After a binge on fudge last month I started to avoid things with refined sugar, because I could feel my heart-rate climb for about an hour after eating it, along with major nausea. And racing heart-rates are already prominent enough in my life right now without deliberately invoking them. Go team dairy fat!
The last time I was on hormonal birth control I packed on 20 pounds inside of one month. (And got dumped by the boyfriend for whom I'd gone on the pill.) The Nuva ring's come out since then. It looks interesting, but after 40 I'm not sure that hormonal birth control is the best bet, especially for someone who intends to never have children. If it ever looks like I'll be having heterosexual sex again, I'm going to get Essure and be done with it (fallopian tube blocks, with no surgery).
And in news that will probably surprise no one, we are probably keeping him.
I am shocked. Shocked, I say. (Though, I lie.)
I have a crush on Casper Kitteh. He's a looka.
The sugar conversation is HIGH on my mind. Since discovering thyroid imbalance of impending doom, I've been eating much differently. Where different means not having a Dr. Pepper and potato chips every day.
The difference is amazing. I'm eating sensibly and not wanting the things that I was craving so badly before that I could not control myself.
I can feel the weight, both metaphoric and poundage, dropping off me.
My two sooper sekrit weapons = Cinnamon Apple Spice (celestial seasonings) iced tea and a cake I make with raw cashews, cocoa powder, dates, vanilla and crystallized ginger.
Sweet Weeping Moses...it is satisfying!
Mmmmm, the cake sounds lovely! Would you be willing to post the recipe, please? It sounds pretty good for you, too.
Casper kitty is adorable!
Mom is currently dragging me around the mall looking for a dress for the shower. I'm glad I already have mine.
I'm sick of paying high prices for low-cal fruit spreads so trying to make my own. I'll post recipe if it works, which I'll know tomorrow since it has to be refrigerated overnight.
I did not call my boss Larry Wanker(His name is frighteningly similar to this) and tell him to suck it.
I think I get a cookie.
Reminds me of the fundy stereo salesman in some Pelecanos books that everybody called Void Danker so much I forget what the dude's name is. Jesse?
Yep-- Hanna's looking to flirt with the North Florida coast before (hopefully, knocking on all surfaces) making that right turn away from us. With any luck, she'll head right back out to sea, but we wouldn't be that lucky, would we?
At least the reservoirs in Georgia and the Southeast will get refilled. And the Everglades should be full.
