That's right... I'm trying to educate my own ass about nutrition again... It's so hard to not instinctively reach for a stick of butter anymore! :P Ever since I've gotten off Atkins, I've been trying to eat right and exercise... and let me tell you, it's not easy! For the past 10 months, I've been eating like crap thanks to Atkins... and now, it's a real mental hurdle to not reach for a high-fat content snack like cheese or nuts.
I started a "food diary" today to track the stuff I'm eating - even water to track if I'm getting enough fluids in my body... and let me tell you... boy, have I been pee'ing a lot today! Whoo-weee! LOL Anyway, I'm trying to not only make healthier food choices but also trying to eat only when I'm hungry (a little less than 2 hours between 200 calorie snacks for me) It's made even harder since I was raised to eat everything off my plate and then have seconds or face dire consequences :( I'm like trained to overeat... it's kinda sad :(
Anyway, I'm going to train to have a hunger tolerance of 2 hours and 10 minutes between "snacks"... I'm starting small... while also keeping in mind that I need to eat more protein and less fat! Right now, my "diary" shows a current total of 5 cups of liquids, 76 grams of fat, 1,520 calories, 175 grams carbs, and 52 grams protein... So, I need to redistribute the carb grams to protein and watch my fat intake and keep that below my protein intake... After that, it's just a simple hour of working out... divided in 2 convenient 30 minute blocks for my DVD player ;)
Friday, June 11, 2004
Here comes the bride!
And no, it's not me :P On Wednesday, my mother's b/f, Lou, requested that each of the 3 daughters return home for a formal family dinner... (everytime this happens, I feel like we're in some kind of Tolkien fantasy world and each of us comes from a different land representing the strengths and flaws of different races. Yet, we come together from afar to meet for important occasions... This should give you an idea of how often my sisters and I get together :P) Anyway, we all had dinner together and towards the end of the evening, Lou tells us the reason he's called this meeting of the Justice League...
"I asked you 3 girls home... you 3 wonderful women... you 3 beautiful young women... (for some weird reason he kept calling us "beautiful" and "gorgeous" and stuff like that... go fig :P)... because your mother and I have been together awhile now and I care about her very much. I want to ask you for your permission to get engaged to your mother... and we haven't talked dates yet... but I want to take care of her and take her hand in holy matrimony... and I want to have your approval."
Awwwwwwwwwww :) So, each of the 3 weird sisters came up with an impromptu speech and we all accepted him into our family :) I'm really happy for my mom! After everything, she really deserves a man who will treat her with the love and respect she deserves :) So, last I heard, she's picking out a $6K engagement ring ;) Funny... since a recent survey of American women reveals that 58% would rather have an HDTV than a one carat diamond ring... of course... $6K isn't gonna JUST buy a one carat diamond ring, now is it? ;)
"I asked you 3 girls home... you 3 wonderful women... you 3 beautiful young women... (for some weird reason he kept calling us "beautiful" and "gorgeous" and stuff like that... go fig :P)... because your mother and I have been together awhile now and I care about her very much. I want to ask you for your permission to get engaged to your mother... and we haven't talked dates yet... but I want to take care of her and take her hand in holy matrimony... and I want to have your approval."
Awwwwwwwwwww :) So, each of the 3 weird sisters came up with an impromptu speech and we all accepted him into our family :) I'm really happy for my mom! After everything, she really deserves a man who will treat her with the love and respect she deserves :) So, last I heard, she's picking out a $6K engagement ring ;) Funny... since a recent survey of American women reveals that 58% would rather have an HDTV than a one carat diamond ring... of course... $6K isn't gonna JUST buy a one carat diamond ring, now is it? ;)
Tuesday, June 8, 2004
Atkins, grades, retarded wives, and more!!!
