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Dirty Keto …

Weight loss! 

Now that is something that I can talk about (and talk and talk and write and write) with a lot of authority because I have been on a damn diet for almost 40 years. That is a long time to reach my ultimate goal weight, I just wish I knew what my goal weight ultimately is.

My very first diet was Weight Watchers or “WW” like Oprah is calling it these days. I hated WW when I first tried it ( tuna out of the can and liver … ugh!) because it didn’t seem to work for me. It STILL doesn’t seem to work for me, but I really believe it is just a mental block on my part. I lose and gain the same damn five pounds over and over again. Irritating!

I was successful with low carb dieting and kept off the weight for almost a decade. I have never been one of those people that need to have food. I tend to forget to eat when I am focused on something, but I do eat a lot of trash foods. Macaroni and cheese, french fries, Ben and Jerry’s, jelly beans (the cheap ones, I’m totally weird) those types of things. I don’t particularly like too much chocolate so I can pass on a candy bar and cake easily. Yeah, so why am I always on a diet? 

Menopause has a lot to do with the quest to lose a little weight.  About five years ago I started menopausing (is that a word?), and I slowly but steadily lost my waist.  I barely had a waist in the past now since I am shaped like a dern apple now I really do not have a waist.  I’m not on my way to a bad shape I have a bad shape.  I am not like all those “curvy” girls out there that have a few extra pounds but they are in the right places that give you a pleasing looking shape. 

I have a shape, it Gumby with a belly.  Not a good look at all. 🙂  

I read someone’s story about weight loss, and she said she started off her weight loss journey by doing “Dirty Keto.”  Getting fast food without the bread/starch/whatever, hot dogs with no bun, lunch meats, you know the stuff most people can afford and pronounce that is low carb with very little cooking.  This type of eating seems to be working for me right now since I barely use my kitchen these days.  I used to be a cooking fool when I was married now all my kitchen gadgets, and pots are sitting there collecting dust.  I guess that is proof I don’t have an addiction to food because I need it to cook.  

Dirty keto dieting.  It’s working right now so I will see how far I can go with this way of eating. 🙂  I do have a Ninja Foodi that I want to try and cook a chicken in tonight so maybe not so dirty keto for dinner. 

I just want a waist again!  I shouldn’t have to sacrifice that because I am turning 50.  🙂 

 

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Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

It’s my 50th year on this Earth, and I’ve completely burned the heck out.

Yep!

I’m burned out and stressed out.

It’s not just the “quality” of life, but it is also about the “quality” of the TIME you have left in your life. We have a FINITE (I mean that) amount of time on this Earth as soon as we are born the clock starts counting down. My quality of life was excellent because I was working on different side jobs, side hustles, along with my full-time job to supplement my income.  I could purchase whatever I wanted but here is the problem:

I HAD NO TIME to enjoy myself.

SURE… I was able to online shop (couldn’t go to a physical store … was working) until my fingers hurt, but I have stuff sitting in boxes unopened as I type. I think this is how hoarding begins.

I calculated that I was working a 70 to 80 hour work week.   I would wake up for my day job, work all day, rush home then go to my “side hustle” and work until it was time for me to go to bed. I was working mostly 7 days a week.  This went on for about two years.

TWO YEARS!

I literally cannot do this type of routine anymore. I need to find a passive extra income that will not take up any extra time that I should use to focus on myself.  The ideas are flowing, but I just cannot figure out how to start the process. I don’t want to do anything that will get me sued or where I will have to get insurance to protect myself from getting sued.

Food is out of the question even though I like to cook.  Too many people with allergies, too many people who eat a certain way, too many different diet preferences, too big of a risk that someone will get sick.  Things break all the time, clothes can run small or big, so what in the heck can I sell to start with that will not put me in the poor house the first time someone isn’t happy?

Yarn? Crochet and knitting stuff? Embroidery?  Maybe get into selling the diamond paintings? I will come up with something because it is necessary and I literally cannot do almost 80 hours a week for extra income.

I physically and mentally (I’m bipolar and was triggering from the stress. That was a JOY by itself) cannot do this to myself anymore.

In the meantime, I will be writing here on a daily basis.  This is my little dumping ground.  This is the best way to journal without having to find a cute small notebook and an excellent pen. 🙂

Weight loss, being 50 (almost), going through menopause (Dear Lord … the HOT FLASHES), my pugs, my cats, living with my son (well he is living with ME), living in New Orleans, conspiracy theories (I have many that amuse my boyfriend) …

blah, blah, blah.

I think I have enough going on in my head that can at least eke out a paragraph or six.  🙂

Hunny Bunny (His name is Chris, and we both love Pulp Fiction) who is my very gentle giant of a boyfriend (he is 6’4″ … I lie and say I am 5’4″ but I’m actually 5’3″ so he is GIANT to me) calls me the Loud Mouse because that is what I am … LOUD and short. 🙂

This was fun … I think I will be back.

Two years later…

It’s been two years!  Wow, time passes quickly. Just makes me realize how finite we are on this Earth.  If you don’t get off your ass and move you will find yourself older and wondering why you never accomplished what you have been putting off day after day.

I am taking a break from Facebook because I am just getting irritated with the whole Social Network thing.  I don’t have many friends, and I really am not one of those folks that give a rat’s ass if you like what I say or not.  Blogging is something that I did many years ago, and I found it was therapeutic for me.  The Depression Monster really couldn’t get a good grip on me and if someone commented on what I had to say it was okay because I really didn’t know that person from a can of paint.

So, here I am. Again. Trying to get a rhythm on writing again. 🙂

I am trying to declutter my bedroom before I wrap a few presents and go have Christmas Eve dinner at a Brazilian steakhouse.  I cannot remember the name of this place all I know is you have a card that you put on the table to get as much meat as you want.  A GOOD thing since I am planning on starting my 50th year on this Earth trying to get healthy and fit into this retro bathing suit for a cruise (MY FIRST ONE) that I want to go on. I have a busy day ahead of me, so this is a test post to see if I can get the creative juices flowing again and write. Just write… no theme really other than I am in New Orleans. Divorced. Have two pugs and 3 cats and my adult son lives with me. My life is still exciting, just not as interesting as the Facebook and Instagram posts I have seen.

Need to stop procrastinating, an unusual Cancer trait that I own, and work on this room.

Back in a bit…well back sooner than two years! 🙂

 

Two Days!!

It is two days before my 48th birthday and I am exactly 0% to my weight loss goal.  Well…shit.

Many people who I know have passed away from ailments that are completely preventable with a good diet and some form of movement in oxygen. The number is so great this year I am noticing funeral homes, mortuaries, graveyards, ambulances…all the morbid shit that accompanies death. No, no, no, Bueno! This line of thought is slowly making me completely paranoid and wondering if I will wake up in the morning.

One of my sayings is: “You are born to die”.  The moment you are born the clock starts counting down.  Death has always been something that I have accepted WILL happen…like TAXES…like restarting a brand new diet plan…it happens.  I would prefer the clock to continue to run for me for a bit longer than it did for my dearly departed peers.

I am 180.4 this morning.

…again…well, shit!

I am starting to do the Wild Diet along with adding exercise to the mix.  I was down to 165 two months ago but the Menopause Monster came back with a vengeance and in a pissy/bitchy mood.  I got something for her cranky ass…GNC MENOPAUSE FORMULA VITAPAKS.  I don’t like HRT due to the fact I was starting to look like a lady walrus, no waist, losing my hair, but growing it in places I didn’t need it to grow. The four pink pills cause me to gag when I smell them and if I don’t have something protein and fatty I will start feeling like I want to throw up my soul.  It works like a charm (I am willing to ignore my bulimia soul to NOT have a hot flash) giving me a waist, luxurious hair (on my head), the ability to lose weight, AND a period (I didn’t think I would miss that) with a sex drive.  If you are peri/in the meno-weeds/or post I do suggest them.  BUY THEM! You will have a waist again and literally no private summers (power surges/bitch surges).

I have a ton of things to try to accomplish today.  I think I have decided what direction I will taking my little space to dump all my interesting thoughts.  I will be updating more often because this is actually therapeutic and will keep me accountable…I’m doing 40 days on the Wild Diet and I am looking forward to how far away from my goal I will be.  I welcome comments…just try to use your filter or at least try to be nice.  I will delete overly rude shit directed at me. 🙂

 

Lack of sleep…

… makes NOLA Kitty a POOR Kitty. Oh…and Amazon Prime.  Hee hee! Once again the Menopause Monster has me in her clutches.  The Heifer won’t let me get comfortable in my bed no matter what kind of sheets and pillow I was talked into giving up an arm and leg to throwing at the cashier as a form of payment.  I have bamboo sheets AND a bamboo pillow.  Pheh…I’m still HOT!! I’m just having night sweats on really soft sheets and an outstanding pillow.  I also decided to spiff up my little spot on the web while I am waiting for the ZzzQuil to kick in.  I am tired of Facebook.  I rarely talk to any of the people on my page and I have so much to say.  Once I figure this technology out (I think I may have to enlist the services of my IT son…while he is judging me silently of course!) I think I will enjoy my new home.  🙂  Gonna go and toss and turn in my bed for a couple of hours…

Ms. Dolittle or Crazy Cat Lady in Training

Three cats (Moose, Squirell, and Boris) and a spoiled pug (Otis!).  Slowly becoming a Cat Lady.  This is a far cry from animal hoarding, but getting there.  🙂

I think I will be adding just one more furry family member and then I will be done.  I try to adopt rescue animals.  My cats and Otis are all rescue.  I have four animals because they all seem to have eyebrows and used them on me at the time of the adoption.  Otis especially!  I couldn’t say no to that concerned face.  🙂 🙂 At least I will never be alone.  There has to be a pug in need somewhere in Louisiana…just need to keep looking.

I’m still awake…

…and it doesn’t seem that I will be falling asleep soon.  This is one of the brand new and improved “things” that my body seems to be doing these days.  I am fighting the menopause monster right now.  She seems to become active late at night when I should be asleep and preserving this old body.  Nope…racing thoughts and night sweats.  Yay!  🙂  I guess I will try to sleep…but will be back soon to properly introduce myself.  This will be a fun ride and a great place to post without annoying all my Facebook “friends” (I rarely talk to any of them…when did getting hundreds of friends become a thing?) with all the randomness. Goodnight my little dumping ground. 🙂

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