My doctor recommended resistance training, and but I don’t know if he meant resistance against sweets, or uninformed catty comments, or weight-bearing resistance exercises, or all of the above.
My confession: I tend to share my weight loss milestones close to my birthday or Christmas, so my friends will send me chocolate and toffee to covertly undo me. They forget I have a secret weapon: a 5’10", 120 lbs boy who protects me against non-nutritive carbohydrates by taking the bullets meant for me. My kid is working his way through a bag of Thornton’s Toffees, essentially English refined burnt sugar.
What were the suppositions you were losing weight incorrectly? Yes, we are all different, that’s why some of us have allergies to certain foods and proteins, and others don’t. That’s why some of us are ectomorphic, some endomorphic and others mesomorphic. Some of us can’t digest beef, others get inflammation from casein in dairy. Think how small the diet books shelf space would be if we all tolerated the same foods.
Nailed it. Moderation is key. I fast quite a bit, but don’t neglect nutrition. And I usually eat light, except when I bake or the occasional splurge on general Tsos.
(Still need to reign in the odd pint. It gets expensive, and really doesn’t help much)
I am a classic mesomorph. Which has its advantages and disadvantages. I’ll never be as quick as an ectomorph, nor as strong as a endomorph. But I like who I am, and my physical body is very close to my internal body image, these days.
But I’ve always been a bit of a peacock. Exhibit A:
With no nutrition training, I bet. A teensy bit of Twitter-stalking would’ve shown her who my doctoris.
I’m mostly “if the weight loss works for you, great!” but if people die of a pulmonary embolism three months after their weight loss goals were met, and their autopsies show all these blood clots from high blood sugar from their diets they were on when they had hip, knee, or shoulder surgery, and they had hypertension, I’d be scratching my head about the diet’s effectiveness. If I were a blood relative of such a person, as in came from the same two parents, I would probably have a low-glycemic diet and eat the exact opposite diet of the gone-too-early, but that’s just me.
So one of the people on my dissertation committee died on Friday. Apparently, he just collapsed and couldn’t be revived, not sure of the cause as of yet.
Here he is on mandolin, playing at a local popular venue:
Seriously fuck today. He was a great guy, who always had a smile ready and was always in a great mood. And he always listened to you. And he was an awesome mandolin player.
Heh, I’ll have to dig up some photos in my “Cats” t-shirt some day. I was pretty ripped, and rocked a skin tight shirt about a Broadway musical starring magical felines.
People either swooned, or crossed the street when they saw me
One last one, and I’ll get to work. This was right before I bleached my hair platinum blonde. Unfortunately I know of no existing copies of those photos, which is a travesty. So fuck today for not saving more photos.
I will no longer wear any kind of hat. No baseball caps, fedoras, not even a toboggan when it gets cold out. Hats don’t suit me… but I’ve only learned that after years of trying to wear hats.
As for the tie, I like it. It has character. I’m a bowtie wearer myself, because I physically have the build for such a thing, but nobody really looks good in a bowtie. I’ve also got a fair amount of neckties that other people like but I don’t, so I should either trust my own instincts on ties or everyone’s instincts but my own… I can’t tell.
As for everything else, I’ve been there, I can totally relate. In a box of photos in a landfill somewhere, there’s a picture of me with a fedora, thin goatee, wire rim glasses, bowtie, and a suit made for someone six inches shorter and 50 pounds heavier than me. You and I could have been the same person at that age. Styles change, and people change, but the type of person who would choose to dress like that is more appealing to me than someone who wants to look like everyone else. In my late teens and early twenties, I was trying to find my own style, but really wasn’t sure what that would be.
I would like to say we all would have been. Then again, it’s a lot easier to be a quirky adult than a kid who’s just fucking weird. But on the other hand, communities like this one are self-selecting, and we’re not forced to share the same physical space with people who actively hate us.
My condolences. It must have been a shock for everyone in his life. He sounds like a great guy, based on what you’ve said here and earlier. He will be missed.
Well, sometimes we are, when trollies manage to get some mind share here. But on the whole, even people here I often disagree with are still worth being around.
Bowties rock. Anyone that says otherwise doesn’t know what they are talking about.
I never want to look like other people. Which often gets me into trouble. When I showed up to an office the other day, dressed in tailor made clothes that could have come from saville–to discuss engineering, in silicon valley–two people audibly gasped.
Honestly it put me at a disadvantage. A polo and khakis would have gained me more rapport much quicker. But I am who I am. A piece of feedback I got from an exec was I seemed Aloof. My response was, yep, this is me. I make no apologies for wanting to look like myself, and not wear a hoodie to an engineering meeting.
It cost me in a couple ways. But they will warm up to me, as most do. It’ll just take time. So fuck that day, but I wouldn’t change it.
I don’t mind a little healthy disagreement here or there. I don’t even mind a heated argument once in a while, as long as there’s some mutual respect. What I won’t stand is actual violent hatred and bigotry. That has no place here or anywhere else, even if I’ve had to share physical space with the literal KKK at times in my life.
Seriously? Jeez. Maybe it is because Boeing is so lax but I have had managers who were suit and tie every day and ones who were decent shirt and jeans most days when I was direct with Boeing and they were all great managers. Coworker dress was not quite suit and tie but it ran the spectrum from a bit nicer than business casual to casual and nobody there was shocked or put off by any of it.
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