Day 95: Permission to Stop Dieting

One of the worst things that people have told me throughout the adventure that has been my weight-loss is that I “look great”. Now a compliment’s a compliment, and I’m not one to be ungracious or to snap at the provider of such niceties. But telling someone’s who’s overweight that they “look fine,” “look great,”…

Day 85: Of Conviction and Mettle

Yesterday was the first of what I hope to be a standard in my day-to-day routine. Its something I had marginal success with in the past, I call it the One Bowl rule. In grad school I was poor as ever. So out of necessity to my purchasing ability and also in an attempt to…

Day 72: Rights and Right

While I’ve made the occasional mention of my boyfriend on here, I’ve never (at least I don’t think I have) made it known on this blog that I’m 100% completely gay. Haha, not even a little bit of me is straight. I bring this up because today is momentus!  I have no intention of turning…

Diet Day 43: Self Respect

With regards to yesterday’s prediction about water weight and the like.  I’d like to think a bit of validation is in order. When I weighed in this morning either I lost half a kidney or 1.2 lbs of water weight. And since the former is highly unlikely.  I’m going to stick with the theory that…

Diet Day 36: Back to Back

Your back is important. This past weekend, I don’t know what we did in yoga class but my back actually got a workout.  Its ridiculous! Like a an ancient stone suddenly having its shape manipulated, my back was actually sore from the workout.  This, like being able to feel my lats, was a first for…

Diet Days 32-34: Super Weekend Spectacular of Epic Teeter-Tottering

February is an interesting month.  From the adherence of the weather, guided by a giant rodent to the commercialization of a man who committed suicide because he couldn’t be with his love… And (at least within the US) a celebration of two Presidents’ Birthdays (one who was a prissy jock with wooden teeth and the other probably…

Diet Day 30: Is it time to work out yet?

Yesterday was a quasi-hungry, quasi-annoyed with the world day.  The funny thing about it though, is that I didn’t actually become annoyed with the world until after I left work. In the greater Seattle area there are certain rules. Much like the laws of the universe, there is one inevitable conclusion that most drivers suffer…

Diet Day 29: An Orgasm for your Palette

I didn’t actually have sushi properly until I was in high school (3.5 years of Japanese class yo!). Before then? Perhaps it had been at a party my parents dragged me to or we’d seen it at a restaurant, but its pretty safe to say that I wasn’t readily exposed to it until I was…

Diet Day 28: Bowling for Portion Control

Since the beginning of this little experiment I’ve had a spook lingering just outside of my vision. Just right on the periphery of my perception. A creature that sits just outside of my area of focus. It taunts and goads, it makes fun of me at every turn.  This monster of course is portion control….

Diet Day 25: Planning the Weekend and Bad Breath

My weekends always seem to have a mind of their own. Over the past two years, I can count the number of weekends in which I didn’t have a dinner, a party, an outing, the theatre, or other plans in general already figured out. One one hand its a little frustrating. On the other, it…

Diet Day 21: Ikunaimashita

Many of you may not know this, but I took 3.5 years of Japanese. Honestly, I was such a snot back then, I feel like I wasted a lot of what could have been very culturally educational experience because I didn’t have the self-respect or focus to actually persevere. Sure there were other factors in High School…