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Friday, June 30, 2006

302 Pounds...

Regimen: 10 sugar cubes on wakening, 2 tbsp oil mixed with 1 tbsp water at 7:15. Putting the oil in the glass with a little water made taking the dose completely painless. I was pretty impressed by that.

I could no longer fight the urge to get Chinese food today. (Fighting the urge is more about saving money than worrying about calories.) I got the "House Tibit," which is basically a sampler of appetizers that is more than enough to feed two people. I ate it all, right down to the fortune cookies, and washed it down with a Coke. I also bought cookies, snack crackers, and more Hershey's Hugs.

I have been experiencing diarrhea, I guess either from the oil/sugar or the salt water. I know, that's TMI. But I'm trying to record everything of note so I can add to the growing body of data about both of these regimens.

Working on cleaning my closet, but not making much progress. No calls from Craftmania. Praying the parents will go away for the weekend so I can have some alone time. Not much else to report.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

"Reality TV" &Etc.

Today I was watching one of those daytime reality TV shows targeted for women. On it, there's a woman who is a breast cancer survivor. She was having trouble with her body image. The counselor said to her, "A lesser woman couldn't sit where you sit." That moved me somehow. It occurs to me that a "lesser" woman simply wouldn't be able to deal with some of the problems I'm facing right now. 

Something esle on the same show gave me pause. After talking about the power of core beliefs, the counselors gave the women a task that they had to practice all day. They were supposed to get some rings onto the necks of large water bottles. The bottles were on a tennis court about 25 feet from a pink tape line on the pavement. All day these women tried to throw the rings, with only limited success. Finally the counselor came out, walked over to the bottles, and just dropped the rings on. They'd believed they were "supposed" to throw them from the line, although that was never one of the directions. "Do you see how we get sucked into beliefs?" the counselor asked. "Imagine how many things in your life you're living just based on a belief that hasn't been proven."

Anyway, the job interview at Craftmania went well. The guy seemed pretty nice. I don't know about pay or benefits, but the hours approach full time, so that's good. I'll take it if he offers it. 

I had oil this afternoon, right before the interview. When I got home I had an apple. For lunch I had a BLT and a glass of soda. For breakfast, a bagel with butter. I definitely have a reduced appetite. I'm finding that I want more food at night though. Even so, it's an improvement.

Not so sure about the salted water though. I decided to cut the amount of salt to 1/8 tsp per quart, which I can't taste at all. I'll try that for a while and see what happens.

Tonight for dinner I had a big bowl of Macaroni and cheese. Some time later I really wanted Chinese food. I managed to talk myself out of that, not for the sake of the diet or even for the money, but because my parents are probably going camping this weekend and it's really nice to have a big takeout meal when they're gone. So instead I ate a whole bunch of peanut butter cookies.

I think it might be wise for me to save my last dose of oil or sugar for after dinner. My "binge hours" seem to be between about 5 PM and midnight.

Oh, I made a bunch of money on Amazon Mechanical Turk this week. They're just getting to my HITs now, but I already have more than $12 on my account, so I'll be ordering a book soon! Yay, nothing better than getting books in the mail!

Could Be a Good Day

Time: 10:30 a.m.

Weight: 303.

Employment status: "between jobs." 

Interview at Craftmania: 2:00 p.m.

SLD: 10 sugar cubes on awakening.

Energy level: 5/10.

Evening Update

Well, I got sleepy this evening so I took what ended up being a four-hour nap. Man, I slept like the dead! I just woke up with a headache and ate two bananas. I don't know why I ate them. I just sort of "needed" them. I certainly wasn't hungry, and now I feel quite full. Not a typical "fruit reaction" for me.

Headaches are a known side effect of the Shangri-La diet. I suspect mine is also related to my lack of Coke today (though I did have Dr. Pepper, which surprisingly does have caffeine), the high humidity, and the salted water. I feel curiously thirsty, the way one does when after eating heavily salted food. But I've only drank about a pint of the salted water, which would work out to an extremely small pinch of salt. And that was hours ago, and I had two glasses of soda in between. What an odd reaction!

I put a bottle of the salted water in the fridge because I really prefer cold/ice water to room temperature. Especially in this kind of weather. The cold temp seems to reduce the saltiness, if you can call it that. I don't really experience the water itself as being salty. It's more like the water makes my mouth feel like I've just had salt a few minutes ago. It's actually similar to drinking the sugar water in SLD. It's not a taste. It's not a texture. It's a... sensation. The water feels smoother - as one poster described it, "silkier." It reminds me of when I tried Willard Water.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Shangri-La Day 3; Watercure Day 1

303.5 this morning, so I went down a tad. I started first thing with 10 sugar cubes. Just now I downed some canola oil. It was easier to take the oil this time. 

I returned my application to Craftmania. I also got word of a library assistant opening in Lewiston that I'll likely apply for.

I've decided to also try the "water cure," which is something I read about in the SLD forum. Basically you drink half your weight in ounces of water that has been salted with 1/4 tsp of sea unprocessed sea salt per quart. I'll update again later.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Appetite Suppressed.

Yep. Took 2 tablespoons of canola oil at about 8:30. An hour later, I feel like I just finished a large meal.

I consumed roughly the same number of calories that there are in 10 Hershey's Hugs. But there is no way I could eat 10 Hugs and still feel this full after an hour. Hell - there's no way I could do that and feel this full ten minutes later. 

I was reading in the book about potential difficulties with oil if you've have your gallbladder removed (which I have). I've never had a problem with fatty foods since the operation, though, so I don't think it will be an issue.

I counted out 10 Hugs so I could see what they look like while typing. They're staring at me. My mouth wants them but my stomach does not. I sniffed one. My nose wants one. I can eat them, if I want. I have "permission." But I don't think I will. Honestly, I am trying to convince myself to eat them. I was watching the clock to see when my flavorless hour would be up so I could eat them. And now I don't want them. It's a damn miracle.

I promise, this blog won't be just about The Diet. There are too many other things in my life that need changing, and plain diet blogs get old fast. I've got no intention of listing every food I eat, every day, or posting endless charts of my losses and gains. But one thing at a time, you know? Getting a job is still Priority One, and the weight is Priority Two. Perhaps by the end of the week I'll be gainfully employed so I can focus more on The Diet.

Re-Learning, Re-Calculating, Re-membering

Back when I was younger and dieting, I knew what I was doing. I could have told you the exact amount of calories and fat in any food. I knew my BMI. At any given moment I knew my weight, how much I'd lost, how much I had left to lose, and how long I expected it to take. I used our little Mac to create spreadsheets and determine the rate of loss (a number which also determined my level of happiness for the day).

That was a long time ago. Now there's so much to relearn. It seems as if the information hasn't gotten much better in the five years or so since I was last a serious dieter. For instance, according to one calculator, it takes 3,068 calories a day to maintain my 300 pounds. But another calculator says it's 2,071. This one says 3,894. 

I suspect no one really knows the truth, and the only way to figure it out is to experiment and keep careful records.

Anyway, for dinner I had a bowl of Dinty Moore beef stew followed by a cup or so of Dr. Pepper. I'm not really hungry now. I have that "I could eat" sort of feeling. Hunger - physical hunger - is very uncomfortable for me. That "I could eat" feeling usually translates as, "eat now or you'll actually get hungry, and then you'll feel like shit."

I'm going to take a good big dose of canola oil at about 8 pm. Everyone on the forum at the official site says canola goes down easier than olive. We'll see, I guess!

Bought the Book!

Well, I wasn't going to, but I went and bought the Shangri-La Diet. It's a really slim book for the $20 cover price, but I'm still glad I bought it. It's got some helpful information that I didn't find online, and there's something satisfying about having the actual book in my hands.

So after this morning's entry, I ate a couple handfuls of Hershey's Kisses. Feeling better, I set out pick up some job applications. Craftmania is hiring - that's a definite possibility. I wouldn't mind working there at all. It isn't as busy as the other craft stores and you have to wear a dorky apron at the other places.

I also very nearly had a car accident on the way home. Thank Goddess I have a protective spell over that car. I've lit a tealight every night for over a month now thanking the deities and elementals for keeping my car safe from accidents, malfunctions, and being pulled over. Tonight it will be two!

