Tuesday, March 29, 2005

if only...

I could write like this chick. Click the header to see who I'm talking about, but only for like the next two days. I think she writes on thursdays, and mostly about food. I think I probably have too many interests to write about only one thing, at least well.

So, the DIET. I've actually been on't for four solid weeks, in the middle of the fifth, and I've been extraordinarily disciplined. Except for minor slips here and there, like snickers and cheetos, and one very embarrassing day on Easter (I downed a whole bag of See's small chocolate eggs, and had two giant scoops of mashed taters, with RANCH), I've been sticking to the no-carb, limited carb lifestyle. That doesn't mean that it doesn't suck, mind you. It simply means that my blood chemistry (the doc's word, not mine) is actually changing.

For example: yesterday the coke machine wouldn't take the dollar bill, and I couldn't get my new almost fave - Diet Coke with Lime. So I settled for Regular Pepsi. Now, I usually can't stand Pepsi, not only because it's too sweet, but also for maudlin' reasons, which one person who reads this blog knows about. Suffice it to say, I drink coke. I think Pepsi probably has four times the sugar content of any other drink. In fact, about 4p.m., right when I should be alert, thanks to this shifted chemistry thing, I get a raging headache. Yep, pancreas went into overdrive to deal with the sucrose, and my blood sugar went down, and I get this metaphorical vise clamped on my head.

It would seem that my silly metabolism has been boosted somewhat, being that I don't have the major energy downturn at 3 any more, and I'm actualy losing weight, despite the fact that I'm actually eating. I also ended up broken out from all the chocolate, since that was the only really bad thing I ate.

And why the hell, thanks very much, has my metabolism taken on hints of karmic intervention? I swear, every time I do one little thing mean or not exactly pc or moral, I get slammed. and apparently, if I have one little slip on soda or candy, the body goes haywire... It figures I'd be oversensitive there too...

FEH

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