Hello, hello, hello! Or in the words of Ann Curry, “Good morning, good morning, everybody, in the news this morning, good morning.” Oh what the heck, I’ll just let her say it.
Gets me every time.
So as some of you guessed, my prolonged absence was actually due to a misguided and ill-conceived attempt to grow a mullet like Tom Brady. Now David Beckham is getting in on the weird mullet act. Should such a beautiful man get a roadkill haircut? And again, like Tom Brady and his lady, isn’t David Beckham like, married to Victoria Beckham, aka Posh Spice, aka Skinny McPencil?
It may seem like I’m digressing. I’m not. Posh, who likes to be called Victoria, (it’s a compliment, she says… How is your name a compliment, unless your name is Damnyouresexy Jones?) recently said in an interview that she won’t lie–she eats lots of salads. “Salad. I’m not going to lie. I’m not one of those people that says “Oh, I eat hamburgers.”
And the sick thing is, I’m so glad she said that. I never thought that she ate anything other than salad, except for maybe the occasional kilo of cocaine (jk, no one can pry the cocaine shipments from Kate Moss’s kung-fu grip), but I’m just glad that she finally publicly said something honest. This helps take away the stigma from women in this country who DO eat hamburgers (guilty!) that we’re somehow inherently flawed because we can’t seem to look like Victoria Beckham. I do like Victoria Beckham, because she let her son wear his astronaut suit out in public, because she seems to love her children and her husband, and because she’s not shoveling loads of bull at the average American. For that, Victoria, (can I call you Vicky?) I am grateful.
Now enough about boring, skinny famous people. Let’s talk about me! I have been noticeably absent for the past five or so days. Honestly I was working like a crazy person trying to get something ready for tomorrow. Of course, I’ve wanted to blog so badly the whole time that I’m staying up way too late tonight as a trade off, but no matter. Back in college I’d never go to sleep before 3am. I was so nocturnal I thought I’d begun to grow a marsupial pouch. (In reality I was just getting another fat roll on my stomach. I blame Taco Bell for being open til 2am or later.)
During my absence, I did not let you down, dear readers. I stayed within my calories and tracked them compulsively.
One thing that I really must work on is eating regularly. I eat breakfast every day, because as reader Christine mentioned on her blog the other day, eating breakfast kickstarts the metabolism. Now I’ll be honest. There’s lots of dietary information out there that I think is total crap, but I’m a big believer in the metabolism.
Thyroid issues aside, I don’t think that some people are born with a fast one or a slow one. I think we train ourselves into one end of the spectrum. For instance, in high school I “ran track.” (Translation: I did shot-put and discus on the condition that I never, ever had to run in practice–a condition to which the coach agreed because I held the county records and he needed the meet points. Despite the common assumptions, shot-putters are not all Helga and Thor. It’s all about technique, really.) My friends were some of the distance runners. Not surprisingly, they were very, very thin. In the off season they ran cross-country. In their spare time, they ran around their neighborhoods. Meanwhile I was sunning myself in the backyard and biting individual grapes from a bunch I dangled from my hand.
It is my opinion that, (and I am by no means a doctor–I don’t even play one on the internet–so feel free to ignore this non-medical advice), a slow metabolism lives in a body that moves less, and a fast metabolism lives in a body that moves more.
The metabolism is what allows a bear to hibernate for months and wake up thinner but healthy. His metabolism slows to a crawl and he stores all his fat. His body works very efficiently on little energy.
That’s the same thing we do when we skip breakfast! We send the bear into hibernation and our bodies start conserving fuel (FAT) because there’s no new supply.
Think about the first people on this planet. I’m of the they-were-put-here persuasion, but you might be of the they-evolved-from-sea-monkies persuasion. Either way, they didn’t have it easy. They basically walked around (which is why walking is so important to a healthy lifestyle) looking for food, ate when they found it, went hungry when the didn’t. That’s why our bodies can work much like a bear’s. We were built for such occasional periods of hunger. It’s not a flaw that we gain weight, it’s part of the intricate design of the human body. This was all worked out long before Glen Bell ever dreamed of opening the first Taco Bell. And even longer before someone realized that a drive thru meant never even having to stand up to get your food.
So the moral of the story is eat your breakfast. Otherwise you’re just making weight loss harder.
In other news, I have a puncture wound on my right pinkie where the dog bit me when I was trying to take away a pecan tree branch that she wanted to bring inside and chew into sawdust. I was very concerned about this at first, but then I realized that I’d be really ticked off if someone tried to take away my 7 Layer Burrito, and then I kinda see where she’s coming from. However, that’s no excuse. So I’m going to work on enforcing the rules with her more. It’s been hard because I’ve been so busy, but she’ll be happier if she’s not biting me and getting a subsequent spanking. The Ranch is a mess too, and the Mothership is coming to visit tomorrow, so I’ve got to get cleaning as soon as asap. (My best friend used to say that.)
I promise I’ll try to keep updating regularly. I’m also thinking progress photos once a week. I know I said that earlier, so now I’m going to make good on it.
Today I ate:
1 T. butter –100
-Supper- (chicken soup)
chicken breast –220
1 small russet potato –59
Calories remaining: 790 (TOO MANY!)
Should I buy some Nutella for situations like this, when I have almost 800 calories left? I think I just might…
Oh and by the way, I had my “I feel skinnier” moment this morning! I’ll tell more tomorrow afternoon or night.