so I haven't been around again and I apologise for that
I've hit my first major weight target - I cut the year into segments months and my target for end of October was 364 pounds (loss of 3 stone) and I made that today. THREE STONE! I am staggered that I've lost that much while still eating bacon and eggs and butter and cream and meat but also staggered that I still feel so bloody heavy (which I am, obviously) and that it's still hard to get around. No wonder I was nearly immobile three stone ago.
So I've set a new target of another 4 months and a sensible rate of 2 pounds a week (hopefully it should be more, but a lower target means less disappointment) which will take me to 332 pounds by end of February.
I realise that this is a long haul and it's going to be at least 3 years before I'm down to anything like a "normal" weight but I know I can do it and best of all - for the first time ever I'm doing it myself and FOR myself.
I had/have an issue with alcohol - I admit very freely that I like a drink once a week and giving it up is something I'm not prepared to do but after experimentation with vodka and wine I realise that I CAN'T have a regular boozy night AND lose weight (I know this is obvious, but I needed to haul it into the light and examine it) so I'm still going to have a drink from time to time, but will have to KNOW (rather than hope) that that week is unlikely to be a week I'll lose weight. It's good in the long run for when I need to sustain the weight loss - I need to know what treats will have be balanced when I'm careful not to balloon again.
dad's OK. I haven't been down to see him for a while because he simply doesn't care whether I'm there or not. It's not his fault but he's quite CONTENT which is good to see. It's an hour each way and I sit there while he sleeps or walks about and I generally come away feeling more guilty and miserable than when I arrived. I do feel guilty not visiting more often but visiting is worse.
ETA: Since I typed this (last week) I've had a bit of a tragedy which some of you (from Twitter) will already know. My dear fat furry Severus died last week.( Read more...Collapse )
Hi, hope you are all well!
Good news from me for a change – I’ve lost a further 3 pounds this week (even with a drinkie night last Friday) which has really perked me up. this means that I’m finally on the stone below which is always a good boost – and that in total in 2 months, I’ve lost THIRTY ONE pounds. Of course I have still about 200 pounds to LOSE (yes, you read that right) but I’m happy now that I CAN do it and the lowcarb seems to really suiting me.
Imagine carrying a 15 stone man with you, all day. I must have been mad to let myself get this bad. Anyway! good news.
Dad is a lot better and is eating which is great. He got so thin I was so worried – plus being so thin affected his immune system and his skin which is covered in sores, but now he’s eating seconds and thirds and they are indulging him in whatever he wants which is such a relief.
Pills have definitely helped me with the depression, but now I feel NOTHING which is worrying. I can’t feel happy or sad. I’ll stick with it a while longer and see if anything changes.
So, other than the not-writing, I’m definitely in a better place. How you lot?
and not before time, either.
Email received 9 hrs ago:
To our Authors,
Today, I regret to inform you that a decision has been made that Noble Romance Publishing will be exiting the publishing business.
We are not insolvent, we are not going bankrupt, we simply have decided that we no longer wish to be in the business and therefore we will be exiting this business in a professional, orderly fashion.
Over the next 30 days, we will remove all books for sale through all sales channels.
We will continue to send monthly royalty statements out and pay all royalties owed until all payments have been collected. We anticipate that this could be as soon as October, but we do not completely control third party sales.
Once this process is complete, this means that your rights will automatically revert to you per our agreement and if you need a letter confirming this, please email us and we will be happy to provide you one.
We wish to thank all of you who have been good partners with us and we wish everyone nothing but the best.
I’ve asked them for that letter of confirmation and will be shopping Tributary around when received. There are great stories in The Last Gasp compilation and they deserve a better publisher
another 3 pounds lost this week which sort of surprised me, but didn’t, at the same time.
By that I mean I FELT better, I am walking (a bit) better and it’s not so difficult getting up and down and bending down and picking stuff up, that kind of thing, easier to turn over in bed) BUT I knew I had gone a bit mad last weekend—had several bottles of wine and had in consequence eaten a lot the next day (although still keeping it low carb it was pretty high calorie as I mopped up the alcohol with whatever came to hand) so I assumed I’d be stationary as per weight lost. So was thrilled to find I was xxx stone 1 pound.
Only two more pounds and I can start thinking that I’m another stone lighter, always a good morale boost. I’m still not comfortable sharing that xxx number, because I’m probably the fattest person in Norfolk, or at least the one walking about – and that includes all the tourists!
So, yeah – I’ve eaten a lot this week, eaten belly pork slices two or three times a week so it really does go to show that calories have NOTHING to do with weight loss, as I’m way over what I “should” be eating in a “normal” diet, where they say I should be eating 1000 to 1500 calories a day, I usually hit that figure by lunchtime.
Total so far then 27 pounds – one more pound and that’s two stone in just over 2 months. My trousers are getting loose too, I’ve had to take the waistband in a bit—I shall keep the trousers though, so I can do the cliched “this is how big I used to be” when I apply for Slimmer of the Century. *snort*
I suppose if a slimmer person was doing this, they might not have such a speedy loss, although I’d read blogs which say they have – I’m happy with one or two pounds a week but three a week is bunce.
I have discovered that hats are easy – after my disaster with the Jayne hat and a rather wibbly wobbly T.A.R.D.I.S hat – I’ve done the Fair Isle one I posted the other day and knitted in just two days – this one, a lovely Space Invaders Beanie! What’s even better is that apart from the chart on this one, I didn’t follow a pattern but just cast on 99 stitches and then did decreases at the top! I’m hooked and will be knitting hats full stop until winter – and if we have a winter like the last two, I’ll need them. Oh! and I also did a few Sweetheart Mock Cable ones—one for me and two for two friends. I think I’ll probably do a few Space Invader ones too and post to the undeserving! whether they like it or not.
I don’t think Sasha was too impressed.
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am trying to read and am not doing terribly well. Not really enjoying Testament of Youth although enjoy isn’t probably what it’s supposed to achieve anyway – and I started an M/M which I thought was historical and is turning out to be fantasy or AU. There’s too much sex in it for me, predictable pointless sex no cliche missed out, but the amusing thing is that the characters have quite a lot of loud masturbatory sex in a hansom cab.
Knitting: I’m doing a fair isle hat and it’s going pretty well:
as for Dad I’m happier than I’ve been for a while (the pills are working too, btw, more on that in another post) I went to see him on wednesday and he was… content. He still knws me and is happy to see me, and because he’s either changed his meds or he’s off his meds he’s a LOT more alert. He’s aware when a nurse is making tea for someone else and he calls out – “Yes please!”
I am a little concerned that because everyone else is completely ga-ga he can’t really talk to anyone, but then he doesn’t show any interest in chatting – although he can talk and responds when you talk to him which is better than he’s been for ages because of the drugs. He didn’t get at all upset when I left, and seems quite happy so I’m more relieved than I can express. Hopefully that will wash through to my subconcious and I can stop feeling so ghastly. He’s lost so much weight though, because he simply won’t eat – his attention span isn’t up to it – but he’s content and that’s all I can ask.
Is that they breed like tribbles! (well, not exactly like tribbles but they do increase!)
I hope you can see I’m trying to keep the colour palette cool and rather sea-sidey – the bright colours such as coral and yellow are supposed to represent … well.. coral… and sand and the like. Need to have another scour of ebay to find another mega bag of scraps for a quid or two!
26 down, only about 400 to go!
Three pounds lost this week which is very pleasing. I’d been dreading the weigh-in (and had no problem leaving it a week between weighs) because I’ve been a month going up and down and staying the same. caused mainly by too big portions and pork rinds as I said before. I’ve been 2 weeks without the pork rinds/scratchings now and the weight loss has started again.
