On the topic of healthier habits, I've managed to finish my liter of water before lunchtime.

In other news: I need to go to the ladies room.

Hmmmmmm

whole wheat toast:

Heather, after experiences like that, no wonder you're sensitive.

Guys like that are one of the (many) reasons I HATE "reality" TV. Scripted people are just so much more witty and less STOOPID.

I know I need to cut back on pure junk food, FWIW. And I've really gotten worse with it in the past few years than ever before--it's like I feel like I have to drink all the Dr Pepper and eat all the fast food I can now because I feel like someone is going to take them away from me.

But they're not. You're saying your sugar gets so low that it affects you emotionally, and mentally to the point where you describe your state as a mini-breakdown, and that you want to lose thirty pounds.

Then when people who've had to structure their eating to combat the same challenges are offering suggestions, your response was that you can't keep healthy food in the house because it rots, and seemed to read as if everyone was telling you to go low carb, when the responses were more along the lines of "If low carb isn't for you, limiting X and Y will still help put off the crashes."

That said, I think seeing a nutritionist is an excellent idea. Just don't get annoyed with her/him if they tell you to eat healthy food.

Anytime I hear someone complaining about service people, I almost automatically imagine what was going on on the server/hostess/bartender's side.

So do I, which is why this woman pissed me off so much. I've been in her shoes, and she was being completely unreasonable.

This morning, I went to training at a nearby library. To get to the library, I have to walk past a really good coffee place, so I made plans to pick up some wonderful, fancy coffee on the way. The training started at 8:30, so this was all good. I'm walking along, happy, passing by other, not quite as good coffee places, with thoughts of nummy coffee on my mind, only to find a sign on their door saying that their espresso machine was broken and they only had drip coffee. I was bummed, but all was not lost, as there was another coffee place on the way, not as good, but ok. But when I got there, they had just turned on their machine and it wasn't warmed up and I didn't have time to wait. I was majorly bummed, but continued to the training, planning to try a third place that I had never tried by had heard good things about on the way back to work. At this place, I did finally get coffee, but it wasn't very good. The coffee place by my work is better. I was not fated to have good coffee today, and am now bummed. Plus, the governor is throwing an employee appreciation ice cream thingy outside my work, which is great, but at least one union will be protesting cuts to the retirement system, so I don't anticipate that being much fun either. I'm ready for it to be tonight so I can be comfy at home watching Lost.

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I've been a hostess as well. we just need chairs. and no there was no waiting area.

BTW, a good nutrtionist will not make you give up dr. pepper. If they are able to convince you to drink less of it - they have done thier job. If you love white bread , they might convince you to try oatmeal bread. what a nutrtionist does is 1) learn your eating habits, 2) learn your cooking habits, 3) learn your shooping habit, 4) help you define your goals ,and 5) find out what you are willing to change to ge tthere. It is more complicated than ww. they may suggest ww for some people.

However, I am happy to share with you all that I am completely finished, forever and ever, with law school. Yay Me!!!! (of course, there is still the looming bar exam)

Woo and hoo, Stephanie!!!! From someone who's done this before, don't even think about the bar exam until after graduation. Enjoy the fact that you made it through three very grueling years in one piece. Relish the idea that you can read for pleasure. Swoon over the fact that the Blue Book may actually collect some dust. Dance a merry jig because you no longer have to carry a metric shitload of casebooks. Your first BarBri class will suffice for the first freakout.

Congratulations!

Anytime I hear someone complaining about service people, I almost automatically imagine what was going on on the server/hostess/bartender's side.

So do I, which is why this woman pissed me off so much. I've been in her shoes, and she was being completely unreasonable.

FWIW, I would have done the same thing. A little common sense was all that was needed in this case, and it sounds like the restaurant was too pretentious to have any.

Speaking of service people horror stories, I've had the generic asshole customers in the restaurant, but when the kitchen closes and we transform into a bar (with live bands most Saturday nights) it becomes surreal. I've had punches thrown at me, drinks have been tossed in my face when I've cut someone off, and I was once told--by a female--to suck her dick because I tossed her for starting a fight. In response, I laughed like a loon and said "Honey, there's a difference between a dick and c*nt. Right now, you're just in a world of shit." Then she turned around and literally bumped nose-to-chest with my ex-boyfriend's twin brother (a state trooper) who proceeded to arrest her for disorderly conduct and public drunkness. Sometimes people really do get what's coming to them.

I like diet Pepsi much more than diet Coke and more than regular Pepsi. I also like Diet Rite Orange and Cola flavors and those are the other artifical sweetner.

I like regular Coke better than any of those though. That's why I never buy a carton of Coke to take home.

Then when people who've had to structure their eating to combat the same challenges are offering suggestions, your response was that you can't keep healthy food in the house because it rots, and seemed to read as if everyone was telling you to go low carb, when the responses were more along the lines of "If low carb isn't for you, limiting X and Y will still help put off the crashes."

That's true. I'm so completely opposed to low-carb diets that the mere mention of one tends to shut my mind to anything that comes before or after.

And just today I've realized that I actually do have food issues. I've always thought I didn't, because I don't have the ones rooted in childhood/adolescence that it seems like many women do. Mine, I think, stem from my experience back in 2000 where I lost weight and felt all accomplished--and then promptly gained it back with interest. Since then I've been on WW for a week or two more times than I could count, lost a few pounds, and decided it wasn't worth it. And I think that's why I'm so resistent to advice--I've either tried it, and it doesn't work, or it's something that sounds unappetizing to me. I feel like some undefined They is going to come and take all the foods I like away from me, so I'd better eat them every chance I get now.

And somehow under this system "foods I like" aren't reasonably nutritious things like spaghetti with salad or that pseudo-Egyptian rice-and-lentil recipe from the More With Less cookbook. They're pure junk. And I have a way of fixating on very specific foods that I MUST have before They come for them, which leads to things like eating a polish sausage with garlic fries and a Dr Pepper at every single one of the 15-20 baseball games I attend in a year. I almost feel like I should forget being really virtuous and getting a salad from Health Hut at the ballpark--if I can just make myself go to a different foodstand than the one with the garlic fries and get a BBQ sandwich or chicken fingers, that would be an accomplishment in itself, just for breaking the pattern. Or that I shouldn't expect myself never to go for fast food on days my schedule is a little wacky, but that it'd be an accomplishment to do anything other than go to Kidd Valley and get the chicken club w/ bacon.

I know it sounds stupid, but just talking about that stuff makes me want to go to Kidd Valley now, so I can get another one of those sandwiches before They come for it. And I don't even know who the hell They are.

I just talked to DH, and he was very understanding--he's trying to do WW himself, but he seemed to get that this wasn't the time to push me to do the same. He just made encouraging noises about the fact I'd figured something out, said I needed to figure out what to do before I did end up with a medical They taking things from me, and that I really ought to put Annabel in a stroller after my lunch and her nap and go for a walk, because I'm too damn sedentary, and some exercise would improve my metabolism and my mood. He's also nudging me to skate again.

I still have to make an appt with the nutritionst I plan to see. First I have to get blood work done, when I get my car back.

I have food issues, I eat when I'm bored or tired or as a reward. And I suck at portion control. I have access to a kitchen scale and nice new measuring cups and spoons so I could figure out portions. But I'm lazy and I think there are other issues at work. Some of this stuff I figure I'll have to take up with my therapist and deal with it there.

The idea of being in shape and even a size 14 (which I was about 6 yrs ago) kind of freaks me out. I get freaked because losing weight and taking responsiblity is one more step to independence. Not that I have to be thin to be independent--- it's just that moving out, getting a full time job, taking responsiblity of my finances and my health and my eating habits it's all this grown up stuff. When it all comes together...well, then I'll be successful I think. Ready to leave this place. But it's scary because my urge to flee and avoid is so strong.