So I ate like 10 sugar cubes, spaced out over abou 20 minutes. That was almost an hour ago and I still feel really full. I was already somewhat full due to the pound of shrimp cocktail I ate for lunch, but not this full. This seems to confirm the hypothesis that "sweetness" is not a flavor. It remains to be seen whether I'll have a sugar crash - and whether I'll be able to fill all this new time with productivity or if I'll just start grazing. 

More later.

Surprise surprise.

I've gained weight. Surprise!

Honest to God, this is insane. 304.0. Not only does that cancel out yesterday's number, but it is more than when I began.

Back around 1995, we took a trip up to Quebec City. At the time I'd been on an extremely restrictive diet for several weeks - the longest diet I'd been on before or since. Running all over Quebec in the blazing August heat, I probably got more exercise that one week than the rest of the year combined. I starved myself for the entire week. It wasn't completely voluntary. Dad's idea of a meal was one regular hamburger, a small fry, and a small soda, all from McDonald's. We were all starving, really. On the last night out, he managed to splurge on the normal, adult-sized meals. I ate mine with gusto, thinking that there was no way I could gain back what I'd lost that week. But when we got home and I weighed myself, I had indeed gained weight. I snapped, and the diet essentially ended at that moment.

That's fairly typical of my entire diet history. Starting a new plan is easy, even fun. You get the books, you buy the food, you even have a pretty quick initial loss. Yay, this is finally "it!" Then comes the first plateau, or worse, the first gain instead of loss, and I'm fucked. I can't seem to get past those horrible moments. Where is my willpower? It's impossible for me to summon up any willpower when I'm hungry and tired and angry and in spite of my efforts am getting no results. What's the point of living like that?

My problem is that I cannot stand to suffer in the short term for something that will make me happy in the long term. Everything in me cries out for food. Is it like this for other people? I've seen people smile and refuse food because of a diet or whatnot, and it infuriates me. How the hell can they do that? How do you live being hungry all the time? How do you function in your job, your life, when all there is is an empty stomach? I get dizzy, weak. My eyesight fails. I can't seem to move. My brain does not function properly.

And then there are the fruit-eaters. Never in my life has a banana satisfied my hunger. My Dad likes to say, "have a nice, shiny apple." Mom likes, "there's a beautiful salad in here." (As if iceberg lettuce could ever be beautiful. Ugh.) Well, if I'm physically hungry and I eat an apple, I'll be hungry again in less than five minutes. A salad isn't much better, "beautiful" or not, even with a heavy dresing and croutons. I cannot eat such things and expect to be sustained mentally or physically by the energy they provide. It simply doesn't work for me.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Speaking of Sugar...


Okay, this will probably make you physically ill to watch. But I'm testing whether I can get video to work here, so too bad.

By the way, this song is very often, and incorrectly, attributed to Strawberry Shortcake. It's actually just a song from a children's album that you can learn more about here.

Testing Sugar Water

2:30 p.m. Although people seem to report that oil works better for them than sugar, I've got a bit of an upset stomach today so I'm giving the sugar water a try. I dissolved 4 tablespoons of organic sugar in about 12 ounces of ice water. And here goes... the first taste... Wow, that's sweet. (Duh.) But I think I can drink it all right. Thank Goddess I'm not diabetic, though.

It's interesting. I can see Seth's point about there not being a "tastiness" to this. There isn't. If you asked my to really describe the taste, I couldn't. It's just sweet - but that's a quality, not a flavor. It's not the same as texture ("mouthfeel"), either.

I was thinking about the theory of flavorless foods tricking the body into having less of an appetite. That idea seems to hold up, in my experience. Every time I'm sick enough to lose my sense of taste, like from a sinus problem, my appetite disappears. I'll eat enough to get rid of hunger pangs, but that's all.

Am I supposed to be sipping this, slugging it down, or what? It seems to me that I could just put the sugar in enough water to make a paste and then simply eat it. Or just eat the sugar straight out, letting it dissolve in my mouth. My teeth are shot to hell already, and I could rinse my mouth with water afterwards. I'd probably want something to drink afterward anyway. I'm putting that question on the sethroberts.net boards.