In fact I sort of cheated with the weigh because I took the first reading as 2 pounds lost, and was pleased then realised I meant to weigh myself several times and take the average – so I hopped on again to find it registered only ONE pound. Well I wasn’t having that! so I moved the scale, got on again and found I’d lost 3 pounds. Heh heh.
I’ll probably pay for that next week, but I really needed that boost after a month of OMG is this really going to work? whilst stuffing butter into my mouth at every available opportunity. Now I’m xxx stone five pounds, and so the next goal is to get below the next stone mark. It’s still a very very daunting total but the thing is, I think, is to NOT to think of the entire mountain to climb, just think of the next mile marker and work towards that.
Yesterday: Bacon & eggs, several cups of tea, cucumber for lunch (just on the go, as I took sasha out) dinner: pork chops, broccoli, Greek yogurt with blueberries. total 22 carbs.
LOVING the eating plan and as long as I can have MEAT I don’t miss pasta and potatoes one little bit.
so just because I’m not posting every day, doesn’t mean I’m not sticking to it, because I really am!
went to the doctors the other day to renew my sick certificate signing me off the dole and told him I’d lost 20 pounds on Low carb and surprisingly he was enthusiastic about the eating plan and obviously had done a lot of reading about it—knowing the basics and the reason why the weight came off. He gave me some prescription pills for the depression but I have to say I haven’t actually taken any of them yet.
One reason is because I am nervous of taking pills anyway and the other reason is that I think I’m feeling better, although I don’t know if it will last – and if I take the pills and continue to feel better I won’t know if it’s just me getting over it, or whether it’s the pills. I don’t want a crutch, you see. I know, I 'am making excuses but I can’t imagine that the pills will encourage me to start writing again – and that’s what I REALLY REALLY need more than anything.
Found a veg box company at last here in deepest Norfolk and the quality is very high – yesterday I got some more strawberries, some gooseberries and some raspberries, celery, spinach and radishes. One of the tweeters on the #lowcarb feed mentioned roasting them in olive oil or butter and they transform from bitter hot horribleness to yummyness so I’m going to give that a go tonight with my belly pork slices. I can’t tell you how much I love belly pork slices – and how much I love eating them with no guilt.
Going to try and get over to see Dad tomorrow, they need some petty cash for him anyway (despite the place costing £2 grand a month, he still has to pay for papers, shampoo and the like and any trips out…) and it will show my face. I know it sounds awful but as I’ve said before, he doesn’t register me being there – doesn’t get any pleasure from it (any more than he would do a nurse sitting holding his hand) although I’m pretty sure he still knows it’s me – and I always come away feeling dreadful for having broken him in the first place.
No other news, to be honest hope you are all as well as well can be!
I’ve had a difficult time for the last two weeks – damn Mercury! First of all the weight plateaued and in fact went UP – no matter how many times I jumped on and off the scales!
I had a good think about it – and I know I didn’t cheat, I haven’t even had a drink for weeks – so I think it must be 3 things:
1. Portion sizes
2. Pork Scratchings (Rinds.)
3. Lack of exercise
The thing is that I can’t – and won’t, specially on my experience – believe that you can “eat to your heart’s content” on this plan. as I told my doctor when he originally recommmended it, I’m a binger and if you put a chicken in front of me and say “you can eat as much meat as you want” I’m going to eat the whole thing because I have no “off switch” as most normal people seem to have. So I was eating huge amounts of meat and tons of pork scratchings.
For about 2 weeks then, the weight has kept going up and down and up again, but not showing any LOSS which was quite disheartening. The only good thing I’ve taken from this is that I never gave up. Never said “oh bugger this” and had a pizza or a Chinese. Instead I carried on, cut out roasting an entire chicken in preference for cutting pieces off and cooking individual bits, stopped the pork scratchings entirely (although THANK YOU, HENRI for the sweet parcels of them, it was hugely appreciated, and for a normal person they would have worked—not someone who eats the entire six packets in two days!)
I can’t exercise, I’m just too heavy. Just walking to the car is an achievement, seriously. I’ve found some sitting down work outs so i’ll try those this week and see what the result is by the end of the week. Weighing myself Sundays and Wednesdays now.
I’m in the groove . I am pretty confident I won’t be slipping. I JUST WANT TO GET BELOW THIS HALF STONE MARK!!
Other news – Dad seems to be doing OK back at the home. I am ashamed to say I haven’t been over to see him since he came out of hospital, but he isn’t aware of me being there or not being there, and he’s happy and isn’t asking for me, so that takes some of the guilt away. I just feel worse coming away than when I go, and that doesn’t help the depression.
Depression wise, I’m working on it. I’m still in a slough, but it’s not as bad as it was a couple of weeks ago. I’m actually trying to read – although I spent about an hour yesterday skimming through the new Kindle (and all the books I’d transferred there (they are sorted into collections on the old Kindle and when you transfer them over they are all in one batch again…) and couldn’t work out what I’d already reviewed and what I hadn’t so ended up doing nothing. I’m going to the doctor’s today to get signed off from the dole for hopefully six months and perhaps I’ll ask for some pills at last.
I’m also trying to read “Testament of Youth” by Vera Brittain which was huge in the 70s’/80’s being Shirley Williams’ mother’s memories of pre-during and post WW1. But it’s proving tough to read. It’s HUGE for a start and I seem to only be able to read about a page before I can’t read any more (this from someone who used to read 2-3 books a week) and it’s so FOREBODING which I suppose makes sense because it’s dealing with the war, but i’m hundreds of pages in and we’ve known from the beginning that she’s going to lose her fiancee and it hasn’t happened yet and she hits you over the head with the tragedy-that-is-yet-to-be every few lines and it’s just Too Much.
anyway – all in all, not too bad right now. I’m managing! Thanks to all who have been in touch, I can’t tell you how much that’s appreciated.
I was contracted with Running Press for LIFE for Transgressions. Worse than life, because it was the life of the copyright which meant 75 years after my death! However, the book didn’t do as well as RP hoped, due mainly I suspect from the recession hitting at exactly the wrong point—staff were let go and we lost the team who had originally been so enthusiatic about the m/m range—and the book fairs that we were told the books would be showcased at, including RT/RWA and London, these weren’t attended in the main.
So after a few years I started pushing for the return of rights, although I didn’t think I’d get them – but I recently got the confirmation that they were happy to do it!
so, long story short, Transgressions will be reworked (not in relation to plot) and reissued with LETHE PRESS probably sometime next year!
I’m very happy about this and would like to thank Steve Berman of Lethe for putting up with me and for having such faith in my work.
Although, reading through the comments of just about every scale on amazon, as many people say “great” as say “rubbish.”
I’d been hit with a major downer as the scales had me putting ON a pound each day for the last couple of days, despite me doing nothing different. and then his morning I was told I’d put on THREE pounds and I nearly cried. so then I got on them again. and I’d dropped from that weight to four pounds less. then i got on them again and another two pounds showing lost.
Sheesh. The ONE thing that a dieter needs is a reliable weighing system, even if that scale only shows a pound lost a week – one that fluctuates SIX POUNDS AT A TIME as these Weight Watchers scales did this morning are playing fast and loose with someone’s emotions and perhaps people could do something serious to themselves in despair. Not me, but it hit me very bad with this depression.
so basically I have no idea what I weigh. Obviously I’m taking the lowest reading I got this morning which means a pound lost since the weekend, but how do i know how accurate it is and how much it will go up next time i step on them. Going to Boots is pretty much impossible, as it’s buried deep in the Great Yarmouth mall – ten miles away with paid parking, so I’ll just have to cross my bloody fingers. great isn’t it?
