Monday, December 29, 2014

Thus begins the healing, post Christmas edition

Christmas was very good to me. I now have an XBox One and a couple of dance games. Maybe I can get my rhythm back? heh heh

Today has been my goal day for detoxing off Christmas foods and sweets in particular. I have a lovely breakfast cooking (zucchini and onions, bacon, and eventually some eggs), and just finished 10 minutes of the dance fitness game. That was my goal for starting and there you go, it's done. I got one star! haha Not bad for an old broad.

Here's an aging thing that's making both of us crazy. I stripped down my old laptop. It was on the kitchen table while I was cleaning it up. About a month ago, I finally put it away. But where? Both of us have searched the house high and low and can't find it. WTagingF? It's not the regular place I would put it, but Tom's old, old laptop was, so I took that out and set up the photo editing software I want on it. It doesn't work beyond Windows XP; I was thinking my old laptop would be perfect.

While I was baking cookies, I went to get a piece of parchment for the cookie sheet so I could change it out. I had used 4 pieces of parchment that night. But, the roll was gone! It's like I put it down and it floated into thin air, never to be seen again. Did I throw the new roll away? Is it still MIA? I say it's with my laptop making "haha, we fooled you" babies.

Onward, I say. Time to get this show on the road.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Sounds like Jingles would have gone to heaven after all!

I heard on the news that the current, and very cool, pope told a child that there was room in heaven for all god's creatures, including dogs. My first thought was "where were you when I was a kid?"

I remember sitting in catechism and asking that very question, "Will my dog be able to go to heaven when he dies?" The instructor told me no, that heaven was for people. I'm sure she thought before answering, but I don't remember the exact details. What I do recall is thinking how unfair that was. Jingles, the family dog, did good things, he was a great dog, he meant no harm, and he should go to heaven too. But my hopes for my dog were dashed with one negative response.

That was a huge turning point for me in my religious training and belief system. I knew right then and there that I couldn't believe in someone that wasn't willing to accept our dog. I had already been struggling with the "I can't see," "I can't hear," "I can't feel" concepts of a supernatural being. I was a pre-teen, but deep into making decisions about how I felt and what I would accept. I didn't tell anyone how I was feeling. No way. A kid could get in big trouble for doubting there was a god.

Fast forward to my 20s. I started a mini-search for spiritual meaning. I started reading everything I could about religion, organized and otherwise. After having a child, I started attending my husband's family's church and attending the Sunday school sessions. We studied different religions during my most active period. And again, the old doubts came up. If one religion is true (the Catholics of my youth), how can these other religions believe theirs is true? If they're all true or even if they're not all true, there's no congruence. After a period of a couple years, I had a conversation with the pastor and let him know that it was hard for me to believe and he commented that even he had times of disbelief. That blew my mind.

Since then, I've continued to read of spiritual journeys and religious conversions, finding over and over that my real feelings tended toward the concepts of Zen. No, I'm not a Zen Buddhist, but I do find comfort and relief in the concept of "be." I still can't buy the life after death thing, just like I don't believe in ghosts. I don't mind throwing thoughts out there into the universe; I talk to the woods and to my dog often. Neither talk back, but sometimes I get clarity from the expression of concerns aloud. Maybe that's my form of "prayer."

I'm a middle child. It's hard for me to take a firm stand. I can't say I'm an atheist. What if? So, I go with agnostic humanistic Zen-like free thinker. AHZFT, that's me.

Looking back while remaining current, I wonder how I would have felt if the pope had already said my dog would go to heaven in the mid-60s?


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Dietary shakeup

Modifying again.

Set MyFitnessPal for 1200 calories today. That will include all foods except fruits and vegetables. Peas, lima beans, corn, potatoes, and other starchy vegetables will be calculated within the 1200. Broccoli, cabbage, green beans, and other vegetables of that ilk will not be counted. Logging will consist of the proteins, fats, starches, etc.

This is a trial. It's a combo of WW principles and paleo principles. I may or may not eat corn/limas/peas/legumes. I'll address that as it comes up.

The trial also includes avoiding sugar and artificial sweeteners, as well as honey and molasses and coconut crystals (heading off diabetes issues; it does make a difference).

My next planned splurge is Christmas eve and Christmas. I will run the plan for at least a week starting tomorrow. For the balance of today, I'll continue to eat well.

Combo these plates. I rarely eat dairy, but don't mind it. Let's do this thing. Pact reset today too.

USDA:

Whole30ish: