So I have been thinking, about what it takes to lose weight, and how everyone and anybody will tell you how to do it. Eat more carbs, eat less carbs, Eat no carbs, avoid sugar, watch your fat intake, count calories....
But really it comes down to one really simple fact, to lose weight, you need to learn to be comfortable with being hungry. Yep that simple, sounds easy right?
I know I know, you might want to punch me or just laugh and mock me. But think about it, it really doesn't matter what you eat, but how much you eat, you can eat 1300 calories of sweets in a day and as long as you burn more calories than that you will lose weight, you can also eat 3000 calories of fruits and veggies and if you burn less than that in a day, you will gain weight, and a number of trips to the bathroom as well.
So bottom line it is watching how much of what you eat that really matters and to do that, you need to learn to feel hungry and to be comfortable with it. Really comfortable with it, and to do that, it isn't trips to your fridge, but trips through your emotions, and thoughts and triggers. That is the hard part.
Hunger can be for more than just food, it can be for control, or love, peace, or comfort. Lots of reasons, enough for every one trying to lose weight. And that is really what makes it so hard, most don't want to feel that pain, that hole inside of them, so regardless of how much food they eat, it doesn't do what they want, so you will eat more, and more, because food really doesn't replace that Hunger for love, comfort or control, never, not even chocolate! Because that is not what food is about. Food is about fuel for your body, sure it may sometimes be pleasurable, but you body doesn't sort out food for pleasure and food for fuel and burn it differently, and not store it as fat, because the food was so fun to eat. It will process your food the same way regardless for the reason to eat it. If only, it would be so nice, I would eat everything I enjoyed and love it, because I wouldn't weigh what I weigh now. But no life isn't that easy, never is.
So once a person can be comfortable with feeling hungry, feeling that emptiness, the deep wide hole inside not being stuffed with crap and junk, or lots of peaches, a person can then work on that hunger and move past food as a way to satisfy it.
Because really food is fuel, not love, not comfort, not control.
So what are you hungry for?
Monday, March 31, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Please, seflish jerks, don't have children.
So I am thinking about a sad situation I had to witness a while back,
and it was all due to really selfish parents. So please if you are a
self centered asshole, who only thinks of themselves, who's response to
every situation is "what about me, what do I get out of this." Then
please do the rest of the world a favor and don't reproduce.
You will not only mess your children up, but you will affect the rest of the world also, because your children won't be healthy and happy. They will be insecure messes, that are emotional drains on anyone close to them. Leaving them with sad empty relationships. And you will be left having to share your time, happiness, and general well being taking care of a life suck (as you would call them) won't be happy either.
So find yourself another selfish jerk, both get fixed, or spayed and neutered, (what ever creatures of your nature would need to have done) and then go at it. But please don't bring innocent children into your vapid, self centered black hole. Because why do that to yourself, why create a child that will just take away from your glorious self. Save us, the rest of the world from damaged children.
But because you're the selfish jerk that couldn't help but want a mini you, won't listen, and soon you will find out the mini you takes away attention from yourself, so you can't be bothered to raise them right, with love and attention, so they have a fighting chance. Instead you ignore them, abandon them, and leave them with trust issues, so you can what? Find yourself, follow your dreams, get high... please, you don't find yourself, you be yourself. So just do the rest of us a favor, and save yourself the trouble and just don't have children.
But then again, since my husband is in the business of helping messed up humans, then by all means, keep it up, job security is always a good thing.
You will not only mess your children up, but you will affect the rest of the world also, because your children won't be healthy and happy. They will be insecure messes, that are emotional drains on anyone close to them. Leaving them with sad empty relationships. And you will be left having to share your time, happiness, and general well being taking care of a life suck (as you would call them) won't be happy either.
So find yourself another selfish jerk, both get fixed, or spayed and neutered, (what ever creatures of your nature would need to have done) and then go at it. But please don't bring innocent children into your vapid, self centered black hole. Because why do that to yourself, why create a child that will just take away from your glorious self. Save us, the rest of the world from damaged children.
But because you're the selfish jerk that couldn't help but want a mini you, won't listen, and soon you will find out the mini you takes away attention from yourself, so you can't be bothered to raise them right, with love and attention, so they have a fighting chance. Instead you ignore them, abandon them, and leave them with trust issues, so you can what? Find yourself, follow your dreams, get high... please, you don't find yourself, you be yourself. So just do the rest of us a favor, and save yourself the trouble and just don't have children.