Well, dad’s out of hospital, but he’s so frail. He still won’t keep still – which is why he had several falls while in hospital – but the matron of the Care Home says he’s a little more steady on his feet today. trouble is—because he’s lost so much weight – lost 10 pounds while he was in hospital – he gets tired almost immediately and can’t hold himself up. He’s just not eating – one or two mouthfuls and then he won’t eat any more even when the nurses feed him. He was already doing this before he went into hospital, and being on a food and fluid drip for a week has helped me keep the habit of not putting stuff in his mouth. I don’t know what will happen, all they can do is try and tempt him with yoghurts and high calorie drinks but they can’t force him to eat and he’ll just continue to lose weight until he gets ill again, i guess.
It’s a worry, and there’s nothing I can do.
Lost a pound over the weekend, which is good. Not weighing myself until at least thursday.
Bought some glasses which were entirely FREE – which was a big surprise, i know they weren’t free last time. I paid thirty quid in the end, because I wanted a pair of sunglasses, so got the “buy one” get one free option. LOL. so something went right, anyway.
which is good, in a certain sort of way – although I do hope it’s not going all Twin Peaks and we never find out what the blue blazes is going on.
I’ve just started series 2 and I’ll tell you what really annoys me about it, its that because it’s based on Forbrydelsen from Denmark they’ve got all out to copy the tone and feel of the Scandi Noir, just because (I’m guessing) Forbrydelsen was so popular internationally.
Now, I’ve been to Seattle. I was only there for a couple of days, and I was hugely lucky – they tell me – that it didn’t rain (but seeing as I came from Ireland, that didn’t phase me). I loved the place and if I were ever to move to the US – yeah, right, I’m not insane 0 that’s just the sort of place I’d choose. Outdoorsy as well as having a nice clean city. But in the Killing - everyone in Seattle, from the Governor (Hi, Jim Robinson!) to homeless kids wears unremitting black, white, grey, sludge. Sarah even stomps around in Scandinavian jumpers. Everyone drives a monochrome car. ABD IT RAINS all the time. No showers, just heavy thick unremitting rain. where are the Skittle coloured cabs that Seattle has, for a start? If I lived there, I’d be fairly pissed at how it’s portrayed, and it certainly wouldn’t want me rush to visit it!
But, good show. Just hope it doesn’t keep having twisty endings and we never get to a conclusion. The Killing can refer to ANOTHER killing, after all.
thing that have cocked up today
1. Cant find my glasses. ANYWHERE. i always put them by the bed but not there, and not anywhere else. I’m sure they’ll turn up, but trouble is, WITHOUT glasses, it’s hard to just look generally.
2. two calls from hospital to tell me dad’s had a fall “he needs someone looking after him 24/7 but we don’t have the staff….”
3. can’t go to hospital because of 1.
4. Optician can’t see me till monday. Will have to drive there, squinting and hope I don’t get pulled over. Unlikely they can do the glasses on the day so could be “a couple of days” could be “a week” – great! whoever said “should have gone to specsavers” should be SHOT.
5. keep losing other stuff because of 1.
6. Have chest infection
7. got my first ever speeding ticket through the post. I know. I know. But I am the proverbial slug, maximum of 50 or 60 depending on the road but this time i was going 35 in a 30 zone and I saw the police van too late. I hope that everyone who was behind me going the same speed got a ticket too. Never had one before, my licence is SPOILED.
apart from that, everything’s fucking great. How’s you?
Wow – lost FOUR POUNDS yesterday. That’s eight pounds in six days – 20 pounds overall.
and I ate tons!!!
Breakfast: bacon egg and mushrooms cooked in butter – white tea.
Lunch: Whole rainbow trout, broccoli, 200g of greek yogurt with fruit
Dinner: grillsteaks, greens, mr freeze popsicle
I love this eating plan.
I’d like to extrapolate how much I’ve actually lost. another pound gone in two days – so now I know I’ve lost 8 pounds in five days.
I think, then that I can confidently say that in the 3 weeks before I was able to weigh myself I probably lost at LEAST another 8 pounds, so I’ll stick with that. It might be an under-estimation, but th1ere’s no way of really knowing. But I’m happy with that progress! It’s quite possible I could have lost 34 pounds in total, but as I don’t know—I’ll stick with 16.
terrible dream last night, I dreamt I bought a Mars Bar, two packets of Doritos and a fat coke. Now this is a combination I would never ever ever buy – not just now but even in my worst bingeing period. I like Doritos but not mad on Mars Bars (although I’d eat them if you put one in front of me) and as for full fat coke – no thank you. Don’t like the taste of it. If I had to buy a cola, it would be Pepsi, full fat or otherwise. I only drink coke zero (with vodka) because I haven’t found a carb free Pepsi for sale round here yet. So it was an odd dream, don’t know if it was my body saying PLEASE BUY ME SUGAR AND CORN or perhaps even the Coke Conspiracy INVADING MY DREAMS! *GUFFAW*
Finding the taste of food to be enjoyable in the first time for years. for lunch I had whole rainbow trout and boiled broccoli and it was delicious, really tasting simple food is amazing and it’s surprising how you forget how nice just one or two foods can be, in this world of processed goop.
Was watching the Apprentice last night-so glad the eyebrows from hell have gone-and they invented a ready meal and one of the testers said: “I wouldn’t buy this for my kids because it doesn’t come across as being a healthy option.”
IT’S A READY MEAL FOR GOD’S SAKE. OF COURSE IT’S NOT A HEALTHY OPTION. READ THE LABEL.
I’m not going to celebrate at a month, because this is for life, I’m not treating anything like reward or punishment.
I've noticed some real changes. I don't like much salt any more - not that I ever did, much, I've not added it to eggs or tomato soup for years but now I really notice if I've put "too much" in a soup - which at the moment is the only way to get extra salt, and my salt levels (according to my food counter) is quite low, so I'm trying to think of ways to get extra. someone on twitter suggested beef stock and so I'll get some Oxo cubes or something (I used to love them as a kid, for a drink) and drink those. I bet, though, in these healthy times, they've got a lot less salt in them than they used to.
30 carbs today in spite of being rather munchie - I chomped on meat a lot which helped keep the munchies down. I'm out of celery and cucumber, must go and get some - and some cheese tomorrow. I've got some pork mince, eggs and with the cheese i'm going to attempt to make sausage egg mcmuffins WITHOUT the muffin! :D
Rang the hospital - got an student nurse who--although she'd been tending to dad and could tell me that he managed to eat something this morning, she didn't know anything else, didn't know whether his pneumonia was better, didn't even know he had been on Nil by Mouth a few days ago (as she'd been on leave for six days - who fucking cares?) and the nurse who was looking after him was on a break. I was at screaming point, specially as i'd been ringing and ringing and ringing for two days with no answer.
I couldn’t resist today—specially with the shiny shiny scales—and weighed myself. It was daft to think so, but I’d still been doubting the efficacy of the eating plan. We are all so brain washed into thinking “hey, stop stuffing bacon into the skin of that chicken, in fact take the skin OFF the chicken because no one can eat fat like this and lose weight!” Even up to today I believed-REALLY believed this. I was sticking to the plan while still disbelieving that it works, and I can’t tell you how great it is to be proved wrong and all the (considerable) research (you know me and loving research) I’ve done on Low Carb eating was actually telling it like it is.
It shows just how dark a place my brain had got to where I had not only doubted the measurements I took recently but also these Weight Watchers scales that had told me a couple of days ago that I’d lost four pounds.
This is making a short story very long, but I expected nothing, therefore, when I stepped on the scales. In fact I really really thought that the weights it had shown before were simply nonsense, because I considered that I must be over the maximum weight and it was therefore pumping out gobbledegook. However it’s been my own brain that was pumping out gobbledegook and I think that seeing that I’ve lost THREE POUNDS in two days, (7 pounds since 22nd) has finally convinced me that I’m not imagining it, there IS hope and I CAN do this.
I didn’t/don’t think that my weight has led directly to my depression. I’ve been overweight before, and fat->obsese->morbidly obese in stages for 13 years so I’m not saying it’s the only cause. But I do think that losing the weight will help to lift the depression.
Every single thing else that’s wrong with me (and it’s quite a list) is due to one simple thing. Me putting too much of the wrong thing into my gob. It seems utterly suicidal to me that someone would allow themself to get into this position (after all, I’m very much at risk of keeling over at any time) JUST BECAUSE I eat too much. So I’m more than sure that with each pound that comes off, things will improve a little tiny bit each day.
after all—as my great Ancestor said often:-
“Every day in every way, I’m getting better and better.” – Frank Spencer
Breakfast: hash as normal. Lunch: trout and a small rump steak. Dinner grill steaks and wilted greens, greek yoghurt and berries, quarter cucumber for a snack – 30 carbs in total
“don’t weigh yourself every day” is a very good mantra. But it’s funny what depression does to you(that’s a bit of an oxymoron or whatever the term is) – I doubt everything. Not just the normal “did i turn the gas off” but as I mentioned the other day I doubt that the measurements I took were accurate and I didn’t believe the scales either. (Not thinking there were overestimating my weight, I just found it coincidental that the scale went up to xxx stone and 8 pounds and I weighed in at xxx stone and six pounds, just two pounds under the max. Hmm, I said. Don’t believe you.
So i weighed myself this morning just to confirm this—and guess what?
I’D LOST FOUR POUNDS!!!!!
so I’m choosing NOT to doubt this information—particularly as I’d read so many stories of “on low carb the weight melted off” and an Ozzie guy who is doing a blog about his weight loss is weighing himself daily and is generally losing a pound a day. Four pounds is fabulous but I know it’s because I’m as heavy as I am, it won’t last and I’ll be happy with one or two pounds a week when it slows down.
I’m definitely not going to weigh myself again for at least 3 or 4 days. don’t think I’ll last a whole week. Will let you know.
what I found VERY amusing was the scale instructions (they are glass! I was terrified to get on them) which say “don’t put anything on the surface of the scales.” I mean wtf?
well i bought a pair of scales which amazingly go up to my weight. And it was a very very scary weight too. 3 stone more than I imagined the worst weight. Anyway, I shall weigh myself next saturday so fingers crossed.
delicious dinner today – rump steak (really cheap from Lidl) with fresh local asparagus cooked in butter all topped with melted cheese. SO delicious. Breakfast was the normal hash (never going to get bored of that) and lunch was a dressed crab and a couple of bockwurst. total today only 17! so i’m going to treat myself to some yogurt and fruit because I’m not getting enough calcium. Not getting enough anything except protein and fat, to be honest! LOL.
Went to see Dad today, didn’t stay long because he’s not responsive and he fell asleep but he’s better than he was. He’s on a normal ward and he was out of bed today- because it’s better for him to be sitting up. Because he’s not on the drugs to keep him calm he was really alert, wide open eyes which is the first time I’ve seen that for months. I’m going to speak to his doctor when he goes back to the home about keeping him off the drugs. We discussed that a while back, and as long as he doens’t get aggressive again, I think it will be better for him. Anyway, it will probably be a while before he’s well enough to get assessed for return. I don’t know whether I have to pay for his place while he’s in hospital.
as for the anti-depressant course, it was ghastly, as I thought it would be. One of the presenters was a trainee and the other one was an ex-social worker, complete with wrist beats and kalaedoscope socks. the first week concerned “what is depression” together with “what are your symptoms” shortly followed by a list of symptoms. And people who present power point presentations AND SIMPLY READ THE WORDS ON THE SCREEN OUT LOUD deserve shooting as far as I’m concerned. The whole thing is about Cognitive Behaviour Therapy which basically means that to break out of the cycle of depression you need to recognise the things you can change, change them and that should break the cycle. I appreciate this BUT if you can’t be ARSED to do anything about the problems, how the hell do you start? “do something you like” – well that’s the problem, I don’t want to do anything I like. I can’t read. I can’t write. I can hardly get dressed and I don’t even wash unless I’m going out. thank go for animals or I’d never get out of bed.
It all smacks of “buck up!” which is really the last thing I need.
still no idea of how to weigh myself (although I could kick myself, I should have asked to get weighed at the other surgery I went to yesterday) but I did take some measurements three days ago, neck, knee, wrist, etc – couldn’t do waist or hips or bust as the measure isnt big enough.
BUT – all the measurements have gone down! Of course, me being me, I immediately doubted the measurements and thought “oh, well i couldn’t have measured them accurately the first time” but all FIVE indicators are showing half an inch reduction, and I couldn’t have been inaccurate for all of them. I wish now that I’d measured myself 3 weeks ago. ho hum.
yesterday was particularly unhealthy, but very low carb, hash breakfast as usual –7 carbs, lump of cheese packet of pork scratchings for lunch – 4 carbs, ditto for dinner with a couple of strawberries – 8 carbs.
My mate Henri sent me a huge packet of pork scratchings which is just wonderful. they aren’t the Mr Porky ones either, but a more local product. Zero carb treat!
I had to go for a counselling session today – which wasn’t at all what I expected. Apprently the NHS don’t DO one-to-one depression counselling. That’s nice.
Instead of which this woman who said she was a depression therapist (I’m guessing that’s not a ten year medical training post) and has booked me on : (wait for it…)
a “Positive Wellbeing Workshop”
gah. Tell me, anyone who knows ANYTHING about me (even when fit and well and completely undepressed) does this sound like something I’m going to like?
It all sounds a bit happy-clappy to me. I’m betting there will be kum-ba-yaing and group hugs. and ….*shudder* improvisational mime.
and this is SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER????
There are times when I hate England, and shopping is one of those times.
I hate shopping at the best of times, always have. Being dragged around the shops with mother on a Saturday morning was like torture. I didn’t want new clothes and I certainly didn’t want a nice frock or a new coat – no matter how “that little girl over there would love it”.
I like to know what I want in advance, get out, get in the shop, buy it, get out. That’s it. Window shopping? WHY? Online shopping has been like a new world for me, the wonder of NEVER HAVING TO GO SHOPPING AT ALL is simply gorgeous. And this morning doesn’t make me think any differently.
Shop 1. “Martham Market” it was called. Big sign outside boasting fresh mushrooms and eggs. I never saw any evidence of those, and I went in expecting it to be a nice local shop crossed with a local farm shop only to find a very very tired old corner shop with one fridge of milk and cheese full of crappy stuff, shelves of odd things like colouring books, one harry potter book, and boxes of zips…. Bought some cheese and ran away.
Shop 2. The Co-op Pharmacy. Wanted: constipation cure, fibre supplement, pottasium supplement.
1. Picked up Senekot.
2. Assistant had to call pharmacist regarding potassium and he treated me like a criminal. WHY did I need it? WHY wasn’t the doctor prescribing it? No, he didn’t have any, and I’d have to get it from the doctor after blood tests.
3. Fibre. No, nothing like that I’m afraid – perhaps you’d have more luck at Holland and Barrett?
REALLY? I should have gone online to h&b where I could have got the lot without hassle. or being treated like a weirdo. Or having to wait TEN FUCKING MINUTES while you tried to get your till to work.
a farm shop advertising potatoes, beets, eggs. I nipped out and picked up eggs (far too bloody expensive, aren’t they supposed to be cheaper than Tesco?) two bundles of rather sad wilted rhubarb. asked the man if he had beet greens (he had a ton of beets).
