Hey, Joob!

1. If you hadn’t guessed from my posts the other day, my life took a whirlwind of a spin for the better on Tuesday. My conversation with Seth when I found out looked something like this:

Me: Seth! I got graduate funding!
Seth: WOW! THAT’S GREAT (or something akin to that)
Me: Yup. I’m going to NJ tomorrow to find an apartment. Want to come?
Seth: Sure
Me: GREAT! Come over tonight after dinner. We’re getting up at 5AM and leaving by 6AM.

Note: we live in southwest VA. That’s an 8 hour drive. Talk about last minute plans.

Morgan didn’t seem to mind the drive too bad. This may be one of the best pictures I’ve taken of her. Look at all the hair she’s left in my car. Stupid dog.

2. I’m now in NJ and, despite being very tired from the drive, I actually had a really fantastic day yesterday. We got in around 3, hung out for a little bit and caught up as my mom fed us, and relaxed until going out to dinner/getting self serve froyo.

Morgan enjoys such trips because she gets fed every 30 seconds. Spanky is chubs but not as chubs as he looks in that photo……. He’s a 15 year old big ball of hair.

3. Yesterday we were in the grocery store picking up a few items and I saw this:

Are you kidding me? Are.You.Kidding.Me? I don’t really get mad about people and their stupid diet stuff like I used to, but this?!

Fact: If you have Type II diabetes, you are insulin resistant.
Fact: You got that way from bludgeoning your body with sugar and carbohydrates meal after meal, day after day… until the system done broke.
Fact: Being a Type II diabetic isn’t necessarily a death sentence. It *is* possible to reverse much of the damage done with some tender love and care to your body.

My problem isn’t really the idea of indulgence, per se. Hell, I said above I had some froyo last night and I don’t like the idea of restriction. My problem is the advertisement. I feel like people already have this sense of entitlement and the magazine reinforces it. This idea of “jack your body up and keep doing what you did to get yourself that way”.  I mean, look at what it says “the best ICE CREAMS to buy” and a recipe for “grilled angel food cake with strawberry sauce”.

Call me crazy, but I feel like a magazine geared towards a diabetic population should be teaching *actual* low carb meals. Like…. meat and vegetables. Nuts. I know.

4. Scale weight, weight loss, etc. etc.

I haven’t weighed myself since April. I threw my scale away. I got curious and weighed myself this morning on my parents scale. I weighed 2.5 lbs more than I did 3 months ago. That’s NOTHING, especially considering all of the factors from yesterday that could drive my weight up (sitting in a car for 8 hours & celebrating good news/the holiday with my family).

At one point, that 2.5 lbs would have driven me up a wall and I would have panicked. Now? I’m celebrating. It means that, more or less, I have maintained my weight sans neurosis, weighing, counting calories/macros, etc. It means I can enjoy my occasional indulgences like yesterday and will not become the Pillsbury Dough Girl. I can keep on loving the life I’ve been living because I’ve been rocking it.

[Except this week I didn't eat enough vegetables. Not having electricity is bad for vegetable consumption. It makes my heart cry.]

And for the record…FOR THE RECORD. All of you attached to a #? I’m not a waif. The scale number for me is a lot more than you’d expect at a solid 143.5.

Here are some great articles on similar topics that have come out this week:

Weight Loss vs. Fat Loss by Tony Gentilcore
Stop Weighing on the Scale – Why, How to Get Better Results, and a Challenge  by Nia Shanks

4. Keurig coffee always sucks.

Bad coffee is the most disappointing thing in the universe.