So anyway, I need to get something done today. I got up early on purpose to wait for my sister to call me about a possible job, but she never did. Which is not unusual. I love her, but she's awful about calling people back and being on time. But I've gotten nothing done today. I should be applying for jobs... cleaning... something. But I'm just so lethargic.

Okay. I can't drink any more of this sugar water. I just don't want it! It's... icky. I drank half, anyway. It's ironic, because I practically live on Coke.

8:00 p.m. When my hour was up from the sugar water, I ate some candy, had a Coke, and ate a peach. I wasn't ravenous, just a bit hungry. Later I ate a chicken leg and a piece of corn on the cob. Now I am mildly hungry and am going to try the oil again. It's Pompeian Extra Light Tasting Olive Oil, and I'm taking 2 tablespoons (240 calories) because one didn't seem to be enough yesterday. I have a little cuppy thing from Amato's that they give you your "oil on the side" in, and it's just the right size.

Not looking forward to it but I'm just gonna throw it back like a shot and follow it with water. Here goes... Ick, a bit of gagging, but all in all not bad. It's more psycholgical than literal. The water helps.

I've managed to do a little cleaning this afternoon. As usual, my energy level starts going up after dinner. At midday I usually feel like a nap; at midnight I'm ready to roll. It's insane.I have ten times the energy at 2 a.m. than at 2 p.m., even after years of having to get up early for work. I'm a night person, no doubt about it.

Midnight. I feel so sleepy. And I've eaten quite a bit. Candy, fruit, pumpkin seeds. I feel like everything's in a haze. I feel like this is just a dream. And my tooth aches.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

The Shangri-La Diet...

... is what I'm trying this time around.

The Shangri-La Diet involves taking daily doses of either oil or sugar water between meals as a way to reduce appetite. No, it doesn't reduce appetite simply by giving you extra calories, but by changing your body's set point. It's a scientific thing - honest.

I know, I know. It has "fad" written all over it. But it also has many, many supporters, and was quite popular on the internet months before the book came out. And it's cheap. I've already bought the oil, and that's all I should need to purchase. You don't really need the book; all the instructions can be found online.

I also need to develop an exercise program. Cardiovascular is the priority. I was thinking of doing a daily walk around the track at Windham High School. If I get a job with a commute near there, like the one my sister might be able to get me, that would be an option. Not an option: being exhausted all the time and getting super sweaty.

Today I weighed 303 pounds. My goal weight is 135. (My BMI is 48.9. That's just plain bad.) That means I need to lose 168 pounds. What a daunting task.

The loss needs to be fast - at least 5 pounds a week - in order to keep me motivated. I could handle 4 pounds a week, but at three I start getting impatient and anything less than three is just unacceptable. I laugh when I hear people talking about losing at a "healthy" rate of 1 pound a week. At that rate it would take me over three years to reach my goal. I don't think so! I'm sure it's easy to be patient when you only want to lose 5 or 10 pounds. When it's up over 150 that needs to go, there's no such thing as "losing too fast."

While I'm on the subject, I also laugh when people say they lost three pounds and now their pants fit better or people have "really noticed." Bull. I could lose 25 pounds between now and tomorrow and no one - even me - would know the difference. To be honest, I don't think a 5 pound loss on a person of normal weight shows up, either, unless it's 5 pounds off the hips to fit into those size 2 jeans.






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A Healthy Work Ethic

What my father considers an appropriate "work ethic" really grates on my nerves.

Of course, I knew it was coming, but that doesn't lessen how irritating it is. He's afraid I'm going to get "locked into a part-time job," as if I wouldn't be able to quit when a decent full-time job came along. And, the age-old argument - he thinks that I have trouble finding work because I "sleep until noon" every day. Which I don't, but that's another issue entirely.

Things he doesn't understand:

1. You get a job by reading and looking for ads, responding to those ads, and following up on those responses within a week or so. I know in my father's day it was possible to walk into a store and walk out with a job, but what he doesn't seem to grasp is the fact that that approach simply doesn't work any more - especially with professional-level jobs.