He said – and I can hardly believe this (as he had a customer there with MONEY in her hand)-“I might do, later. If people want the beets without the greens, I’ll cut them off.”
Watching “Exam” – film 'I’d never heard of before. Think “apprentice” with intelligent people a locked room and no rules. I think I know where it’s heading, excellent so far!
watched filmed called “Primer” yesterday, which won a shed of awards in 2004 and cost $7k to make! However, although it is obviously “the thinking person’s time travel film” I was noT clever enough to understand it, and despite having read the plot description in detail on Wiki, I still don’t understand it. It was good though! I think! LOL.
I’m out of several vital low carb things such as cheese and yoghurt and bacon. Taking doggo to Martham common later for a mad run and will stock up. I forget I can have things like cream, so there’s no need to have a “thin soup” ever again – it’s still years of conditioning impinging on the way I cook!
Have finished my sweetheart hat – and am knitting a few others for gifts, so if you get a hat through the post which is covered in cat hair and looks like a dalek knitted it, you’ll know where it came from.
Can’t get through to the hospital—he’d been moved and no one had told me (was pretty angry about that, bloody cheeky nurse told me there was no reason to let me know – charming if i’d walked all the through the hosp to get there to find he was all the way on the other side! as i write now, I’m trying to get through to his ward but the phone just keeps ringing and ringing, been ringing for ten minutes….
weather glorious but I really feel like crap. Got my depression appointment tomorrow—only taken a month, and still haven’t heard from the cardiologist—and frankly the depression appointment can’t come fast enough. I know it’s not fun to read about—I have hated to read other depression posts on my LJ from others, but I suppose we write just to write, not specifically to be read. “In a black hole” isnt really summing it up at the moment. at the beginning of the year i felt down in the dumps. Now, I’d have to climb to get up to the dumps.Even though the weather is PERFECT and entirely tailored for me, 19 degrees with a nice cool breeze., I was on the beach the other day, sun shining and Sasha running around wagging her tail and being as happy as a sandboy whatever that is, and all i wanted to do was to bury myself in the sand and cry.
ok that’s enough of that, or I’ll delete the lot and that would achieve nothing.
Breakfast was mush, egg and bacon in butter as normal with a lovely cuppa.
Lunch will probably be roast chicken legs with some fruit
dinner, beef grillsteaks with greens. looking forward to that.
I can’t weigh myself, I can’t even really measure myself. I’ve managed to measure wrist, above elbow, neck, knee and nipple to nipple but the tape measure won’t go around my body – am literally more round than I am tall, which is hugely embarrassing!
Haven’t run the hospital yet, will do so in an hour – but i haven’t heard anything so no news is not bad news.
Hope everyone is well! thank you all for your support, can’t tell you how much it’s appreciated. xxx
1. I’m hungry today. Had normal breakfast hash – 7 carbs, lunch – a chunky thin soup with celery, mushroom, bacon, chicken, onion, garlic 9 carbs – several cups of tea – 4 carbs and will probably have several grillsteaks tonight and a few strawberries. - that will push me up to about 35 carbs (the onion made me higher than I want to be.)
2 what are beet greens like? I mean Norfolk is the Beet capital of the world, so there must be tonnes around, although I reckon they just chip them for compost or something. they are 3rd lowest in carbs on my list…
3. rang the hospital this mornng, dad is no better and no worse, they are still doing tests to see what the infection is and they are having problems with him keeping his oxygen mask on and his canulae in. She asked if I were coming in, and I felt dreadful saying “no”… I must seem like the worst daughter in the world, but it’s a long way from here, the other side of Norwich, so it’s about £5 in petrol and £2 in parking – which from £60 a week income isn’t funny. But it does make me feel sick, not to go, even if it’s a waste of time when I do go.
4. Horrible Histories is back !!!!!!! – and I didn’t know!! Just as brilliant as ever and some of the songs are just amazing. I give you for your hilarity, Mathew Baynton doing Charles Dickens doing Morrisey doing a Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now spoof, A Rosa Parks soul song about Civil Rights and just gob stompingly BRILLIANT: “Simon and Garfunkel” Vikings which references just about ALL of their hits in lyrics or in the music. GENIUS. It’s not just me who loves this show—Al Murray and Mark Gatiss are now regulars on it.
Went over to the hospital to see dad – left Sasha at home and she’s not been used to that, so she was super lovvie when i got home. Dad’s insensible and on oxygen and antibiotics. I sat and talked to him for a while, then came home. Was quite upsetting. what’s upsetting me the most is that when Mother went into a coma with her cancer—luckily she only had about a week of really bad pain—they (and i understand this is standard practice, but it’s ghastly) withdrew food and fluids and basically she starved and dehydrated to death. I still haven’t got over that, it haunts me—and I don’t think I can bear that with dad, although I obviously won’t have any say in the matter. I don’t get that doctors can kill patients in this way, but aren’t allowed to give an overdose.
Anyway – carb-wise, today has been a DISASTER. I’m already over 50. I went into Mcds drive in on the way to the hospital and got a McTasty, threw the bun away and ate the lettuce, tomato, meat, cheese and bacon. I felt smug, like I’d put one over on McD’s by having a zero carb (near enough, the cheese possibly made it 1) lunch. But I made the mistake of having a fruit smoothie.
firstly – BOY can you taste the sugar after nearly 3 weeks of low carb – it was delicious (far far too delicious) but omg so fucking sweet. and secondly – 49 CARBS!!! WHAT A MORON I AM. I should have had a fruitizz – they are “only” 25g of carbs. I do love fruit drinks. I can give up pasta, but I MISS MY FRUIT.
So, I’m assuming that one just continues after a disaster, rather than try and cut back tomorrow. day 18 eh? *proud*
I was a bit hungry today, and I can only put that down to a lack of fat – I didn’t have any butter with my breakfast fry up and all the day my stomach has been, not growling, but butterfly-y if you get me. I had a lot of yoghurt for lunch and a lot of chicken broth (home made) for dinner and i’m on 33 carbs which isn’t too bad.
Bad news about my father – the care home rang this afternoon and said that he’d had a fall and the GP had been called out. dad’s got a nasty chest infection (i put this squarely at him not having his vitamins every day, he’s never EVER had a cold, let alone a chest infection, but then for the last 40 years he’s had multivits, vitamin c, calcium supplements and cod liver oil every single day.) They asked me if there was a “higher directive” which I take to mean “instructions he’s left” as to whether in the instance it happens he didn’t want to go into hospital but is made comfortable at the nursing home. I had to be honest, he’s never said anything like that—although I think he would probably want it that way if he was compos mentis enough to be asked. I know he doesn’t want resuscitation, and I told them that when he was admitted, but just having to discuss that made me feel like a murderer.
so he’s on his way to the Norwich & Norfolk and whether he ever comes out again is a matter of time. I’ll go over to see how he’s doing tomorrow, although i doubt he’ll register the visit, he is really sunk into his own little world, but perhaps he might rally a bit in hospital. I suppose, though, although his decline has been sudden and shocking, at least he’s not in the pain mother was with her cancer.
I have two styes, never had a stye in my life and now I have two, one on the edge of my eyelid and one inside! really unpleasant.
I missed posting yesterday, but I’m sure you didn’t miss all this dull information!
I was good, though, and my total carb count was:23 this was mainly because I had bowls of chicken broth throughout the day and was never really in a hungry mood.
I wouldn’t mind some chocolate today but HATE dark/bitter stuff, I’ll have a good hard look at the GNAWFOLK peanut butter range when I go out with Sasha later, I’m only on around 10 so far today, so perhaps I can risk one bar of the stuff….
egg, bacon & mushroom hash cooked in butter as usual, cup white tea, half pint water
Lunch: hot roast chicken
home made hot lemon drink
Dinner: Not sure, possibly cauliflower and broccoli cheese.
