I see that e-ad all over every home page, "#1 secret for a flat stomach" or something like that...I have one (yay!) but one day while killing time while waiting on hold at the office, I clicked on it just to see what the secret was...and - not surprisingly - it is some sales scam...
I guess trying to bilk people on the internet gives you washboard abs?? whatever...
well, no scam here - this one really works - try..
"The 3 pieces of fruit first" diet..it works for me...
I am no expert...OK, well maybe I sorta am - I have a degree in exercise physiology and in nursing and have taken plenty of grad level nutrition and biochem classes (yawn)
More cogently, I have maintained pretty much the same weight since graduating college back in 1923 (kidding, but about the year only..)
some would say this is a genetic advantage (Lord knows I have a paucity of THOSE!) but I think not...heck, both of my parents are (sadly) very very overweight, and have been since their mid-30's. My sister is also slim though, so who knows??
So, how does it work?? SIMPLE - like most things that work, it is very simple...
Before I eat ANYTHING else every day...(except coffee, gotta have my coffee)- I cram 3 pieces of fresh food down my throat...and you are right, it is not easy..
Usually in the morning I am craving sugar, candy, chocolate, donuts and the like...
but I make myself start with a banana, an orange and an apple - or grapes pineapple, kiwi, strawberries, melon, whatever I happen to have...usually I have to take most of it in the car with me and gnaw on it like an orangutan on the way to my first appt...(which suitably channels my emotions for the business world as well btw...)
belive me by the time you get through chewing and swallowing and digesting all that damn fiber and liquid, peels, seeds, cores, whatever, you are not very freaking hungry for a good long while...
this is not especially delicious no - hell, who would not rather have a cinnamon roll?? but it is nutritious and effective at filling me up...
MUCH MUCH less craving for junk and fat and sugar for hours afterward...
so, there you go...give it a try...it's not SUPER easy, but it is not that difficult...heck, significant weight loss always takes MEGA effort so that is a good way to start slowly...if you can't force yourself to EAT - even if it is something like fruit - blah - well then your chances of mustering the will power to successfully stuff your arse back into those skintight Jordache jeans from 1981 is pretty, uh...slim...
Well, you look like you control your weight very well.
I wear the same size clothes I did in high school.
I do it by watching my fat grams, not my calories.
And by watching your fat intake, you also control that bad cholesterol.
The best diet book I ever had was called, "The Fat Gram Book", which told you the fat grams in nearly every food product in the grocery store. By controlling your fat grams instead of calories, you REALLY can control your weight.
But, it's out of print, and I can't imagine why.
Watching those fat grams is essential in controlling cholesterol.
And, I don't have a sweet tooth, which helps.
And just say no to soda.
part of my mission here includes journaling the highlights of my son's childhood...and part of that includes chronicling the rituals and traditions...
so here goes..this will not be my most scintillating entry, but is intended to be part of the big story this mess will be condensed into, one day, one day..
She somehow KNEW something was up as soon as we set foot in the door, giving me a frightened look and bolting for her "secret" hiding spot behind the sofa...
I had not even taken the cage out of the attic and stashed it secretly in the yoga room until that morning (which by itself is a disturbing sentence, I realize...) - but she is very perceptive, maybe she could sense it, or smell it in there...
and she somehow knew I was going to imprison her and "torture" her...
NO NO NO! I am not some silence of the lambs sicko creep with a young girl imprisoned in my basement...what a sick thought! I am talking about taking my cat to the vet silly!!
She HATES to leave the house, and she HATES the cat cage...the one she came in when I got her...but curiosity encaged the cat - or something...
SO, with that in mind, G and I went up to the yoga room where the cage was waiting, left the door open just a crack (which no cat can resist...there is NOTHING cats like more than to see what is on the other side of a closed door...) and had a "casual" conversation about his shool day...before 2 minutes went by, Kitty came sneaking into the room and BAM! We closed the door behind her, grabbed her around her 5 inch waist, and stuffed her into the cage, even though her claws were clinging for dear life to the bars...
We dragged the cage (with towels inside and over the top for the comfort of our feline Princess) and ensconced it in the back seat of the Pontiac...this year she had some entertainment on the ride, George read to her from his "Magic Treehouse" books - he loves em- checks 'em out of the school library 3 or 4 at a time..
Soon we were driving down KY55 to scenic FInchville through the blazing blue sky of a perfect autumn day..
years ago, I used to take the 4 legged duchess to East Shelby Animal clinc - but I hated that place - always dirty, noisy crowded, smelly - and enough high pressure sales tactics to make Oxmoor Mazda proud! (check out Oxmoor Mazda sometime and you will see what I mean, all that idiotic "what do I have to do to earn your business today/let me talk to my manager before drawing my next breath crap..ugh)
anyway, one time they pressured me to clean Kitty's teeth then after she was there and I had left, called me to tell me about the $100 in blood tests that were required BEFORE the anesthesia...ugh, I did not mind paying it so much as being tricked into it...and then when I picked her up....she was all covered in drool and blood and gunk and snivelling in the cage, nobody had even bothered to wipe off her face...ugh - like a bad nursing home...I never set foot in there again!
then someone told me about Finchville Animal Hospital, and we have been going there ever since...the place is in one of these latter day log cabins - you know, the pre-fab ones with the modern interior...still - it has a nice homey feel that always for whatever reason reminds me of that friendly quirky vibe on "Northern Exposure" back in the 90's.
