The Beet Goes On

Latest fixation: fresh squeezed carrot, beet and ginger juice. When we can get it together enough in the mornings, Taco and I push vegetables into our juicer and then sit back with glistening-jewel glasses of juice. Aaaaahhhhh.

Lately, we’ve also been eating grilled goat brie and pear sandwiches on kamut bread. Look, I’m sure those are higher calorie than I should be eating. But then again, I’m eating no sugar, no dairy, no wheat, no yeast, no fermented food and no mould. So most of my diet is whole foods. And that feels pretty good.

And it wears well, too. I’m losing a pound or two a week, as far as I can tell. Scale troubles continue. If I stand on one part of the scale at the gym, I’ve lost a really fantastic amount of weight. If I shift over a little, it looks more realistic. Still, I’m not sure what is real, when it comes to that, and I get the sense that that’s somehow a good thing. Keeps me from obsessing about it, anyhow. And the true measure: my clothes continue to be delightfully loose.

Oh yeah, and I fit into size 16 pants at The Gap.

!!

Which means that my days of speciality shopping will soon be entirely behind me, and thank god for that. Not a moment too soon.

I’m thinking of switching gyms. The Y, while I love it for socio-political reasons, is only ok as a place to work out. It’s crowded and dingy and it costs me around 54 bucks a month. Which maybe isn’t that much, relatively speaking, but there’s this very appealing new place that opened right around the corner from my house. I ran into Mean and Crazy at the gym last night, after I decidedly did NOT go to her spinning class (was lifting weights, instead). She’s teaching Cardio Striptease at this new place, starting tonight. Yes, I’m going. What? Why are you looking at me like that? It’ll be hilarious. I hope. Good christ. There are going to be TV cameras there, apparently. Because it’s a big story. Because this is Halifax, that’s why.

Anyhow. I’m going to the class as her guest. And I have a funny feeling I’ll be switching my membership. They teach real kickboxing there and I have to admit that I long for that. How did this happen? I have no idea. Maybe I have a lot of pent-up angst. I won’t do anything drastic right away (unless of course you count the cardio striptease…) because I’ll need my Y membership while I’m in Winnipeg. But once I’m back from there? Oh yeah, baby, I’m moving over.

In other news, last night Taco ate trout and liked it, so now I’m all like, yay, yay, trout once a week. We go back and forth on this fish thing. Does he like it, doesn’t he? Will he eat it, won’t he? Turns out he will, especially if you roast it with ginger and chile peppers.

What else? I measured myself yesterday for the first time since the end of November. No, that’s not right. I measured myself and wrote down the results yesterday for the first time since November. Heh. Because the results were ok enough to write down. I’m up a little here, down a little there, the same a few other places. My neck is becoming downright skinny. Last night, while I was lifting weights, I noticed that my collarbone is quite defined now. And whatever other bones are there, in my neck, were also visible. First. Time. Ever. I guess that’s good, though I thought I looked a little like a stringy old hen. Better’n a fat old hen, I suppose. I imagine as long as I remember not to make that “I’m lifting weights and it’s an incredible strain on my system” look in mixed company, I should be able to maintain my façade as a cute young thing.

Hahahahahaha! Haha! Hee. Snork.

Auld Lang Syne

Blogger needs to stop eating my posts. Alternatively, I need to remember to write it elsewhere first, then PASTE it into Blogger. Old dog.

This old dog, however, learned a few new tricks. Christmas was merry and involved eating that while not quite on plan was not exactly a free for all either. So that was great. Also great was being home and seeing my family, my friends, the awesome presents Taco and I received from both of the above, and the really fun round trip drive we did together.

Not as fun? New Year’s Eve.

Which was when my dad died.

About which I will say very little because it is too absurd to type about, let alone think about, and because I am sad, and because…this just isn’t the place for that.

What I can tell you is that the ensuing days included exactly as much mindless eating as you might expect. People brought a lot of ground beef to our house and we ate it. I ate garlic bread, shortbreads, breads of all kinds, really. Chocolates, cheesecake, pretty much whatever came around. On autopilot. Because sadly, that’s what I did. Some people don’t eat when they’re sad. Can’t eat. I? Ate. Whatever. And sat on the couch. Also whatever. And watched many, many hours of What Not to Wear (thank you, BBC Canada.).

And then I came back to Halifax and sat some more, but ate a lot less crap. It’s all candida protocol all the time over here, which, if you’ve forgotten or are somehow blissfully unaware, means no sugar, no yeast, no dairy, no wheat, no fermented foods, no caffeine and a whole bunch of other nos. In addition, I’m laying off the meat, after all that ground beef. You would too. Trust me.

What do I eat? A lot of brown rice and kamut pasta. And greens. Oh the greens. Dandelion, kale, chard, collards…you name it, if it’s green it’s in my fridge. Or my stomach. Depending on when you name it.

Anyhow. Do I feel better? Who the hell can tell? I’ve been getting the bare minimum of exercise, and I think once I can get my head around a routine again, one that includes the gym, yes, I will feel better. In so far as feeling better is a thing I can achieve right now.

To that end, tonight, I go to the gym. Then I go home and eat greens and a tuna steak. And a lot of acidophilus.

Mmm.