It started like any shitty fad diet. I’ve been battling my weight for as long as I can remember, and now my body has decided to throw some fairly serious health issues into the mix.
I’ve watched my family members change themselves through a controversial series of injections. I dont want to inject myself with something questionable, i dont feel like it is my path, plus i feel like it could do some serious damage on my already destroyed body. My close friends have taken up running habits. But I’m being left in the dust. When i run-do anything too strenuous, it absolutely knocks me on my ass for days. I cant walk, i am in excruciating pain. I started counting calories last year after a doctor told me that was the way to go, and it only made my obsessive compulsive tendencies go over the top, and made me starve myself more often than not.
My brother went full vegetarian recently, and I harassed him, but after standing back and really thinking about it, I knew that some of my most serious issues with food lay in processed foods and meats and an over abundance of dairy. I knew I couldn’t go full vegetarian though, I don’t have that kind of will power. I would just do well for a month and then fall off the wagon and overcompensate- consume everything in my path. I don’t want to wage war on carbs or glutens and I think some fats and sugars are necessary, I don’t even want to save the world. My carbon footprint is a moot issue, and frankly I think cows are delicious.
Then, after a little research into alternative eating lifestyles I came across Mark Bittman’s book: Vegan Before Six. What a breath of fresh air. A chef who loved food who simply wants to get healthier, but has the same qualms with weight loss that I do. After reading this book I realized for the first time that you can make your daily diet whatever you see fit.
There is no cheating because you have a noun- diet, you don’t -verb diet. So I gave it a try. I eat whatever for dinner. Sometimes, I eat cream cheese, ice cream, steak- everything terrible, and it’s fine because, before dinner I am a strict vegan.
Since starting this, I’ve had some weight loss- 12 pounds so far, a clear rise in healthfulness-i have had very little problems with my sciatica or fibromyalgia, and am no longer taking vicodin or muscle relaxers, my skin is better, and I crave less terrible things at night.
I wanted to blog about this to share some staple food items for anyone considering this change, and some tips.
1. You’re going to have to be slightly more proactive. Do your dishes, take your trash out, and sit down- take a break from pinterest and make a shopping list each week. PLAN YOUR MEALS. And bite the bullet and grocery shop. If you don’t, you will backslide into old habits.
2. You don’t have to eat quinoa every day. Or those off tasting fake meat items.
3. Make a bento box. Make your food appealing.
4. There are a million vegan recipes online, try something new, but not all at once otherwise you will end up with a $300 grocery bill at whole foods.
Here’s some things that have worked amazingly well for me:
-Bananas. Always have them.
-Chia seeds. They go in everything, smoothies, muffins, oatmeal.
-Oatmeal is your best friend, you can make it sweet or savory, add fruit, add nuts, applesauce, juice!
-Juice… constant juice.
-Canned pumpkin for Fall… you know why. Because pumpkin, we all do it
- Hummus, you can even make your own
- Nuts, they help fight meat cravings.
-Spinach, just grab a handful. in fact veggies are delicious raw, eat some broccoli, sugar peas, carrots.
-Tomatoes… not a veg so its here.
-Amy’s vegan meals and soups. Make sure you find the ones without cheese. These are great when you have the fuckits.
-Dark chocolate- yes it’s vegan, and it stimulates your digestion system and gives you feelings of euphoria. Go ahead.
And remember: there is no cheating. Craving a cheeseburger? Get one before the craving gets out of control. Take the weekend off for the bacon festival, just go back to it tomorrow. Food is delicious- never feel deprived.
First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,
Stitches to show something’s missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand
To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed
To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit -
Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me, they’ll bury you in it.
Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start
But in twenty-five years she’ll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.
It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it’s a poultice.
You have an eye, it’s an image.
My boy, it’s your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.”
For some reason, when I flopped myself out of bed this morning, this poem crept from the recesses of my early adulthood (twenties,) reminding me of the weird lessons I’ve taken in over these 30 years.
It was spinning, taking over “now your head, excuse me, is empty… now your head, excuse me, is empty… now your head, excuse me, is empty…”
And now my head, is, instead… quite full.