But then again, since my husband is in the business of helping messed up humans, then by all means, keep it up, job security is always a good thing.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Potato Salad 101
Here is the deal with my potato salad, it is never the same way twice, but it is always yummy. I don't think I have ever had a recipe for it, just watched my mom, and knew what I liked. So what I have listed below is something you can tweak, like adding more mustard, less onion, what ever. This is for four to five servings. Takes about 60 minutes to make, and a few hours to chill.
3 good sized russet potatoes, washed, peeled, raw
1 small to med sized onion, white, yellow, red, or a punch of green onions.
3 hard boiled eggs, peeled
1 celery stalk
1-3 pickles depending on size, or 1-3 scoops of dill pickle relish
1-3 cups of salad dressing of choice, like mayo, miracle whip, best foods, what ever you like
1-2 large tablespoons of mustard
1/4 cup of either vinegar or pickle juice
salt and pepper to taste
seasonings to taste, 1-3 teaspoons such as dill, paprika, parsley, celery seed, all, one or two, none
1-2 teaspoon of sugar, but not required
Dice the peeled potatoes into bit sized cubes, add to salted water and cook in boiling water until they are fork tender, if they are too soft they won't hold up, and you will have mashed potato salad. Yuck.
Once cooked, drain potatoes and while still hot drizzle the vinegar or pickle juice on top, the potatoes will soak up the juice and be more flavorful. If you are using dried spices you can add some of them now as well, to help infuse the potatoes with flavor.
Dice the onion into small pieces, and add to potatoes.
Dice the eggs into small pieces, add to potatoes
Dice celery and pickles/ or relish and add them as well. Again as much as preferred.
Top mixture with dressing and mustard, stir in coating the potatoes, start with a cup or so of dressing, and add to mixture to get preferred texture, if you want creamy salad add more dressing.
Taste the salad, add salt and pepper as needed, and other spices as needed, if it taste a little flat, the sugar might be just the touch you need, really I know, unexpected, but sometimes sugar can be the missing touch to a lot of meals. Or a splash of lemon juice. Cover and chill in the fridge until ready to eat. When stored for some time in the fridge, it may get a little dry, just add more dressing.
This is my basic recipe, but you can change it up, add jalapenos, or bacon, top with cheese, use greek yogurt instead of mayo. Use lime juice, instead of pickle juice, toss in avocado instead of eggs. Add olives, or capers. That is the best part of potato salad, it can let you get really creative.
Enjoy!!
3 good sized russet potatoes, washed, peeled, raw
1 small to med sized onion, white, yellow, red, or a punch of green onions.
3 hard boiled eggs, peeled
1 celery stalk
1-3 pickles depending on size, or 1-3 scoops of dill pickle relish
1-3 cups of salad dressing of choice, like mayo, miracle whip, best foods, what ever you like
1-2 large tablespoons of mustard
1/4 cup of either vinegar or pickle juice
salt and pepper to taste
seasonings to taste, 1-3 teaspoons such as dill, paprika, parsley, celery seed, all, one or two, none
1-2 teaspoon of sugar, but not required
Dice the peeled potatoes into bit sized cubes, add to salted water and cook in boiling water until they are fork tender, if they are too soft they won't hold up, and you will have mashed potato salad. Yuck.
Once cooked, drain potatoes and while still hot drizzle the vinegar or pickle juice on top, the potatoes will soak up the juice and be more flavorful. If you are using dried spices you can add some of them now as well, to help infuse the potatoes with flavor.
Dice the onion into small pieces, and add to potatoes.
Dice the eggs into small pieces, add to potatoes
Dice celery and pickles/ or relish and add them as well. Again as much as preferred.
Top mixture with dressing and mustard, stir in coating the potatoes, start with a cup or so of dressing, and add to mixture to get preferred texture, if you want creamy salad add more dressing.
Taste the salad, add salt and pepper as needed, and other spices as needed, if it taste a little flat, the sugar might be just the touch you need, really I know, unexpected, but sometimes sugar can be the missing touch to a lot of meals. Or a splash of lemon juice. Cover and chill in the fridge until ready to eat. When stored for some time in the fridge, it may get a little dry, just add more dressing.
This is my basic recipe, but you can change it up, add jalapenos, or bacon, top with cheese, use greek yogurt instead of mayo. Use lime juice, instead of pickle juice, toss in avocado instead of eggs. Add olives, or capers. That is the best part of potato salad, it can let you get really creative.
Enjoy!!
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
What I have noticed with my little boys.
So when my oldest was young, it seemed rather easy to have children, he wasn't too bossy, or loud, or much of a stinker, so I figured, heck I am really good at this parenting thing. Well sister I was wrong, way wrong, I wasn't a good parent, I just was lucky to have a good kid and only one of them.
I now have two more of them and sister it isn't easy. It didn't double my work load, it quadrupled it. The fighting, the yelling, and disagreements, and that is just with my hubs and I.
I am a stay at home mom, and I am on duty 24 hours a day, I actually think they cram more hours into our days as a stay at home parent than others, just because the days can be sooooo long, and sooo draining. When you look forward to Arthur on PBS instead of Peg plus cat, you know what I mean. "I have a really big problem."
(Really it isn't a really big problem, that is just from the show, Peg + cat, it is said over and over.)
But somethings I have learned are that my boys can go from one emotion to another faster than a woman PMSing, and as a PMSing woman I can say that. They can hate you, then boom, love you. They want to be left alone, and then, cuddled all day. I find it is a lot easier to deal with them when you let them take the time to figure these emotions out and get them to use their words, to realize what is making them feel this way, I don't mean an hour of psychoanalysis, but just letting them know, this is what angry feels like, when you take someones toy, it hurts them. That way, it is easier to distract them, and help them move past the fits and tantrums. Because it gives them more control and power over their surroundings. But it also means I get a lot of, "I am so mad at you mom" moments. But I also get a lot of hugs and kisses, just a few minutes later.
One other thing I have learned is kids watch for every reaction, to everything, I mean EVERYTHING. How you laugh at bad words, how you give in after the tenth time, of asking for ice cream cones. How you shriek, when their cold toes touch your warm legs. And if they get a pay back or a reward by that reaction, whether good or bad, they will do it over and over again. If they find it funny to yell boo right in your face, and you tell them you hate it, guess what, you get "surprised" all day long. You laugh too loud at a joke, you hear it thirty times an afternoon.
I am not saying don't react, I am just saying be prepared and ready for what you respond to, good or bad, because it will be repeated over and over and over and over.
Speaking of repeated over and over, once your child is old enough, he will spill the beans and tell all your secrets to every and anybody, that is one of the real reasons you don't fight in front of your kids. Unless you love the cashier at the grocery store knowing you called daddy an asshole. Just an example, really never happened to us, really I promise. Or your spouse knowing just how often you run out to get fast food. Or your Mother to know what you thought of her Christmas presents.
Lastly, boys love body parts and what they do, they love farts, snot and poop, they will pee anywhere and everywhere. They will also make a weapon out of anything. They will take their shirts off to wrestle each other, and they will talk about killing the bad guys and villains. Just the other day my four year old ask if there are new eye's doctors use to replace the eyes that villains rip out of other people. I was thrown off by it, but I didn't react, just answered, nope, no new eyes, once they are gone, they are gone. I don't know where this came from, (maybe some whacked out cartoon on a channel that maybe they shouldn't be watching), but I didn't want to dwell on it too long, or else I would be hearing about eye transplants for the next two weeks.
I know there is a lot I don't know, and much more I do know, like Narbles are marbles, sandwiches can never have crust and must always be square, that no matter how long pretend you are asleep at night, thinking your spouse will get up with the kids when they are crying, it won't be long enough. Also that the days blend into each other, you lose track of the days of the week, the last time you had real date, or a shower even.
But I will keep getting up each morning trying again to retain my brain cells, keep my shirt snot free, and to be ready for hugs, followed by tackles at a moments notice. Because I am a parent and my kids need me to be there, as a constant reassurance that they are loved and wanted.
I now have two more of them and sister it isn't easy. It didn't double my work load, it quadrupled it. The fighting, the yelling, and disagreements, and that is just with my hubs and I.
I am a stay at home mom, and I am on duty 24 hours a day, I actually think they cram more hours into our days as a stay at home parent than others, just because the days can be sooooo long, and sooo draining. When you look forward to Arthur on PBS instead of Peg plus cat, you know what I mean. "I have a really big problem."
(Really it isn't a really big problem, that is just from the show, Peg + cat, it is said over and over.)
