Breakfast: Nothing
Lunch: Tater Tots, chocolate
Dinner: Bag of salad, kind of large tomato, salad dressing
The Tots were eaten over several hours, a whole plate, as in an actual plate, of them. They are just as good cold as when piping hot from the oven, or at least pretty close. When I finished them, I had some 86% cocoa mass chocolate, and some lemonade that I made from frozen lemon juice and Splenda.
I am trying to keep a decent perspective about this eating thing, but I really should be ashamed of how badly I eat some days. Even I know that I have to create and follow a more balanced and reasonable way of eating, you know, like a decent diet, for crying out loud.
You know, I go to the store and I look at all the food and try to buy stuff that I will actually eat and that will not, ultimately, get tossed into the garbage because I am too tired and tired out to cook the damn stuff. There is still too much waste going on around here. It is not like I have a ton of money and a complete lack of conscience that would facilitate not feeling so freaking guilty about all of this.
I need to buy food. I need to eat it. It is as simple as that. And, yet, it is not. It is supremely difficult and complicated to do. I think that is why, heck, I know that it is why I am eating out several times each week. I know that there is not any reasonably easy to cook food at home and so I go to a restaurant and have a nice, healthy meal and it satisfies me because I know that there will not be any waste. If I stop at the market, there is an excellent chance that I will be too exhausted to actually cook what I have just bought by the time I get home and drag myself and everything else into the house. This totally sucks.
I tried buying just frozen stuff, like meals and parts of meals, things that are already cooked and just need heating in the microwave. I guess that is how the Tater Tots got into the freezer.
Unfortunately, there is not all that much in the realm of frozen foods that are as healthy as anyone, especially old and diabetic me, would prefer. More than a month ago I bought a package of pre-formed beef patties. All you have to do is to take one of the things out of the bag and cook it in a frying pan. You do not even have to thaw them, just grab them frozen. Seriously, that is all you have to do. I think that you can also broil them or bake them in the oven, but those things are more steps than I can handle most days.
I have a pound of asparagus in the refrigerator right now. I have, probably, two more days before I will have to trash it and all I have to do to eat them is to wash, snap the end, pop into a roasting pan, sprinkle and roll them around in a bit of olive oil, sprinkle with salt and bake them for a half hour. As simple as that is, they are still likely to be tossed. That is how little energy I have. I can sit here and type. I can rest and read. But, that is all that I can manage most days here at home. I am busy enough on my out-of-the-house days that I need the opportunity to rest and gather my strength. Man, even to me that sounds so pathetic and excuse-laden.
I have to fix this. I have to figure out a way to eat properly, not waste food and to spend as little as possible. I just have to figure this out. Even today was supposed to be a day of catching up and that seemed like it might happen after a neighbor cancelled our lunch plans. But, it was just another day of feeling crappy, so I did very little and tried very hard to not take a nap. Which, I did not. Maybe I should go back to my doctor and throw myself on her mercy and ask for happy drugs or, hell, I do not know how to properly explain how tired I am all the time, much less figure out how to ask for help.
So, there is nothing left except Guilty Pleasure. Shell Game. I like the colors.
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Thursday, June 9, 2011
100 Days toward a healthier life - Day 33
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Saturday, June 4, 2011
100 Days toward a healthier life - Day 28
Breakfast: Eggs, bacon
Lunch: Roast beef, green beans, fudge frozen thing, 2 squares of a Lindt bar
Dinner: Roast beef, brussels sprouts
Back on track, I guess. Last night's bout with frantic and emotional eating in response to sad stuff was significant enough to cause me to be bloated today and I cannot tell if my face is fatter or just filled with guilt-fluids or something. Tomorrow is lunch out with one of my ss women. She is my most challenging one, so the chances are excellent that I will have another self-control fail in the realm of food consumption.
I am not handling stress well this week. I cannot find what factor or aspect is different, but something is not the same. I have lost my equilibrium. I think that sadness, loss and disappointment might be the source, but that really bothers me because I want to, need to, am desperate to get rid of all of that crap. You know, my self-esteem or feelings of worth just have to stop being influenced by the crappy stuff that happens, because that stuff is always going to happen and I just cannot use it to defeat myself.
Oh, man, I would love, like really and truly love to put the responsibility for all of this on someone else. You know, like the crap distributors. But, if were not me as the honored recipient, it would be someone else and to take it personally is just pointless. Except that when someone says that you should not take it personally that is just more crap, because it is all personal. I just wish that when someone gives you their word, that it actually meant something, that you could hold and trust that they mean what they say, what they promise, what they assure and insist is the truth and that you can trust them.
The truth is that trusting anyone is an exercise in heartbreak and disappointment, but mostly heartbreak. I never break my work, never promise or assure something and then go back on it. Really, if we do not have our word, the sanctity and honor of holding and keeping what we say, then we do not have anything. Still, to be upset, to be hurt by this is childish and immature in every way. I wonder if anyone can be trusted, really.
Oh, well, my task for the next week is to grow up.
I finished buying the last few items for my end of season gift for my mentee today, on the way home from coffee with my friends. I know that she is going to like the art supplies that I have pulled together for her, but she will not be nearly as thrilled as I am to share them with her. Art and crafts has been the way to connect with her. We have already talked about what we will do together when school begins in the fall. We will do art every fourth session/visit and will play games or something the rest of the time. She is going to think about what those other activities will be, during her summer break.
Her mother's birthday is coming up soon and we will be making her a card this week. She decorated a picture frame for her this week, and the card will complete the gift. I have all kinds of stickers, markers, ribbons and embellishments from which she can choose. It is going to be fun and I will miss seeing her during the next few months. Although, it will be nice to have an extra day free for noodling around or sleeping late or just wasting any way I like.
Back to the sad stuff, but I am so disappointed in how circular my life is. I manage to take a tiny step forward in my life and then slide back several paces. There is some thing that I need to learn before I can even hope to have decent progress in my life.
Why I am so dense that I cannot see any part of what that might be?
Is it right here, close to me, at my side, breathing on me and I am not seeing it? What is it? Do I need more silence and a quiet heart to recognize it? What is it; what do you want from me?
Oh, and yesterday was day 27.
GP, because I can. It is a fields drawing, but it feels like vectors. Hell, what do I know. Yeah, I guess it is fields.
Lunch: Roast beef, green beans, fudge frozen thing, 2 squares of a Lindt bar
Dinner: Roast beef, brussels sprouts
Back on track, I guess. Last night's bout with frantic and emotional eating in response to sad stuff was significant enough to cause me to be bloated today and I cannot tell if my face is fatter or just filled with guilt-fluids or something. Tomorrow is lunch out with one of my ss women. She is my most challenging one, so the chances are excellent that I will have another self-control fail in the realm of food consumption.
I am not handling stress well this week. I cannot find what factor or aspect is different, but something is not the same. I have lost my equilibrium. I think that sadness, loss and disappointment might be the source, but that really bothers me because I want to, need to, am desperate to get rid of all of that crap. You know, my self-esteem or feelings of worth just have to stop being influenced by the crappy stuff that happens, because that stuff is always going to happen and I just cannot use it to defeat myself.
Oh, man, I would love, like really and truly love to put the responsibility for all of this on someone else. You know, like the crap distributors. But, if were not me as the honored recipient, it would be someone else and to take it personally is just pointless. Except that when someone says that you should not take it personally that is just more crap, because it is all personal. I just wish that when someone gives you their word, that it actually meant something, that you could hold and trust that they mean what they say, what they promise, what they assure and insist is the truth and that you can trust them.
The truth is that trusting anyone is an exercise in heartbreak and disappointment, but mostly heartbreak. I never break my work, never promise or assure something and then go back on it. Really, if we do not have our word, the sanctity and honor of holding and keeping what we say, then we do not have anything. Still, to be upset, to be hurt by this is childish and immature in every way. I wonder if anyone can be trusted, really.
Oh, well, my task for the next week is to grow up.
I finished buying the last few items for my end of season gift for my mentee today, on the way home from coffee with my friends. I know that she is going to like the art supplies that I have pulled together for her, but she will not be nearly as thrilled as I am to share them with her. Art and crafts has been the way to connect with her. We have already talked about what we will do together when school begins in the fall. We will do art every fourth session/visit and will play games or something the rest of the time. She is going to think about what those other activities will be, during her summer break.
Her mother's birthday is coming up soon and we will be making her a card this week. She decorated a picture frame for her this week, and the card will complete the gift. I have all kinds of stickers, markers, ribbons and embellishments from which she can choose. It is going to be fun and I will miss seeing her during the next few months. Although, it will be nice to have an extra day free for noodling around or sleeping late or just wasting any way I like.
Back to the sad stuff, but I am so disappointed in how circular my life is. I manage to take a tiny step forward in my life and then slide back several paces. There is some thing that I need to learn before I can even hope to have decent progress in my life.
Why I am so dense that I cannot see any part of what that might be?
Is it right here, close to me, at my side, breathing on me and I am not seeing it? What is it? Do I need more silence and a quiet heart to recognize it? What is it; what do you want from me?
Oh, and yesterday was day 27.
GP, because I can. It is a fields drawing, but it feels like vectors. Hell, what do I know. Yeah, I guess it is fields.
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