I love how most of the comments collected on this page are from people who are absolutely not affected by the above information, and want to place blame on one party or the other. Why are we in this situation? It’s not because of a cowboy or an election. It is because nobody is willing to take responsibility for their fellow human.
I’ve been part of two worlds, I grew up poor, and have worked long hours since I was fifteen. I eventually moved up the corporate ladder to make a comfortable living for myself. Now I’m unemployed, and dependent on those in my life that I’ve helped over the years. I’m in my twenties, and have elected not to have children because I think it’s financially irresponsible to foist more humans on this over-saturated market, and under-saturated humanity.
I’ve let people live off of me, and I’ve lived off others. You have to know how to give and receive help to survive in this economy, and if all of you think you’re only giving, think back to a time when you took.
I’m tired of hearing these self-important rambles about how Obama is destroying this country or about how the wealthy are “holding up” those that will not work hard. It’s all bullshit. I am calling you all on your bullshit. Pull your humanity together and work to be a better person in your community, YOUR taxes aren’t paying for anybody else. We all pay them. If you haven’t ventured into your community to make someone else’s life better, you haven’t done anything for your fellow human.
This economy is bad because we have ALL made it bad. We are all making the wrong choices. We are all working our fingers to the bone. We are all over-tired. There’s nothing setting you apart from anyone else. You are not better than someone without a computer, without a home. If you have the means to help, help. If you don’t, then learn to ask for help. But don’t come on some public forum complaining about the complex issues of this country without at least making an effort to improve it personally.
Glee has stolen the arrangement and backing track from Jonathan Coulton’s cover of ‘Baby Got Back’. This is not an accusation, it is a fact. Listen to the two side-by-side. It’s pretty obvious.
Now beyond the fact that this is intensely wrong, there’s a larger spectrum and moral quandary that chills me. This corporation is dictating the morals for an entire generation of young folks. And they think stealing is okay as long as it’s for entertainment value.
And now, their followers think this as well.
They don’t see the harm in this. It’s free advertising for the artist right?
No, he’s never been credited, and is not being paid for his work. They didn’t even ask permission, he had to find out from fans who found a leaked video on youtube.
So the fans called out Fox. And they still haven’t addressed us.
The sad thing is, if they had done this correctly, they would’ve boosted their fan base, and his. All this caused was the very type of turmoil they think makes good entertainment.
The creators of Glee are stuck forever in high school, and it’s they type that doesn’t send you home for plagiarism.
Just a little post from my lit. class.
We have been tasked to choose a hero from the Watchmen graphic novel, and then defend their heroism, this will grow into a full paper, but this is sort of a pre-write activity. I liked it, so I wanted to share.
"God help us all" Edward Blake mutters (on page 15 of chapter II of the graphic novel: Watchmen- Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons.) And this utterance leads the reader into a very specific three panel story-line. The comedian has just compared Dr. Manhattan’s ability to intervene to be god-like, and when he says "god help us all" it’s a statement with two simultaneous meanings, a throw-back expression with roots in a repressive religion as well as a plea to a more human almighty. Dr. Manhattan stands over the body of the gunned-down mother of Blake’s illegitimate child pondering, but changing nothing, in the following panel he poses the same way over the coffin of Blake, two instants in time intertwined ineffably by the recollective power of Dr. Manhattan, our omniscient god-being. In this third panel, there’s the overlay of a preacher’s funerary sermon: "…for as much as it hath pleased almighty god of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of a dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground…" And it is the most apt bit of sermon for this moment because Dr. Manhattan, who Blake calls out as having no mercy, has unending mercy in his rational endeavors despite his knowledge of time, and what will be and what is. He stands perplexed, and almost pleased. Dr. Manhattan was human, and because he is unstuck in time does not mean he is disconnected from his own humanity. It merely means he sees the good in a greater design when simpler or emotion-based characters might despair over the bondage of the human condition in a society with a perceived maximum wickedness or depravity. When discussing the idea of a hero, the Jesus-complex is hard to ignore, and there is nothing more Jesus-like than this large blue man ignoring the pain he must endure to drift through the universe’s plan for him.