But somethings I have learned are that my boys can go from one emotion to another faster than a woman PMSing, and as a PMSing woman I can say that. They can hate you, then boom, love you. They want to be left alone, and then, cuddled all day. I find it is a lot easier to deal with them when you let them take the time to figure these emotions out and get them to use their words, to realize what is making them feel this way, I don't mean an hour of psychoanalysis, but just letting them know, this is what angry feels like, when you take someones toy, it hurts them. That way, it is easier to distract them, and help them move past the fits and tantrums. Because it gives them more control and power over their surroundings. But it also means I get a lot of, "I am so mad at you mom" moments. But I also get a lot of hugs and kisses, just a few minutes later.
One other thing I have learned is kids watch for every reaction, to everything, I mean EVERYTHING. How you laugh at bad words, how you give in after the tenth time, of asking for ice cream cones. How you shriek, when their cold toes touch your warm legs. And if they get a pay back or a reward by that reaction, whether good or bad, they will do it over and over again. If they find it funny to yell boo right in your face, and you tell them you hate it, guess what, you get "surprised" all day long. You laugh too loud at a joke, you hear it thirty times an afternoon.
I am not saying don't react, I am just saying be prepared and ready for what you respond to, good or bad, because it will be repeated over and over and over and over.
Speaking of repeated over and over, once your child is old enough, he will spill the beans and tell all your secrets to every and anybody, that is one of the real reasons you don't fight in front of your kids. Unless you love the cashier at the grocery store knowing you called daddy an asshole. Just an example, really never happened to us, really I promise. Or your spouse knowing just how often you run out to get fast food. Or your Mother to know what you thought of her Christmas presents.
Lastly, boys love body parts and what they do, they love farts, snot and poop, they will pee anywhere and everywhere. They will also make a weapon out of anything. They will take their shirts off to wrestle each other, and they will talk about killing the bad guys and villains. Just the other day my four year old ask if there are new eye's doctors use to replace the eyes that villains rip out of other people. I was thrown off by it, but I didn't react, just answered, nope, no new eyes, once they are gone, they are gone. I don't know where this came from, (maybe some whacked out cartoon on a channel that maybe they shouldn't be watching), but I didn't want to dwell on it too long, or else I would be hearing about eye transplants for the next two weeks.
I know there is a lot I don't know, and much more I do know, like Narbles are marbles, sandwiches can never have crust and must always be square, that no matter how long pretend you are asleep at night, thinking your spouse will get up with the kids when they are crying, it won't be long enough. Also that the days blend into each other, you lose track of the days of the week, the last time you had real date, or a shower even.
But I will keep getting up each morning trying again to retain my brain cells, keep my shirt snot free, and to be ready for hugs, followed by tackles at a moments notice. Because I am a parent and my kids need me to be there, as a constant reassurance that they are loved and wanted.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Birthday Cake, Damn it, don't use those words unless you mean it.
So I was all excited to make a birthday cake for a dinner I was invited to, I was thinking Lemon cake, with raspberry filling, and whipped cream cheese frosting, using real cream of course, with maybe either toasted nuts or coconut on top, because silly me, I gave up chocolate for Lent, even though I am not Catholic, or Lutheran, or Orthodox, insert any other religion that I might have missed that observes Lent, sorry no offense meant, just lead a sheltered life growing up.
Lent is a really long time to do with out something, but it is a good lesson, and true chance for reflection. Like why chocolate, what was I thinking, are you kidding, you completely forgot about Shamrock shakes that are all abound right now, that are really really yummy with a touch of chocolate added, but there is the extra side effect of Lent, all the fish sandwiches popping up everywhere. Even the local grocery store has their version, but I am not running out to taste theirs, but I have had a few others, and so far Arby's is the winner. I know Arby's, who knew.
Any way, enough about Lent, back to birthday cake. Turns out it wasn't birthday cake after all they wanted, in fact they wanted cobbler. Cobbler!! (booo, hisssss, booo)
Now don't get me wrong, cobbler is great, but not for the second function in a row, and definitely not when birthday cake is advertized. Cake and cobbler are not the same animal, not even close, one is fake healthy with its fruit and everything, the other is completely bad, really bad, with fat, and sugar and yummy goodness, the cake and the frosting, yummmm......., cobbler is the same all the way through, warm fruit, with soft crumbly stuff. Not the same. Not even with ice cream.
Don't tell a room full of ladies cake will be there, when it will not only not show up, but when you have a completely unsuitable replacement. That would be like advertizing Ryan Reynolds, and instead having Steve Buscemi head line instead, sure both can act, but only one you want to invite over for birthday cake.