Hello! So, I got off Atkins! Yay! I got really sick after finals and just ate anything I could get my hands on (including pizzas and pasta) and decided, "Hey, this isn't so bad!" In fact, I kept losing weight after I got off Atkins! - I'm 126 lbs. now! Lucky me! :) And let me tell you, it feels GREAT to eat sushi again! :D Actually, I got off for another reason; Time magazine came out with a special report on obesity in America and one of the diets listed was Atkins. Well, it said that there is conclusive evidence that long-term Atkins adversely affects your colon and liver health! So, that's why I decided to quit :P
Remember how I told you my GPA this semester would be between 3.3 and 3.6? It's a 3.75! Theoretically an A- across the board! :) I was actually surprised that it was over my original estimate! :D My grades were actually all As and one B... looks like my creative writing teacher liked my work after all! Then again, how could she not? After all, my poetry has won international awards :P
As an add-on to my last post, I forgot to include the rest of the conversation between Chris and I! Basically, we talked about whether we would be together if he were retarded (to which I said yes)... but then I asked him if he'd still be with me if I were retarded... and here's the sweet part... I said, "What would you get out of being with me? I couldn't stimulate your mind or do anything with you... There would be no advantage to staying married to me!" and he said, "I'd want to make sure that my wife, the person I married out of love, would still be taken care of and safe." Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :) Then I asked him if he'd cheat on me if I were retarded and he's like "Gross! No way! How could I sleep with someone else and then come home to you? I just couldn't do it! It's wrong!" So, I asked him if we'd still have a sex life... to which he responded, "Yes, even though you'd be giggling the whole time, we'd still have sex"... to which I asked, "What if I were your HOT, retarded wife?" :P haha
I've also updated my apartment layout! I put the TV in the front room and put one of the couches where the TV used to be. Then, I moved the bookcase to the living room and the computer to the bedroom and then moved the kitchen table so it seats four now (this means more dinner parties everyone!) So, now I have the liberty to do my workouts, play video games, sing my Vietnamese karaoke, watch movies, and do my Alexander technique all in a large, open area! Stop by to see it sometime!
Lastly, I bought an electric 5-string violin! It was $260 off eBay and it's not a bad instrument! Yay! Well, that's all the news for now! Maybe I'll post a pic of me in some shiny leather pants and my new green 5-string on here one day... till then, thanks for reading and I hope you're all having a good summer!
Remember how I told you my GPA this semester would be between 3.3 and 3.6? It's a 3.75! Theoretically an A- across the board! :) I was actually surprised that it was over my original estimate! :D My grades were actually all As and one B... looks like my creative writing teacher liked my work after all! Then again, how could she not? After all, my poetry has won international awards :P
As an add-on to my last post, I forgot to include the rest of the conversation between Chris and I! Basically, we talked about whether we would be together if he were retarded (to which I said yes)... but then I asked him if he'd still be with me if I were retarded... and here's the sweet part... I said, "What would you get out of being with me? I couldn't stimulate your mind or do anything with you... There would be no advantage to staying married to me!" and he said, "I'd want to make sure that my wife, the person I married out of love, would still be taken care of and safe." Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :) Then I asked him if he'd cheat on me if I were retarded and he's like "Gross! No way! How could I sleep with someone else and then come home to you? I just couldn't do it! It's wrong!" So, I asked him if we'd still have a sex life... to which he responded, "Yes, even though you'd be giggling the whole time, we'd still have sex"... to which I asked, "What if I were your HOT, retarded wife?" :P haha
I've also updated my apartment layout! I put the TV in the front room and put one of the couches where the TV used to be. Then, I moved the bookcase to the living room and the computer to the bedroom and then moved the kitchen table so it seats four now (this means more dinner parties everyone!) So, now I have the liberty to do my workouts, play video games, sing my Vietnamese karaoke, watch movies, and do my Alexander technique all in a large, open area! Stop by to see it sometime!
Lastly, I bought an electric 5-string violin! It was $260 off eBay and it's not a bad instrument! Yay! Well, that's all the news for now! Maybe I'll post a pic of me in some shiny leather pants and my new green 5-string on here one day... till then, thanks for reading and I hope you're all having a good summer!
Cinnabon & Panda - Illustrious Superhero Team
On Sunday, Chris and I graded 31 papers in 6 hours! For any of you that have graded research papers (comments, checklists, grades and all), our average of 5 papers per hour is quite the superhuman feat! ;) In fact, it's a team record! :P After we were done, we took a break to relax and shake off the rigors of marathon grading before heading to Denny's for dinner. Even at Denny's, we managed to grade two more papers while we were eating and conversing over a strangely sweet discussion...
Chris got syrup all over his chin while stuffing a piece of French toast in his mouth and laughing at the same time, making him look like he was retarded (and trust me folks, he looked pret-ty retarded) :P and in response, a horrible thought crossed my mind... if Chris were retarded, would I still care for him? I went through the scenario in my mind and decided that if he were retarded, I'd still love him. Strangely enough, the way that he was smiling at me with syrup all over himself was incredibly sweet, endearing... and... well... retarded (but that's beside the point :P) What I discovered was that even though he may not have the mental capacity to talk politics or even the coordination to go bowling, what I found truly counted after all was his capacity to love...
And even now I get to thinking, "Is it possible that nature gives birth to all of us, even those of us who are impaired in various ways, with everything we need to live life?" "Could it be that, after all is said and done, we can live complete lives if we are nurtured by love and given the opportunity to love?" This must be how parents can love and interact with their retarded children... it doesn't so much matter if they are smart or strong or able... the only competency they need their children to have is the capacity for love... and one thing is true, even retarded children, whether human or calf, knows when they are loved and how to love those who love them in turn.
And in the end, I know that retardation ensures some of us do not survive, and that's not what I'm talking about... I'm talking about what's important when you take everything else away... I wouldn't marry someone who was brilliant, strong, and competent but lacked the ability to love and care for me... and conversely, I wouldn't abandon the person I love (and who loves me) just because they couldn't read, or jog, or talk... as long as they can love me and I can enjoy seeing how my love affects them, that's all I can ask for... So, I leave you with this: If Chris were retarded, we would still have eaten at that Denny's... and he might have still ordered that French toast... and I'd still feel like the most loved and luckiest woman alive just from seeing his syrup-covered grin beaming happily back at me.
Chris got syrup all over his chin while stuffing a piece of French toast in his mouth and laughing at the same time, making him look like he was retarded (and trust me folks, he looked pret-ty retarded) :P and in response, a horrible thought crossed my mind... if Chris were retarded, would I still care for him? I went through the scenario in my mind and decided that if he were retarded, I'd still love him. Strangely enough, the way that he was smiling at me with syrup all over himself was incredibly sweet, endearing... and... well... retarded (but that's beside the point :P) What I discovered was that even though he may not have the mental capacity to talk politics or even the coordination to go bowling, what I found truly counted after all was his capacity to love...
And even now I get to thinking, "Is it possible that nature gives birth to all of us, even those of us who are impaired in various ways, with everything we need to live life?" "Could it be that, after all is said and done, we can live complete lives if we are nurtured by love and given the opportunity to love?" This must be how parents can love and interact with their retarded children... it doesn't so much matter if they are smart or strong or able... the only competency they need their children to have is the capacity for love... and one thing is true, even retarded children, whether human or calf, knows when they are loved and how to love those who love them in turn.
And in the end, I know that retardation ensures some of us do not survive, and that's not what I'm talking about... I'm talking about what's important when you take everything else away... I wouldn't marry someone who was brilliant, strong, and competent but lacked the ability to love and care for me... and conversely, I wouldn't abandon the person I love (and who loves me) just because they couldn't read, or jog, or talk... as long as they can love me and I can enjoy seeing how my love affects them, that's all I can ask for... So, I leave you with this: If Chris were retarded, we would still have eaten at that Denny's... and he might have still ordered that French toast... and I'd still feel like the most loved and luckiest woman alive just from seeing his syrup-covered grin beaming happily back at me.
Thursday, June 3, 2004
...3...2...1...We have boobjob!
So, I've decided to have my boobjob operation done with Tom Pousti in La Mesa. I decided on him for several reasons:
#1) He is in San Diego and I wanted to heal in good weather, around my family, and where there is cable TV :P
#2) He does most of the surgery using just his fingers (which means he has a high rate of women who keep their nipple sensitivity!)
#3) He has never had a case of bleeding or infection (the two most severe post-operative complications)
#4) He does very natural work! He can take someone from a AA cup to a medium C and it doesn't look fake!
#5) He seems like he is really interested in helping me achieve my personal goals and concerned about me as an individual :)
#6) Compared to Dr. Brahme ($5725) and Dr. Grover ($7300), Dr. Pousti comes in value-priced at $5400
All in all, whoever I decided on would have been a great choice - they all had their strengths. I'm glad I had such a qualified selection to choose from! Thank you to Chris for that one! ;) My appointments are: June 18th - 4:30 pm, Pre-op visit June 29th - 2:30pm, and Surgery day July 23rd - 9:30am. I'll keep you all updated right up to the day of surgery! :)
#1) He is in San Diego and I wanted to heal in good weather, around my family, and where there is cable TV :P
#2) He does most of the surgery using just his fingers (which means he has a high rate of women who keep their nipple sensitivity!)
#3) He has never had a case of bleeding or infection (the two most severe post-operative complications)
#4) He does very natural work! He can take someone from a AA cup to a medium C and it doesn't look fake!
#5) He seems like he is really interested in helping me achieve my personal goals and concerned about me as an individual :)
#6) Compared to Dr. Brahme ($5725) and Dr. Grover ($7300), Dr. Pousti comes in value-priced at $5400
All in all, whoever I decided on would have been a great choice - they all had their strengths. I'm glad I had such a qualified selection to choose from! Thank you to Chris for that one! ;) My appointments are: June 18th - 4:30 pm, Pre-op visit June 29th - 2:30pm, and Surgery day July 23rd - 9:30am. I'll keep you all updated right up to the day of surgery! :)
Tuesday, June 1, 2004
My Personal Crusade
My personal crusade is one in which I shall cleanse my entire apartment of unnecessary filth and reorganize everything according to my desires. My plan for apartment domination is logical and systematic, with plans for taking over one room at a time. Once the entire apartment is under my control, I shall begin to institute order and cleanliness across the carpeted lands. Any dirt, grime, or mold will not be tolerated and shall be quickly apprehended and discretely destroyed. Everything shall be categorized and compartamentalized; this shall pave the way for chaste systems and specialization. It will be hard in the beginning to ensure re-education amongst the citizens of my apartment. But soon, they will fall into comfortable roles as inanimate objects and my rule shall be the law of the land. Pope Urban II would be proud. :P
Solid.
On Thursday nite, I woke up shivering - my teeth were clattering together, I was shaking uncontrollably, I felt unexplainably nervous and upset, and I felt like I was completely naked in the middle of a frozen wasteland. I had some sort of bad dream about teaching violin and then when I went up to teach the kid, I couldn't say anything and the parents just kept looking at me, but all I could do is shake. It was so terrible that I tried putting on additional layers of clothing, closing the window, talking myself out of it, and evem slapping myself in the face to make me stop... but it was as if I had no control at all over what was happening. I got up and made my way to the kitchen to get some water, but I couldn't even hold that in my mouth! I went to go lay on the couch to just try to relax and talk myself out of whatever I couldn't control about myself and I just threw up acid everywhere inside this shopping bag that was luckily nearby... HORRIBLE NITE :(
The next morning, I'm so sick that I can barely walk - I think I have the flu or something. I lay in bed just falling asleep and waking up to take a sip of water every 5 minutes because my dehydration is so severe. I spend the next 4 hours laying in bed resting because I feel noxious when I stand up. I call Chris at work and ask him to visit me this weekend to take care of me (even though just 12 hours earlier I told him that he shouldn't come visit me this weekend because he has lots of work to do and he should spend time with his family). My friend, Craig, comes over to bring me lunch since I can't drive anywhere, cook anything, or even get out of bed. Sleep... until Chris calls with a one hour warning. I hit the showers, get out, throw up in my hair, become hysterical and cry about it and hit the showers again... I get out feeling hopeless and depressed and also very sick :( Chris surprises me at the door as I'm "on my way out to pick him up", greeting me with a big smile, open arms, a candy in the shape of a rose, and 2 pints of Atkins ice cream... all I can do is wince in pain :(
After realizing I don't just have a minor cold, Chris becomes Super-Amazing B/F and really steps up to the plate when taking care of me :D That nite, despite him taking my covers away so I wouldn't get more sick (grrrr), he notes that I was screaming out in my sleep and shaking uncontrollably - I don't recall a thing...
Saturday and Sunday pretty much sucked for me. Even though I tried to be at my best by acting healthy and able to do normal things, I was really weak and ended up having to go home from both Jack in the Box and IHOP :( I think the worst part was I gave my sickness to Chris :(
He started getting sick on Sunday (and maybe even Saturday - if he was hiding it, I couldn't tell), but today was the worst for him. So, I knew it was my turn to return the favor - and I really wanted to (he'd taken such good care of me!) :) By the end of our time together, I've almost made a full physical recovery (except for coughing and tiredness at times). However, I think Chris tries to hide the fact that he feels awful :( I feel so bad for getting him sick :( I hope he gets better soon! If not, I'll have to make some Sloppy Steves and bring them over to him ;)
I titled this blog entry "Solid." because this weekend showed me that our relationship is solid. When I was down and out, he came to my rescue, and when he became sick, I tried hard to comfort him and make him feel better. I also named it "solid" because we spent part of the weekend reading papers together and that shows me that we can work well together. All in all, we can work as an equal partners team. However, if one person isn't able to do something, that person knows that their partner will step in and help them out with that and vice versa. It shows me that our relationship is like this - something I've always known for myself - a team that's there for each other through thick and thin. I don't believe that if I really need him, that he won't help me and I'm betting the same goes for him too. From conflict resolution to caring for the ill, that kind of commitment is what makes our relationship solid :)
The next morning, I'm so sick that I can barely walk - I think I have the flu or something. I lay in bed just falling asleep and waking up to take a sip of water every 5 minutes because my dehydration is so severe. I spend the next 4 hours laying in bed resting because I feel noxious when I stand up. I call Chris at work and ask him to visit me this weekend to take care of me (even though just 12 hours earlier I told him that he shouldn't come visit me this weekend because he has lots of work to do and he should spend time with his family). My friend, Craig, comes over to bring me lunch since I can't drive anywhere, cook anything, or even get out of bed. Sleep... until Chris calls with a one hour warning. I hit the showers, get out, throw up in my hair, become hysterical and cry about it and hit the showers again... I get out feeling hopeless and depressed and also very sick :( Chris surprises me at the door as I'm "on my way out to pick him up", greeting me with a big smile, open arms, a candy in the shape of a rose, and 2 pints of Atkins ice cream... all I can do is wince in pain :(
After realizing I don't just have a minor cold, Chris becomes Super-Amazing B/F and really steps up to the plate when taking care of me :D That nite, despite him taking my covers away so I wouldn't get more sick (grrrr), he notes that I was screaming out in my sleep and shaking uncontrollably - I don't recall a thing...
Saturday and Sunday pretty much sucked for me. Even though I tried to be at my best by acting healthy and able to do normal things, I was really weak and ended up having to go home from both Jack in the Box and IHOP :( I think the worst part was I gave my sickness to Chris :(
He started getting sick on Sunday (and maybe even Saturday - if he was hiding it, I couldn't tell), but today was the worst for him. So, I knew it was my turn to return the favor - and I really wanted to (he'd taken such good care of me!) :) By the end of our time together, I've almost made a full physical recovery (except for coughing and tiredness at times). However, I think Chris tries to hide the fact that he feels awful :( I feel so bad for getting him sick :( I hope he gets better soon! If not, I'll have to make some Sloppy Steves and bring them over to him ;)
I titled this blog entry "Solid." because this weekend showed me that our relationship is solid. When I was down and out, he came to my rescue, and when he became sick, I tried hard to comfort him and make him feel better. I also named it "solid" because we spent part of the weekend reading papers together and that shows me that we can work well together. All in all, we can work as an equal partners team. However, if one person isn't able to do something, that person knows that their partner will step in and help them out with that and vice versa. It shows me that our relationship is like this - something I've always known for myself - a team that's there for each other through thick and thin. I don't believe that if I really need him, that he won't help me and I'm betting the same goes for him too. From conflict resolution to caring for the ill, that kind of commitment is what makes our relationship solid :)
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