When I was trying to get a teaching job, he kept telling me that I needed to go directly to the schools and ask if they were hiring, and ask for an "application." Except professional-level jobs don't usually have applications, and you don't get a teaching job by talking to the school secretary or janitor (generally the only people in a school in the off months). I can understand my father not knowing this at the outset. What I can't understand is him being unable to either remember it, or (more likely) believe me when I say it.

2. I need a job. Now. I don't have time to be picky about hours and benefits, but Dad's positively set on full time, permanent, with benefits. Obviously I want these things, but I can't afford to hold out for them. If an opportunity comes up I will take it, period. If it doesn't have benefits I will take it anyway and continue looking for one that does. But I cannot go a month or six weeks without earning any money.

3. Sales jobs, online/telecommuting work, and writing are perfectly legitimate ways to earn a living. I'm not sure why he thinks they aren't. But I can guess. To Dad, "work" means hard labor. Jobs involving intellectual pursuits or creativity somehow don't seem to be... real... for him. He's worked hard his whole life in carpentry and maintenence, so I sort of understand that point of view. Sometimes, though, I wonder where he thinks things like books come from. I mean, you don't go out in the woods, get all sweaty, chop down some trees and *poof* there's a novel. Intellectual work can be just as challenging, if not more so, than physical.

4. There are no jobs in Maine right now. Seriously. Unless you're in health care or truck driving, you're pretty much out of luck.

5. My experience is almost exclusively in child care and education. Shit-job employers see that and think: "overqualified." They want idiot teenagers who will do whatever they're told; not thinking, mature adults.

Here's the deal. My folks don't know this plan, but here it is. I'm going to work and save up as much money as I can. Then, when I reach a certain amount (yet to be determined), I'm going to move to another part of the country. Somewhere where the job market isn't in the toilet the way it is here in Maine.

Right now I expect that this will take about one year. I intend to work a crap job this summer and then either be an ed tech (possible), teach (unlikely but who knows), or work the crap job & do some educational technology consulting work during the 06-07 school year (not sure yet). My expectation is to move next summer. I'm thinking the West Coast - Seattle, or northern California.

I have no intention of revealing this plan to my parents until I've secured a new job and am ready to move, next spring. This is not going to be easy; I'm going to have to save a lot of money and really improve my credit, and it'll hit the fan once it comes out because I know he's not going to like this idea. But it's what I want.

It has got to be one step at a time. Money is the primary concern, and that's why I need to keep a steady income. That means getting a job now. This is the bare-bones plan that I've been formulating for a couple of months now. It's going to take lots of hard work, but I think I can do it if I change some of my poor spending habits.

Introduction

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

Why is it that such hackneyed, stupid-sounding expressions are almost always true?

All right, let's jump right in then. This is the part where I tell you all about myself. In my case, there's a lot going wrong. That's the purpose of this blog - to chronicle my efforts at fixing what's gone astray. I'm hitting "Restart," and purging what's broken. It ain't gonna be pretty.

• Health: At 5'5 and 30 years of age, I weigh over 300 pounds. I remember, as a teenager, hitting 200 and wanting to commit suicide. I have been obese since puberty, in spite of trying every diet (and pill) I could get my hands on. That's going to end. I don't want to die before I've lived.

• Career: After getting a degree in education and teaching for seven years, the evil principal of my last school chose not to renew my contract. That amounted to a death sentence for my career. After working this school year at a child care center and dealing with some utterly horrible kids (and an equally horrible supervisor), I no longer have any interest in working with children. Unfortunately, I also have no job and no significant experience in anything other than education and child care.

• Financial: Having successfully declared bankruptcy this spring (I beat the switch to the new laws by one day, much of my credit card debt has been eliminated. I still have student loans and a couple of other small debts. I deal only in cash because my checking account was overdrawn and closed, and I can't even open a savings account. In the past two months I have lived very close to the edge of nothingness, including having to roll pennies for gas money. My credit, of course, is shot. My car inspection is three months overdue and, worst of all, I have no insurance. I live in constant fear of being caught.

• Social: I am a virgin and have never really been on a date. This is mostly because of my weight and because of my high level of social anxiety.

• Independence: I live with my parents. That's right. To make matters worse, my two younger siblings are both married and gone. My only consolation is the knowledge that the alternative is homelessness.

• Spirituality: I am going through a period of spiritual change. More on that later.