And it’s been really easy, to be honest. Apart from today where I have had the carby munchies like you wouldn’t believe. this is not because I’m deprived of carbs, I think—but I lay the blame on an excess of vodka from last night…serves me right.
I set out to buy some pork scratchings – who would have thought that those disgustingly delicious bags of fat would work in a weight loss plan?—but failed to buy any. the guy in the garage I went into hadn’t even heard of them, so I got cheese instead.Pro think I’m going to have to find a real butcher (a rare thing these days) and get him to find me fatty meats and pig skin so I can make my own scratchings.
Probably just as well, anyway. I can imagine what people would think about a hugely fat person buying a bazillion bags of pork scratchings and a coke zero…
Breakfast hash as usual, black tea, pint of lemon drink – 7 carbs
Lunch/snacks 2 cups of home made chicken broth, huge lump of red leicester cheese, coke zero, some brazils, 2 frozen strawberries, celery stalk, white teas, 8 carbs
Dinner – tesco reformed peppered grill steaks x 2, pan of fried mushrooms and greens in butter 15 carbs. (although I need to get my tracker to recalculate the greens as they are coming up zero and that’s not right, but it’s the fibre, i should have added the fibre to the carbs, as it’s an american tracker which does that automatically!)
30 carbs in total.
Aside from one slip, I’m proud of myself! sorry only to post about this stuff, but the other stuff going on? You really wouldn't want to hear about.!
and i am going to write 300 words today. I don’t know what on, but I’m going to OPEN WORD and do something. I hate the hundreds of emails in my inbox where everyone is having exciting new things happen to them—edits, publishing deals, conferences etc etc and all I have scheduled in my writing career is the release of I KNEW HIM later and that’s it. Nothing anywhere NEAR finished, or even having a plot where I know where it ends! If I can finish a book this year, that will be a goal I can do, and will help me get back on track.
I’m SO lucky—I know this—to have two wonderful publishers who believe in me, and friends who are happy to let me work stuff out and will welcome me back if and when I can drag my head out from under the duvet, so I need to stop grieving, stop navel gazing and get on with writing. My parents were both so supportive and proud of my writing—were they here, or able to understand, they would be disappointed and sad that I’m letting my writing slip because of them. If I can stick to this diet, sorry, new way of eating (not a diet)—and I am pretty sure I can, as it’s delicious—then I get get my head out of my arse and be the organised determined person I used to be with a single goal for my writing—to make gay historicals as popular as lesbian ones!Breakfast: Scrambled Egg, Bacon, Mushrooms, fried in butter, white tea – 5 carbs
Lunch: lots of chicken, devoured Henry 8th stylee, natural yogurt with frozen blueberries –13 carbs
lemon drink – 2 pints – 2 carbs
wasn’t hungry in evening, nibbled on cucumber and brazils – possibly six carbs
What I am looking forward to is getting my feet back. My feet started to go numb several years ago, just pins and needles in the toes at first and gradually worse and worse to the stage where I can’t now not wear shoes at any time (although the only shoes I can wear are Crocs, thank god for them (and Elin). I never wore shoes unless I had to, my mother encouraged that, as a child, taking the shoes off as soon as you got home—makes the feet healthier—and I’ve never changed from that. But now, because of the numbness of my feet, I have a reduced sense of balance. I’ve noticed that over the past 2 weeks the numbness is slightly (slightly) reduced, so I remain optimistic that I might get the feeling back eventually. I’m hoping the oedema will reduce too, although whether I’ll be left with hideous loose skin on my legs once the water retention has gone, or whether I’ll be stuck with it for ever, I don’t know.( Read more...Collapse )
Breakfast – breakfast: chopped bacon, one tomato, 2 oz cheese fried in butter, white tea - 8 carbs
Lunch: had breakfast quite late, and had to go and get the shopping at lunchtime so wasn’t hungry. pint of water, five strawberries – 4 carbs
dinner: really delicious! a big pan of wilted greens in butter and a dollop of peanut butter (you need a BUCKET of greens to get a decent amount…) 3 reformed pepper grillsteaks from tesco (first processed food, but only 2.3 carbs each, as they have breadcrumbs in them) 19 carbs
white tea – three– 2 carbs
pint of homemade lemon drink – 1 carb
Breakfast – bacon egg and mushrooms as before – pint of home made lemon drink 11 carbs
Lunch: roast chicken, 2 strawberries – pint of home made lemon drink – 3 carbs
dinner: asparagus in butter, s poached eggs, brocolli & cauli with cheese on 8 carbs
22 carbs(goalmax of 30)
I do feel better, which is the point I guess. Although I had a MAJOR sleepy hit me this morning after breakfast, so much so i had to go back to bed. don’t know if that is low carb related, or not. But I feel more alert in general, less ADHD ish.
No clue as to any weight loss, which is a shame because i really need that encouragement. However the water loss seems to be kicking in as I’m peeing for England. (tmi, I know…) Have bought some multivits, and some calcium+vitamin d to stop me fretting about lack of calcium and potassium.
today: Breakfast, 2 eggs, 3 rasher bacon, cup of sliced mushrooms fried in butter, black tea – 10 carbs
Lunch: roast chicken, 200g full fat yogurt with 10 blueberries and four Brazils: 15 carbs
dinner: two large mugs of home made chicken broth made with chicken carcass, matthesson sausage, celery stick, bacon and the onion from inside the chicken. – 3 carbs.
snack: 3 strawberries: 3 carbs
total 31 carbs.
I never do this. I went into a store today – just to buy dog food – and started staring at the shelves and boggling at all the stuff I wasn’t allowed.
Then I cheered up, bought a matthesson garlic sausage and scoffed it in the car. carb free wickedness!
Breakfast 2 eggs/bacon/mushroom fried hash in butter, handful of blueberries – 8 carbs
Lunch: hot roast chicken legs, - zero carbs, two strawberries: 2 carbs
snack: aforesaid matthesson garlic sausage – zero carbs
two pints of water with lemon juice and hermesetas – 1 carb
dinner vegetable stock, three tomatoes, – half cup brazils – 15 carbs
total 26 (target, not more than 30)
Am disgustingly pleased with myself that I’ve done a week. Shopping is easy as I just re-order most of what I had last week from Tesco online. No temptation from the demon supermarkets. I’ve just seen, that as long as I faithfully feed the english muffin to Sasha/throw it out of the window, I can even have a double sausage egg mcmuffin from time to time which is great news because it’s only the meat eggs and cheese i like anyway.
Missed breakfast this morning as the shopping didn’t arrive until lunchtime, had 3 boiled eggs, an ounce of cheese and a cuppa tea for lunch. Then a steak, and vegetable cheese (boiled mixed veg covered in cheese and grilled) for dinner with four large strawberries. .
I want to move to Philly as I think cheese steak is possibly my favourite thing ever. Don’t know why I haven’t mixed the two before seeing as how cheeseburgers are such a great love!
I’m using the www.sparkpeople.com food tracker – it doesn't track low carb diets specifically, but you can tweak the tracking to track net carbs in the final report which you request when you’ve eaten everything. It’s a tad confusing because the carbs it tracks as you go are carbs with fibre, so it always seems you are scoffing more carbs than you are. However, today I managed to get a reasonable calorie count as well as a good carb count, so that’s a double win. It also tracks potassium and i’m lacking, so that’s handy to know.
I am beginning to want alcohol, though. However, vodka is about the only option (that I like and is carb free) and I hesitate from suddenly becoming that woman who buys wine once a week to the woman who buys a bottle of vodka once a week…..and it’s blood test day tomorrow but buggrit. Haven’t had a drink for nearly two weeks and I NEED IT!!
Cor! day six!