But really all of this is pointless, I am not even going, sick babies, I made the cobbler, some one came and picked it up, and I am sure it will be eaten, by polite little old ladies, with polite little smiles on their faces, all while they are plotting someones long painful death, because they too know, cobbler is not birthday cake.
Did you notice that run on sentence? Nope probably not, they sneak up on you, Jane Austin was very good at those run on sentence, some taking up half page, but she was such a good word smith, most go completely unnoticed.
I think I need to run out and get myself a fish sandwich and a side of cake, or maybe rent The Proposal again.
Lent is a really long time to do with out something, but it is a good lesson, and true chance for reflection. Like why chocolate, what was I thinking, are you kidding, you completely forgot about Shamrock shakes that are all abound right now, that are really really yummy with a touch of chocolate added, but there is the extra side effect of Lent, all the fish sandwiches popping up everywhere. Even the local grocery store has their version, but I am not running out to taste theirs, but I have had a few others, and so far Arby's is the winner. I know Arby's, who knew.
Any way, enough about Lent, back to birthday cake. Turns out it wasn't birthday cake after all they wanted, in fact they wanted cobbler. Cobbler!! (booo, hisssss, booo)
Now don't get me wrong, cobbler is great, but not for the second function in a row, and definitely not when birthday cake is advertized. Cake and cobbler are not the same animal, not even close, one is fake healthy with its fruit and everything, the other is completely bad, really bad, with fat, and sugar and yummy goodness, the cake and the frosting, yummmm......., cobbler is the same all the way through, warm fruit, with soft crumbly stuff. Not the same. Not even with ice cream.
Don't tell a room full of ladies cake will be there, when it will not only not show up, but when you have a completely unsuitable replacement. That would be like advertizing Ryan Reynolds, and instead having Steve Buscemi head line instead, sure both can act, but only one you want to invite over for birthday cake.
But really all of this is pointless, I am not even going, sick babies, I made the cobbler, some one came and picked it up, and I am sure it will be eaten, by polite little old ladies, with polite little smiles on their faces, all while they are plotting someones long painful death, because they too know, cobbler is not birthday cake.
Did you notice that run on sentence? Nope probably not, they sneak up on you, Jane Austin was very good at those run on sentence, some taking up half page, but she was such a good word smith, most go completely unnoticed.
I think I need to run out and get myself a fish sandwich and a side of cake, or maybe rent The Proposal again.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Long time again, but it is because I loathe myself, nothing serious.
So I am fat again, not as fat as I have been, just far from my half way goal, about 18 pounds away, which yes, sucks, sucks big time, I hate it, and I haven't really done much about it, except feel like an idiot and stuff my face more. So there you go. I make it worse.
But really that is a lie, I am working out more, lots more, we got a family pass to a city rec center that has a pool, track, cardio room, and plenty of weights, but the best part, they have free babysitting, which I love. I was worried that hubs wouldn't let me use it for the boys, but he soon realized that working up a sweat made me an easier person to be around, aka, less of a bitch. So he grins and bares it. I go and get really sweaty and gross, but I love it. The boys have been sick the last few days, probably from the above mentioned free daycare, then I also became sick for a day or two, so it has been a while since I have been able to work out, but the long hours in bed, zonked out, while Hubs watched the boys wasn't bad. (actually quite nice, thanks babe)
There is a lot I want to talk about, but I know long post get boring, so I will cut this short, I just wanted to say I am alive and not buried in the back yard.
Enjoy your day, go get sweaty and put down that doughnut, seriously, put it down.
Just kidding, enjoy!!
But really that is a lie, I am working out more, lots more, we got a family pass to a city rec center that has a pool, track, cardio room, and plenty of weights, but the best part, they have free babysitting, which I love. I was worried that hubs wouldn't let me use it for the boys, but he soon realized that working up a sweat made me an easier person to be around, aka, less of a bitch. So he grins and bares it. I go and get really sweaty and gross, but I love it. The boys have been sick the last few days, probably from the above mentioned free daycare, then I also became sick for a day or two, so it has been a while since I have been able to work out, but the long hours in bed, zonked out, while Hubs watched the boys wasn't bad. (actually quite nice, thanks babe)
There is a lot I want to talk about, but I know long post get boring, so I will cut this short, I just wanted to say I am alive and not buried in the back yard.
Enjoy your day, go get sweaty and put down that doughnut, seriously, put it down.
Just kidding, enjoy!!
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