Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My ex-coworker did it for about a week. I know I couldn't. I like the texture of food too much.
I lost most of my poundage the reccomended way-eating mostly healthy stuff and lots of excersise-though I don't think it would have worked as well if I hadn't lost a noticable amount being depressed. Once I came out of it and started to feel better, I'd lost 6 pounds and decided to keep going. The working out part also helps when the depression starts to creep back in.
lost a noticable amount being depressed
Man, I wish this could work for me. Sadly, I eat when I'm sad. And when I'm happy. And, you know, the rest of the time.
Sadly, I eat when I'm sad. And when I'm happy. And, you know, the rest of the time.
Ailleann is me.
That's a very cool teapot. I liked the $16.00 one on the second page -- black on the outside and green on the inside. Of course, who knows what it looks like in person.
Did I confess the horrible thing I did here?
I cracked and ruined the teapot that my mother gave me. You know, the lovely ceramic teapot from Japan that came with beautiful teacups and which is now completely useless. (And I know that I will never be able to afford to replace it.)
Depression means an open season on food to me, too. I never seem to get very far on fasts because my brain runs out of sugar and I become a cranky person with headaches.
I also lose weight when depressed. And the exercising does help in keeping both the pounds and the depression at bay - one of the many reasons why I take a run on my lunch break. Mmmm, sun.
Running a lot also means I can't fast. I fast, I can't run, and I get mega-cranky.
Chewing just seems like such an effort when I'm really upset. Food just makes me feel ill.
I don't run, but I will do sit-ups, push ups, and now box (Mr. Jane bought me a bag after I put my fist through a window). I will take the dogs on long walks or dance for cardio.
I'm a yo-yo dieter, even when depressed. Mild depression - I eat, anything and everything. Severe depression - I stop eating because I feel like I'm choking. My big problem is getting excersize; I don't. It's one thing to know I need to and another to actually do it.
Deena, I love that tea pot! It looks like it should be yours, I'm mad that Target didn't have it in stock for you.
I really want a heavy bag, I just have no place to put it. My upper body would be fierce.
I tend to eat when I'm depressed, but I can't eat when I'm stressed out.
I'm working on dieting now. Breakfast was hot cereal made with soy milk, lunch was a quesadilla with low-fat cheese and whole wheat tortillas, and dinner will be veggie buffalo wings and celery sticks. Not perfect, but a definite effort for good carbs and lots of veggies and protein. (Just made tomorrow's lunch, too. Some salad with tomatoes and bleu cheese; some pasta salad with whole wheat pasta, peppers, artichokes, and basil; some tomatoes and fresh mozzerella; and some sauteed chard. I can stick with healthy lunches so much more easily when I use my lunchbox.)