The major problem I have is that I am unable to weigh myself due the to the heaviness. I went into the doctors a few years back and told him that I (obviously) wanted to lose weight and could I come in and weigh myself once a week and he said no. (Heâs terribly supportive as you can tell). He said he couldnât tie up a nurse once a week to do something like that. turns out also that he doesnât have one of those sliding weight scales anyway that goes up to major stones. I can easily highlight this manâs incompetence by the way he tried to weigh me. He put me on TWO sets of scales, one foot on eachâ¦. amazingly â and that will should you â that didnât work!
There used to be scales everywhere in public places what happened to them?
So the only way I can assess my loss is by clothes or by measuring my waist, perhaps. Itâs annoying because I wonât get that encouragement or even know if I AM losing. My doubt about the programme is still very high, despite all the books/articles/websites, still finding it difficult to understand that I can have a lovely mess of bacon and eggs in butter and lose weight it still goes against everything Iâve ever been taught.
Yesterday: Breakfast: egg and bacon and veggies in butter. Lunch -(quite a lot of) chicken off the bone, celery and cucumber, dinner: asparagus in butter, yoghurt blueberries brazils, couple of huge strawberries.
Today: Breakfast: egg and bacon and veggies as above, lunch: chicken bouillon made with veggies and carcass of chicken, dinner: trout, asparagus in olive oil. strawberries.
Didnât want dinner, actually, but thought iâd better eat rather than get hungry later and scoff all the strawberries in the fridge (have loads of them!)
It’s interesting, actually. When I was living at home my mother had a very simple “diet” that she or my dad would do just to knock off a stone if they’d crept up too much.
Neither of them were overweight – so I can’t exactly blame the genes, but dad would creep up to 11 or 12 stone and mum would go up to 9 stone and then they’d act (Mum was short).
she simply restricted bread cakes biscuits and anything with wheat! One potato a day, or one slice of bread a day and the weight would fall off the pair of them. I don’t think at all that she knew the science of it, simply that it worked.
Looks like my mother could have been Atkins and made a fortune if she’d published a cook book back in the 60’s!!
It’s nice to learn that several of you have been inspired to Low carb-along with me, so let us all encourage each other. I’m going to make a list with you in an read it separately. I DO feel better, which is possibly just psychosomatic, but I do. The sun helps a lot, too.
Had a call from Dad’s Nursing Home last night to tell me that Dad isn’t very well and could I come over and visit as he’s “low” in spirits. I’m going over today, although I don’t think my presence will do anything, as he doesn’t seem aware that I’m there, tbh.
what annoyed me was it was a so-called “Nurse” that called me, and couldn’t tell me what the doctor had said. “he’s got an infection so he’s on antibiotics” she said. and when I asked “infection of what?” she said “Oh, just a general infection” which is complete bollocks. She refused to admit that a particular thing must be infected and ended up getting annoyed with me for asking questions. I was not impressed when they had specifically said to me that I would be informed AT EVERY SINGLE CHANGE that he had had the practice nurse called out last thursday and I hadn’t been rung. she said “oh we tried your land line on saturday but there was no answer” which is NO EXCUSE. they have my mobile number (er… can we say TEXTS if you can’t get through on the mobile) and they have my email address so I’m singuglarly unimpressed.
I hope dad isn’t going into a decline, but – and I know this sounds awful – I don’t know if it wouldn’t be the best thing for him, as his quality of life is just about zero. He’s never been sick in his life (and I’m not exaggerating here, he’s had about one cold in 40 years, and other than breaking some ribs at Shell, and having a hernia he’s just never been sick – so all these “infections” are worrying, but I suppose it’s what old people pick up from each other in close proximity. *worries*
Yesterday: Breakast: eggs, bacon & veggies sauteed in butter, tea. water water water
Lunch: trout & veggies sauteed with sour cream and butter (!) tea, water water water
dinner: , chicken with raw veggies, half cup of natural full fat yog with hermeseta, blueberries and brazils
Although people say lard is good, my upbringing really finds it difficult to grok that it IS good for you – full of omega 3 and vitamin d, apparently, but I can’t get my head around the goodness of it. I’ll stick with butter right now.
today: Breakfast eggs & bacon,
Lunch: lots of raw veggies and a little chicken just cooked for tomorrow.
dinner: chicken and vegetable soup/broth made from bones of chicken – delicious! – half cup yoghurt, blueberries and brazils.
Loving this - I have to say. I think it helps that I’ve never been someone who’s eaten normally and grazes, I don’t miss carbs at all, but they say I might get a carb crash in the second week, although I don’t know what that might feel like.
Yesterday there was:
bacon & egg hash with tea/half cup yoghurt with brazils and blueberries
nibbles during the day, cucumber, celery, brazils, cherry tomatoes
inside of a pork pie (had to take a punt on this – know it’s high fat but wasn’t sure what the filling was mixed with) picked off ALL the pastry and gave it to Sasha…Spo
Dinner, roast chicken with skin, raw veggies broccoli and cauliflower.
Not enough fat, I realise that - will cook in butter from now, rather than Olive Oil, that should help, and I have some soured cream which I can do something with eggs and cheese today I’m sure. (oh the days when I could pour butter and sour cream over a big baked spud) Someone needs to genetically engineer a 15 glycaemic potato. they’d make a FORTUNE.
But all in all its pretty enjoyable. I’m not hungry (although that’s not unusual, I’m rarely hungry and don’t EAT because I’m hungry but I am appreciating food a little more, and I’m having breakfast which is a change – before it was often 4pm before I ate anything leaving me strung out.
This morning I made a bacon and egg hash again (fatty bacon misshapes from tesco, none of your lean rubbish ) with fried vegetables mixed in. Cup of tea, couple of Brazils. the Brazils have so much crunch I think they fool my brain into thinking “toast”.
Lunch will be pan fried trout (half of one) in butter with loads of veggies, some yoghurt and blueberries.
I’ve made a big bottle of water, flavoured with lemon juice with a couple of hermesetas dissolved in, it’s really nice!
Had a headache yesterday, and a small one today - looked it up, probably salt reduction (other option was caffeine but I’m having the same amount of tea as before) so am adding a little more salt to food than I normally would, and a touch in the water too.
THANK YOU ALL for your suggestions, links and tips. It’s so great to know that you are interested and behind me on this. Here’s hoping the fog will lift and I’ll be wanting to write soon.
I am not as big as I was yesterday. It may be minuscule, but it’s true!
several cups of tea (didn’t drink enough fluid, i know that..)
half a trout - panfried, how wonderful, haven’t had fried anything for so long
lots of raw broccoli and cauli dipped in salsa (which I shouldn’t have bought, i should have made)
half a raw carrot
handful of Brazils.
not a great deal, but then i don’t move around much. calorie wise it’s not enough, I know, but I can’t count calories AND do carbs. in fact, if you go on what atkins starts you at (20mg) I had too many carbs, as the blueberries seem to be stuffed with them, so I don’t know why they are recommended, but ho hum – some of this stuff is a real mystery.
Today: Just had a pan of egg and bacon hash. – wonderful to have fried food and not care about it. I mean wow! I’ll have the remaining trout and some veggies for lunch and probably a yogurt and brazil bowl of stuff in the evening. it’s the boredom munchies that also get to me, and i can’t eat a ton of fruit, so it will have to be more raw veggies until i can do some research into other stuff. I want to buy some flat mushrooms as the idea of cheese filled mushrooms is making my mouth water.
i’m feeling confident about this – i have found a low carb bread recipe made from nut flour, but the ingredients may be hard to track down around here! I’ll see how desperate i get for bread before I go that way, anyway – if i need to change my habits, just going back to bread and butter isn’t going to do it.
