Monthly Archives: November 2013
I’m planning our Thanksgiving menu, which currently consists of ridiculous amounts of food for the four of us. I don’t care; leftovers are one of the best parts of Thanksgiving. I calculated how many pie crusts I need and how much butter; I nailed down an appetizer. After all that planning, I was horrified to realize I forgot to write stuffing on the list. Stuffing, one of my favorite components of the meal! (Shakes head, wonders about self.)
I’m still counting calories over here, a month and a half later. I’m happy to report that I am WAY less bitchy and obsessive than I was when I did Weight Watchers; I’m also losing weight more consistently (slowly but consistently) and not doing the thing where I feel like I’ve starved myself all week and then gained two pounds, you know? That was always discouraging. I’m giving Livestrong.com a big thumbs up for ease of use. Just be careful how you set it up, if you do use it. I did the thing where I put in my current weight and then how much weight I wanted to lose per week, and let it calculate my calories for me. (As a side note, it yelled at me when I said I wanted to lose two pounds a week. “THAT’S NOT ENOUGH CALORIES PER DAY, CRAZY WOMAN!” Being short sucks sometimes.)
What happened, though, was every time I updated to a new, lower weight, it would also lower my allotted number of calories per day. Since I’m super-short (barely 5 feet 1 inch), my calorie count was inching down to just over 1,000 calories per day. I was starting to get lightheaded at points, so I did some reading and apparently a woman of my age and size needs 1200 calories just to keep the ole body functioning. Anything less and my body thinks it’s starving, which defeats the purpose.
So I switched things around and set my daily calories at a fixed 1200 per day. That seems to work for me; combined with exercise, I’m losing about a pound a week with no hunger or lightheadedness.
On a related note, one of the things I love about the site is that you can enter your own recipes in and use those calorie counts. I was being lazy and using someone else’s calorie count for homemade honey wheat bread, which was something like 125 calories per slice. (Homemade bread has more calories than store-bought, but the better taste is worth it IMHO.) I finally got off my butt and entered Dave’s bread recipe in and was ecstatic to see that it’s only 80 calories per slice. And that’s with a slice even bigger than the ones I was giving myself before. So yay, homemade bread.
Still no idea if it’s helped my cholesterol levels (they screwed up my blood test on Friday and I have to go back tomorrow to have it re-done) but there’s been a positive effect on my high blood pressure. I’m not sure if it’s the exercise (probably is), but it was 110/60 at my doctor’s appointment on Friday, and I was a nervous wreck. I get nervous just looking at the building my doctor works out of; once I set foot inside my heart just starts pounding. Usually my BP is about 135/90 or a little higher, so when I told Dave what it was on Friday he was ready to check me into the hospital. If it stays low, maybe I can even go off medication.
If you’re looking for a stocking stuffer for someone who cooks, I highly HIGHLY recommend a Recipe Rock. I’m not linking to one because I’m not trying to make any money off referrals or anything, but if you do a search it’ll come right up. Seriously, I use mine every day. Just don’t lose the little magnet ball ‘cause, you know, you need that to make it work.
We’re having a weird November day here – we woke up to temperatures in the 60s and lots of wind, and then some big storms moved into the area. Of course, I’m missing all of it – it seems like nearly every time a big storm comes through I’m au natural (aka deaf), either because it’s nighttime and I’m in bed, or because I’ve taken a shower and I’m waiting for my hair to air-dry (usually one or two hours).
I got out of the shower and Dave excitedly told me about everything I missed (our bathroom has no window so between being deaf and not being able to see outside, I was clueless). He described how the wind was so loud it sounded like a train, and showed me our neighbor’s back yard, which is festooned with pieces of siding that flew off the house next door.
A little while later, while it was still raining and windy but not tornado-like, he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the patio door. There was nothing there except a leaf plastered to the glass outside. “Aw,” he said. “Goldie was here just a second ago!” (If you remember, Goldie is the outside/feral cat who lives under our deck and rebuffs our advances.) Dave went back to the living room to finish watching his football game.
I dug around and found a cat carrier; during a break in the game, I showed it to Dave. “What’s that for?” he wondered.
“Well, in case Goldie comes back and it gets really nasty, she can walk into the carrier from outside and at least be safe from the weather.” I knew how ridiculous it sounded even as I said the words, but I gave him a hopeful smile.
I may not have been able to hear it, but I do believe that man laughed uproariously.