...when we went in, the vet assistant was on the phone telling a concerned per owner..."just because he is losing hair does not mean it is an emergency." - I had to agree! LOL
they have this great floor scale right out in the central lobby for weighing the pets...which we always enjoy weighing Kitty on (6.4 lbs this year, up from 6.2 last year, 6.6 2 years past) as well as of course ourselves (G - 62.2 lbs, me 159.6 - in full business attire including tweed jacket with cell phone in pocket and Johnston and Murphy split toe oxfords, tyvm!)
the vet is this blonde with a distracted air, who looks distractingly like Mare Winningham in St. Elmo's Fire....pretty, but for some reason too absorbed in her own thoughts to be really engaging...still, she is thorough and gentle and kind with KItty, and polite with me and G - and that is what we are there for ...
Kitty always hisses and spits and growls as they hold onto her neck scruff, and look at her teeth, feel her belly, listen to her heart and lungs and jab her with needles full of the strangely pink rabies vaccine..she freaking hates it, but at least they don't make her put her paws in those little metal stirrups on the end of the exam table (kidding)
- in no time, and $39 charge to the Visa Debit Card....we were stuffing her back in the cage for the ride home, during which G soothingly read to her once again.
We get home, put the cage on the back porch, open it up...and she casually looks around, waits for 30 seconds to make sure to let us know jumping out of the cage is HER idea...and slinks off to sulk in a closet somewhere....355 days to enjoy before her next journey outside of the castle..
Later in the evening, I heard G on the phone with his mom, telling her about our errand...
"well for a CHECK-UP mom!...everyone needs a check-up you know!"
I am glad he is getting the message that things you love and that matter to you need care and maintenance...esp his Siamese Sis!
We're actually moving more towards a news-based web site, so we thought it would be less confusing to use the N-word here.
Actually, that's not a trend just on Mojo, but on many sites. Blogs are becoming the vehicle for many news outlets, radio stations, etc.
Best,
- C
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=this is a bad call - blogs are not news - hell. most of what is on the news is not news! why not call it what it is? this is unecesary and confusing....
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==Hey Folks,
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==Weve made some minor changes to Mojos main navigation and I wanted to clue you in on them so there is no confusion.
==(Well, OK, less confusion... :-)
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==Weve removed the BLOGS link at the top of the screen, but this same page can now be found by clicking on the READ NEWS link. The POST NEWS link now takes you directly to the post-a-blog-entry page, and youll find the Edit My Blog option underneath this.
Well Chuck and the mojo cognescenti, I think I will respond publically and make it "news"
1. we thought it would be less confusing to use the N-word here...
reply - well, in that case, you thought wrong, it is more confusing...
2. We're actually moving more towards a news-based web site....
reply - oh great, that is exactly what we need - more outlets for opinionated news, like those are not a dime a dozen these days...I am quite sure most of the teens and 20-somethings who post 90% of the new profiles posted every day are here cause they are just hungering for news...yeah, right..
3. Blogs are becoming the vehicle for many news outlets, radio stations, etc..
reply - yes, I officially now am of the opinion that journalism is dead...no objectivity any longer, the facts are so easily dissemintated on the web, that now "news" consists of what some hot head on either end of the political spectrum types while sitting in his room in mom & dad's basement...great...
is news also poetry (good and bad) - poetry (some good, some bad) and a journal some middle aged guy from Shelbyville keeps about his dorky soon to be 8 year old kid..sigh...
4. Actually, that's not a trend just on Mojo, but on many sites..
reply - oh, yeah, I forgot...following the trends established by others is ALWAYS a key to originality and success....umm, not! sooo not. Don't try to be something you are not...it is pitiful...like old white guys hanging out at rave clubs...
be what you are mojo, a quirky, way off center, slightly perverted and unpredictable local social netwroking site that allows borderline nudity and NC-17 content...trying to be Reuters Jr. will be the end of mojo...IMO..a bunch of computer geeks sitting around in partitioned off office space in an old meat packing plant on Mellwood does not a news agency make...
The only problem with blogging the news is that some people just repost stuff from fringe websites, which do not check their sources. And many people do not check their sources, which is what true journalism is all about.
Blogging personal journals on public sites has sort of become passe, unless they are news worthy.
Just my 2 cents, for whatever that is worth.
ahh, I see, mojo is intent on change for changes sake, yes, too right, that was all the rage last October....
jumping out of the frying pan into the fire is also a "change" - careful what you wish for - you may get it..about 20 years ago, I wished I could "change" my tired shaggy 70's hairstyle...and BAM! (see results on thumbnail pic - LOL)
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