After months of Not Starting The Healthy Eating, I’ve been reading a lot (since a segment on BBC The Food Programme) about sugar being the cause of ills and cutting carbs and therefore sugars as being the best way to lose weight.
So…I’m going to give a low carb/sugar eating regime a try and have consequently bought this week’s shopping in light of that.
What is very hard for me to grasp is to lose hold of all the “rules” I’ve been taught and thought were sacrosanct, such as consuming fat isn’t bad and changing to full fat milk/yogs and the like – things like cheeseburgers are OK (as long as not processed) as long as there’s no bun. It’s a complete change in my mindset and will probably take a lot more research and absorbing.
Cold drinks are going to be a bit of an issue because I do like cold drinks and probably drink too much squash (although it is sugar free) and sugar free fizzy drinks. But they are stuffed with carbs, apparently – who knew? – and are a no-no now. I looked at a bottled of flavoured water – Volvic lemon – and was rather shocked at the amount of carbohydrate and sugar in it – 15 percent of a RDA in each 100ml. I mean, wow. So, as I drank the entire litre in one car ride, I drank 150 % of my RDA with just that bottle of what I THOUGHT was just water.
Tea and milk are OK, so I’ll fall back on the old cuppa – and perhaps, if it gets hot, think about making jugs of iced lemon tea. I got addicted to lemon tea when I did my world trip, but it never tasted the same back here, but I can experiment and get that refreshment back.
So, wish me luck. I MUST do this now, as I’m really finding walking about difficult. Swollen legs painful knees and more. If I can shed a couple of stone quite quickly (here’s hoping) it will help my mobility which will help with the activity. I’ve put on even more weight since dad was hospitalised, because I haven’t been moving about during the day like I used to be – and not eating as healthily while I was there – much easier to buy a pizza than to cook meat and two veg for one.
I know that a few of you have given this a go, so any advice, sites, recipes, tips you can give me would be so completely appreciated you can’t imagine. I have been obsessing already about the lack of pasta, and have found some suritaki noodles which are made from some magical plant roots and are carb/sugar free which sounds fabulous. I won’t care if they taste like nothing because hell – I CAN HAVE CHEESE!
I’m trusting my addictive nature that if I research the hell out of this, rather than sticking my head in the sand like I normally do, I can be as obsessive about this as I have with other hobbies.
sorry sorry – I’ve been missing and there’s no real good reason for it.
Basically the short story is that Dad went into mental assessment, and was found not to need full time mental care but did need to go into care so that’s what’s happened. I didn’t deal with it very well and for months now I’ve been hiding away from the world in general. I haven’t been chatting, or emailing (my email inbox is at the 3,000 mark…) I haven’t been writing and I can’t even find the enthusiasm to READ. That worries me because I’ve always been a voracious reader and now I can’t stay focussed to read more than a couple of pages. I am fairly sure it’s depression but whether it’s because of Dad or the last 18 months of winter or my age I don’t know.
I have an appointment with the doc this evening, but I’m not holding out much hope that he’ll be any help.
Dad has really gone downhill. It may be the drugs but he’s almost immobile – six months ago he was fitter than me, and could run and climb ladders and the like, now he can hardly stand and he shuffles about. He’s gone almost entirely grey (this may not sound unusual for an 84 year old but he’s never been grey until now) and LOOKS 84 if not older. He doesn’t talk just sits. I am sure he knows who I am and he’s probably pleased to see me but I doubt he knows I was there and he doesn’t miss me. It’s a bit of a shock to realise that both parents have gone, especially if one is still there in shell form, at least.
I just have no interest in doing anything. Like right this minute, I’m sitting in Dad’s house and I should be packing china into boxes and frankly I can’t be arsed but I know it has to be done. Instead I’m blogging this and watching coronation street and playing freecell. I’ve just never felt like this before, and it’s not nice.
I feel better than I did, perhaps a month or so ago, perhaps that’s the better weather – I’ve been making sure I go and sit in the sun for at least half an hour a day, thanks goodness for sasha, because she has to have her run and therefore I have to go out. Thank goodness for her in general, as she refuses to let me cry which I found myself doing a lot until recently, she LAUNCHES herself onto my lap and licks me until i start laughing and all the tears have gone. She’s very anti-crying!
anyway – that’s the situation at the mo, because of my inability to want to do anything I haven’t got the house cleared/decorated/cleaned but that should all be happening in the next week or so. then i can get it rented out, but even with two decent pensions AND the rental, it’s not going to cover the £600 a week care home fee, so the rest will accumulate as a debt against the house, but it SHOULD mean that as only a portion of the fees will go against the house, there SHOULD be some money left in the equity when the house comes to me. that’s if dad goes first! I’ve also got a work experience placement to apply for, and I’m worried sick as to what to do with Sasha, she’ll have to go into kennels, I suppose as a daily boarder and I hate to do that to her. that’s if I get it, so I’ll worry about that if i do.
so, I’ll try and be around a bit more, even if it’s only once a week. I have some editing to do for “I Knew Him” which needs to be done by end of July so it will come out later in the year so I’ll keep you posted on that too.
Cheers, me dears.
I haven’t fallen off the wagon – but I came close! I had a “couple” of drinks on Friday night and then was hit by something on saturday that I haven’t experienced since my youf – the munchies like you wouldn’t BE-LEEVE. real carbohydrate – omg i must eat them or DIEE…. munchies. I managed to get through them by making a massive bowl of pasta and putting in light soft cheese – not terribly slimming but it could have been a lot lot worse considering i had to drive past a McDonald’s.
So no major mishap and I’m still keeping on. It’s great to say “Day SIX” instead of not having started at all.
I FEEL better. More alert, more … well-being, if you get me. Even if it’s still an effort to get around. I will NOT go immobile. I will NOT.
Went to see Dad on saturday, but frankly I am beginning to wonder why – what the point is. It doesn’t make me feel any better and while it might make him happy for a minute or two, he generally gets argumentative after about ten minutes and the very moment he’s out of my eyesight for one second, he’s forgotten I ever came down. I’m still waiting to hear about his assessment and where they are going to put him next.
Finished Sasha’s jacket, but I’m not happy with it, it’s too large around the waist even though i made it a lot smaller than the pattern said but it will do for cold mornings in the car, and the forecast says we are going to get more arctic weather this week. I didn’t do cuffs around the leg holes because I think that would be too restrictive but it’s not bad. I don’t think i’d try this pattern again, but perhaps look for one for a dog with her measurements. Her trouble is she’s an extra large around the chest (takes after her mother! ) but with a tiny waist (not so much… )
I’ve never asked for money or sponsorship on this blog but I’m going to do so today.
On 21st February, I’ll be doing the Plumpy'Nut© Challenge which entails eating nothing but Plumpy'Nut© for one whole day.
This challenge is for everyone, just live off on Plumpy'Nut© for one day! This is the very same food that Merlin provides to take children from the doorstep of starvation to living health lives. Raise just £50 and help to spread the word!
What is Plumpy'Nut©?
It’s an edible peanut paste, packed with calories and vitamins, that is specially formulated to feed starving children. In 2012, Merlin has saved the lives of countless children using nutty pastes just like this.
What’s the Challenge?
Plumpy'Nut© is the last resort for many children in east Africa. Some are so badly malnourished their lives are so much in danger, it can take up to eight weeks to stabilise them.
I’m hoping to raise approximately fifty quid – that’s not much is it? But it will make a difference. Fifty pounds is all that’s needed to take a starving child from malnourished to healthy, so please consider giving what you can. Here’s my fundraising page. At no point does the money pass through my hands, so you know that it’s all going to charity and not into my pocket!!
On the day I’ll be tweeting about the experience and boring you all rigid! I hope the threat of that spurs you into taking part too.