Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

I’ve been reluctant to post this since I’ve had bad experiences with coming out with it too soon in the past. It’s sort of like when you’re pregnant, and you don’t want to tell anyone until after your first trimester.

I started a diet last Friday. I have an awful lot of weight to lose. Back aroun 1995 or 1996, I took Depo-Provera shots for a year. Every time I got a shot, I gained 20 pounds. After the year was over, I weighed 80 pounds more. I’ve tried Jenny Craig (gained weight!), Atkins (stayed the same), Weigh of Life (stayed the same), plain old exercise (worked well until the whole wound thing happened), and never been really pleased with my results.

Now I’m drastically restricting my calories to 1000-1200 a day, with the help of a medication called Phentermine. It was one half of the dreaded Phen/Fen combo, but not the one that people had problems with. Basically, it’s like a high dose of Sudafed. Distressingly it has the same major side effect on me that Sudafed does – boy does my scalp itch and tingle.

Anyway, the decision came when I realized that I couldn’t get health insurance. I’m going to have to apply to the Texas Risk Pool, who isn’t allowed to turn anyone down. People with major medical problems are insured via the Risk Pool, like diabetes, AIDS, kids with Downs syndrome. Those people can’t change their medical conditions, but I can. So I decided to do whatever it takes to lose some weight.

The cutback on calories has been tough. I’m eating something like one third of what I’m used to, and I’m a little grouchy, a little spacey. I’m getting more used to it, and yesterday I went to the grocery story and bought a buttload of stuff that I can eat. I draw the line at skim milk or fat free mayo. Ok, so I did get Brummel and Brown spread (it’s not bad) and fat free sour cream (ditto), but I can’t deal with fat free mayo. I’d rather spend my calories on small portions of good food than big portions of crap. Yesterday I tried taking a can of tunafish, putting some teriyaki sauce on it, then eating it on a white cheddar rice cake. If you were thinking about doing this, I would advise against it. Cat food.

Anyway, I revived my other blog, Fitter. Happier. More Productive. and have been posting my calorie counts over there. I’ll be posting some other stuff to it and updating the layout, too. If you’re interested in following along with the diet stuff, that’s great, if not, that’s great too.

Oh, the weight loss for the last 7 days? 7 pounds. I’m sure a lot is water weight, but it’s nice to see results on the scale.

I’ve consolidated my quilt pictures and put them on one webpage – check it out here.

Hope I can post this before the power goes o+++ NO CARRIER

The Six Feet Under finale was last night. I watched it, cried 4 or 5 times during it, and was glad that things got tied up. It was actually a little distressing because it seemed more like a series finale rather than just a season finaly. Apparently the next season won’t start until next June.

In the meantime, I watched the pilot of Out of Order, a new show on Showtime with Eric Stoltz and William H. Macy in it, and I really enjoyed it. Hub didn’t like it because he was only paying a wee bit of attention to it. He doesn’t like shows that don’t let him mess with his computer while he watches them. My dad was like that. He would read and watch TV at the same time.

Anyway, I think Out of Order has some good potential. Besides, Eric Stoltz has like, the sexiest hair ever. If only he had a jaw.

I miss my kitty. I still haven’t brought myself to buy him a stone.

I just miss him.

“Blonde teen lesbians mfohrarogcoi”

I could but smile at her
Since you plan for both, there will be
both.

That is what matters

I felt even worse now, for I saw again the face of
Sidroc as he drew close to me in the bustling keep yard when
I asked him to take

I stared him full in the face, and his smirking grin faded.
lfwyn herself opened the door,
her eyes wild with distraction.

Tap to end communications

Yrling stood by us as they did this,
and as the waggon emptied, the gathered men
drifted off.
It is one thing for me to be caught with him,
but
life
or death perhaps,
for you.

See you later

-boyce

(I swear I’m not making this up, I just added in the linebreaks.)

I’m starting a new top secret quilt project. Last night and this morning I washed and ironed 18 yards of fabric, and my whole house smells like a laundry. I love that smell, especially on cold winter mornings when I walk past the exhaust vent of a dryer and have steamy warm detergent-air hit me in the face.

So the plan is to finish this quilt, then maybe the applique quilt for my older daughter’s bed, then maybe just maybe I’ll be able to make a quilt for myself. Hub wants one too, and father-in-law hinted around about one.

Later today I’m going to try to put a page up with the quilts I’ve made so far.

Something that made me all warm inside: brother saying “That can’t be hand-sewn, the stitches are too small and regular.” Whee!

Is anyone else getting bizarre spams with quotes from The Count of Monte Cristo interspersed in the HTML? They look totally normal until you view the source, when all the quotes show up:

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• !–man’s eyes passed rapidly from Villefort and his wife, and —

I’m guessing this is a way to defeat spam removal bots, but why are they picking on the dear old Comte?