It’s been quite while since I’ve had a chance to be truly still.
Weekdays are always rushed, of course, because the guys have to get me to work and then get about their day. I am up early, but the time is filled with getting my chores done then preparing for work. I rarely boot my computer during the week…unless I’ve forgotten what time and where my first meeting will be.
Weekends aren’t much different, we generally get up and have to rush off somewhere or prepare for guests, so we’re getting chores done and getting ready for the day as soon as our feet hit the floor.
This weekend, however, Rod is doing all the rushing. He has a conference across town, so he’s in for meals and then off again like a shot. Jack is at Connor’s house for a sleepover. I expect him back this afternoon after karate, since he and Connor are in the same Saturday morning karate class, but meanwhile I am on my own in blessed silence.
Today, I got to sleep in until I woke up on my own, and since I don’t have anywhere to be until Monday, I can do my chores as slowly as I like, blog, haunt Facebook, or whatever I want to do with my time.
I do, of course, have several scrapbook pages in progress that I really want to finish up today and several I want to start — and some new techniques I want to try and several (dozen) letters I want to have written before payday…but getting to them is up to me. Such luxury!
Anyway, things have been going well. I am now so busy at work that I rarely have time to write letters – which is why they’re this weekend’s project – a good kind of problem to have. I just have to start focusing on taking a lunch break and writing then. I’m not sure yet what the changes at work mean, but they seem to be good ones. At the very least, more to do means the days go faster.
Jack is really really enjoying his soccer class. (See the photos.) Usually, I am in the woods picking berries when he plays, but this week I didn’t have a chance to change my clothes and I don’t want blackberry thorns to tear up my work clothes, so I played with my camera instead. I’m glad I did. Of course, it means we don’t have that gallon of berries this week, but I got to see how much Jack loves soccer and that’s well worth picking the berries later. I also got these photos — so now I can scrapbook his love of soccer as well as karate. Good deal.
I have no idea how to gauge how good jack is at soccer (or not), but he certainly plays with great enthusiasm and puts his heart into it, and to me, that means he’s very good.
Rod and I continue our super-low carb detox. (He did the calculations and has determined that we’re eating about 40 or 50 grams a day.)
We’re into month two now and it’s getting easier. For the first several weeks I felt weak and tired a lot. I expected it, because I suspected that I was still a sugar burner. Being diabetic suggests that, as does low blood sugar if I hadn’t eaten for a couple of hours, even though I was undeniably fat enough to live off the “fat of the land” for more than a couple of hours.
Now, I still get hungry, but it takes a long time – 12 or 13 hours sometimes. And I feel hungry, but I don’t feel a ‘low blood sugar, cranky, don’t want to eat just want to sleep’ feeling. My stomach growls and my mouth waters and I feel an emptiness in my belly, but that’s all. I can wait, if I have to and my family isn’t at risk if I have to.
I still try not to let that happen at work, because there are endless temptations there that will make me hurt in every joint and make me miserable for at least three days — but which I find VERY hard to resist when I get too hungry. Well, I find it easy for a week or two after I succumb and feel miserable because I still remember that it never actually tastes good. I also find it easier if it’s not too prominent. Unfortunately I have VERY generous colleagues and there are usually open bowls of candy on at least several nearby desks and pastries, bagels, cakes, or something similar on the counter near the water fountain. I can walk past those for hours, but after a while, if I’m hungry, my resolve weakens, so, I try always to have something in my desk and plenty of food for the day.
As I’ve gotten to be more of a fat burner, it’s gotten easier because I am less often that hungry.
I have been doing some research and have come to realize that while we don’t “qualify” as paleo, we seem to fit much better under the “primal” umbrella. (Rod keeps trying to figure out why it matters to me that we do or don’t fit under an umbrella, since it won’t have much effect on what we do — we include or exclude foods based on how we feel (and in this most recent case, based on doctors recommendations for a specific reason and a specific period). I think it matters to me because it’s easier to explain. I’m bad at regurgitating information on command. I am good at research. I’m good at collating the research I do into a well-written white paper/blog post/letter. But I lose details pretty fast. Much easier if people I am talking with face to face have general questions to be able to say “research ** on the Internet”.)
Anyway, the primal lifestyle is similar to paleo, but is based much more on vegetables and fruits with meat coming in second place. Paleo recipes are still a mainstay, but we add more vegetables more often. I think Rod would be quite content on a strictly paleo routine, but I can only eat so much meat. I got very sick as a vegetarian, but I didn’t actually miss the meat.
Another thing I have come to realize is how lucky we were in the way we approached this. We weren’t looking for weight loss. We were looking for health and we gradually eliminated foods as we discovered that they made us feel bad. We could fine tune according to how we feel, and be happy when it worked to make us feel better.
People who are looking for weight loss would never have persevered the three years it took us to start seeing that.
The extreme weight loss actually took me by surprise and freaked me out to a degree that I “put a stop to it” for 8 or 9 months while my self image caught up. (By eating way too many potato chips – they’re not food, but they don’t make me hurt, either and they taste good. And because they’re carby-liscious, they also slow weight loss.)
Now that we’re detoxing from sugars, the weight loss has started again at about 10 pounds per month as best as I can tell. (We don’t have a scale, so I weigh myself only sporadically.) I suspect that when I add starchy vegetables back again in October, if it doesn’t stop, it will slow down. It has to end eventually, and I think I have made my peace with looking very different.
Folks who want to ‘be skinny by next weekend’ spend a lot of effort on tweaking what they’re doing to maximize weight loss and get frustrated that the weight doesn’t come off faster. We never went through that. We got less and less sick, and we were able to enjoy it fully for what it is. And we still got the (benefit?) of weight loss.
OK, Jack’s home. Time I went to play with him. Have a great weekend!