Weight-loss and stuff this time.
Yes, I know. I got fat last year, it happened. I gained some 50lbs living in Georgia with a fat man who had bad eating habits. It's taken me the entire summer to get my appetite back under control. The summer started off poorly, as I was starving at all times for no reason. I know I didn't need that many calories, or that much food, but I was shaky, cranky, and hungry at all times. Slowly I began weening myself off of snacking in between meals, until I finally got back down to my 1600 calories a day or so.
Now, whenever I eat potato chips or cheetos or whatever, I start to feel sick. Which means I'm not used to such rich, bad-for-you foods anymore. Instead, I eat on a schedule: Breakfast at 1pm, "lunch" at 5pm, and dinner some time after 9pm. Most people claim that eating at night makes you fat - only if you go to bed after. I stay awake until 3am minimum, so I have plenty of time to walk Isley, digest properly, etc.
And now: My meals are all home cooked. Even if my sister and her retard eat out, I don't go for their leftovers. This past week I've made: Veggie omelets with zucchini, onions, and peppers. Spaghetti with zucchini, garlic, and mushrooms (which lasted 4 nights on one can of spaghetti sauce). A Lo Mein concoction with the leftover spaghetti noodles, chicken, zucchini, carrots and onions. Curry chicken with veggies and garlic bread. And Teriyaki Stir Fry with veggies, ground buffalo meat, and rice. Those are just my dinners. Breakfast has been home made blueberry pancakes, all-fruit smoothies (no filler or milk involved, just strawberries, bananas, and blueberries), and cereal.
Not all of it was "diet food" but I ate normal proportions on an eating schedule. This is the most consistently I've eaten since moving home, for one reason: I wasn't really "allowed" to cook before. My mother always told me how rude it is to make food for myself in a house of four people, and not share. However, she has dietary needs (no sodium, no sugars, no carbs, no freaking flavor), and cooking was miserable when I had to do it for everyone.
So I decided to start cooking just for myself. I pulled out my old pots and pans from living alone, all of the "one or two people" serving size cookware. I started planning my meals, and making them as I saw fit. This also means that I have to buy all of my own foodstuffs instead of sharing with the family, which is tough on zero income. So I've been improvising, reusing things (like not wasting my spaghetti noodles, frying them with soy sauce instead), and filling meals with as many veggies from the garden as possible.
After losing ten lbs in the last two weeks simply by eating better, I feel infinitely better. No more "Oh man, I forgot why I hate McDonalds" aftershocks from sharing with my sister, or feeling guilty after a meal. Also, cooking is somewhat zen-like, since I have to concentrate on what I'm doing, or risk adding too much cooking oil, spilling, forgetting ingredients (like flavor), etc. As much as everything else sucks, I'm doing better health-wise. That's more than what I can expect at the moment.
Now to get this sleep thing back under control, and ponder leaving college to rejoin the workforce and flush my dreams. It's stupid how life works sometimes.
Now, whenever I eat potato chips or cheetos or whatever, I start to feel sick. Which means I'm not used to such rich, bad-for-you foods anymore. Instead, I eat on a schedule: Breakfast at 1pm, "lunch" at 5pm, and dinner some time after 9pm. Most people claim that eating at night makes you fat - only if you go to bed after. I stay awake until 3am minimum, so I have plenty of time to walk Isley, digest properly, etc.
And now: My meals are all home cooked. Even if my sister and her retard eat out, I don't go for their leftovers. This past week I've made: Veggie omelets with zucchini, onions, and peppers. Spaghetti with zucchini, garlic, and mushrooms (which lasted 4 nights on one can of spaghetti sauce). A Lo Mein concoction with the leftover spaghetti noodles, chicken, zucchini, carrots and onions. Curry chicken with veggies and garlic bread. And Teriyaki Stir Fry with veggies, ground buffalo meat, and rice. Those are just my dinners. Breakfast has been home made blueberry pancakes, all-fruit smoothies (no filler or milk involved, just strawberries, bananas, and blueberries), and cereal.
Not all of it was "diet food" but I ate normal proportions on an eating schedule. This is the most consistently I've eaten since moving home, for one reason: I wasn't really "allowed" to cook before. My mother always told me how rude it is to make food for myself in a house of four people, and not share. However, she has dietary needs (no sodium, no sugars, no carbs, no freaking flavor), and cooking was miserable when I had to do it for everyone.
So I decided to start cooking just for myself. I pulled out my old pots and pans from living alone, all of the "one or two people" serving size cookware. I started planning my meals, and making them as I saw fit. This also means that I have to buy all of my own foodstuffs instead of sharing with the family, which is tough on zero income. So I've been improvising, reusing things (like not wasting my spaghetti noodles, frying them with soy sauce instead), and filling meals with as many veggies from the garden as possible.
After losing ten lbs in the last two weeks simply by eating better, I feel infinitely better. No more "Oh man, I forgot why I hate McDonalds" aftershocks from sharing with my sister, or feeling guilty after a meal. Also, cooking is somewhat zen-like, since I have to concentrate on what I'm doing, or risk adding too much cooking oil, spilling, forgetting ingredients (like flavor), etc. As much as everything else sucks, I'm doing better health-wise. That's more than what I can expect at the moment.
Now to get this sleep thing back under control, and ponder leaving college to rejoin the workforce and flush my dreams. It's stupid how life works sometimes.