Well, today was a success and a failure. But, I’m not focusing too much on the failure. I got a lot done today, and I’m quite proud of myself. Unfortunately, most of that “lot” that got done, was reading my beta-reader pile and getting back with authors who are depending on me to help them with feedback. Not a waste of time, but didn’t allow me to focus as much time on my diet plan as I would have liked, and I ended up skipping a few meals in the process.
I traded gold for crap. It’s rare that I come across a story that I hate. But, this wasn’t even a story. It was a string of daily journal entries, which for a blog would be fine. For fiction, it was tedious, boring, inane, and soul crushing. I just hope I didn’t crush the poor author, and hope like hell I gave her advice good enough to salvage some of the neat things that I found in the trash. I don’t like crushing dreams, but I do like digging for gold.
The Great Outdoors
So, enough with my decaying brain matter. I had to go outside today. As someone with social anxiety, this is always a chore. I had to practically throw myself out my front door and race to my van, otherwise I would have gone right back inside, got in my jammies, and sat right back in front of my computer where I feel safest.
I went to the post office. Success. Paid my rent. Success. Then, I parked on a street leading to my street, and walked to the smoke shop. Traffic was so horrid due to road work, that if I had driven the two hilly blocks, it would have taken me an hour to get out of the smoke shop’s drive so I could get home. Nope. Nope. Nope. So. I walked. Going downhill, I felt like I would faceplant at any moment. Going uphill, I felt like my legs were going to catch fire, and I would turn into the Burning Woman of Clarion. It was grueseome.
So, needless to say, that was my five minutes of Gazelle time in real world application, so I skipped the machine today. I may still go do my five minutes for shits and giggles before I go to bed, but as of right now… I still feel like death would make my poor muscles happy. 😛
I Really Need a Dietician
If I can’t find one I can afford, I’ll be doing it based on my own past medical history. I’m thinking of doing the Whole30 diet. It’s basically a low carb, high fat, low/no dairy diet, which is good for me since my lactose intolerance decided to make my life smell miserable. It’s low carbs because of no pasta, breads, starches or added sugars (mainly added sugars), and high fat, because low-fat options take out taste by removing fat, and supplement taste by adding sugars and, even worse, sugar substitutes.
Best thing? The Whole30 has shopping lists already made for you, that you can add to, subtract from, whatever you want to do to it to make it work for you.
Even better? I don’t see anything on the site that I have to buy from them. They give me all the information I need to make my own informed choices. It gives me advice for how to structure my meals, what to eat pre-workout, post-workout, and the best things to snack on.
SNACKS! Did I ever mention how much I love snacks. A diet that tells me I am allowed to have snacks sounds too good to be true. But, I’ve been reading, and from everything I read the past few days off WebMD and other sources for healthy diet and nutrition, the Whole30 diet is the same thing, only Whole30 encourages you to eat whole fat foods, rather than going after low-fat, fat-free/nonfat alternatives. Not sure how I feel about this approach, but I have three friends who have lost weight with this system. One of whom lost 6 dress sizes, and is still on the diet because it keeps her satisfied. Even on the days of her hardest workouts.
So, I’m really paying attention to this. If I decide to give it a try, I’ll keep you posted.
Men smiled at me…
I’m not sure if it’s my confidence boost, or I’m just noticing it, or what, but when I was out, every man I passed smiled at me. I feel vaguely uncomfortable by this, but I think that has to do with the fact that I actually made eye contact with everyone I passed today. I don’t make eye contact unless I have to. What the hell changed that it happened the entire two hours I was out and about today?
The women? The women I passed kinda scowled. o.O Not sure what that was all about, but you know what? The ladies in the post office were awesome, so they balance out the scowly hens. 😀
Also… why is it that men can smile at everyone, but if you pass by a woman on the street, nine times out of ten, they will either pretend you don’t exist, or scowl at you? Are women afraid of each other? Put off by one another? Maybe I offended them by wearing a black jacket and black jeans with my girly pink blouse, socks and blue and pink shoes. But, whatever it was, I kinda wanted to hide in the post office by the time I made it to the front doors…
Eyeglasses, or food…?
I’ve got an eye appointment, the first in over four years, on the 12th. I finally found an eye doctor who takes my insurance. It’s 30 minutes away, but it’s worth it for my eyeballs. Now? Found out that my insurance covers eye exams, but not lenses or frames unless you have aphakia. Why? I dunno. It’s ridiculous. It’s like, “We want you to get your exam, but we don’t care if you need to do anything about the results. Good luck!”
So, now I’m down to the fact that I am on a tight budget. I bring in $881/mo from disability. By the time I finish paying bills, I have about $77 left over. Then, I have to buy gas. I get around $40 in gas every other month. So, that brings us down to $37 on the gas-needing months. And, on the months I don’t need gas, that $40 usually goes toward extra food.
Now, let me put this into tighter perspective. I get $71 in SNAP benefits. Plus $37, is $108. When I’m on my normal diet, the unhealthy diet, I can make this stretch for groceries. Though, lately, I’ve had to get help from friends and family.
I’m not even sure how I’m going to get healthy food on $108. What am I supposed to do about my eyesight? I kind of rely on it for a source of income, or I will when I start publishing the things I’m writing now. Scary stuff. Not as daunted as I should be, because I know I can get good glasses from zennioptical.com for $50 including shipping and stuff. However, it may take me a while to get up that $50. Here’s hoping.
Smoking is bad, mm’kay?
My e-cigarette ran out of nicotine juice around 5am. I was still blazing my way through a story, and the smoke shop doesn’t open until 9am. Instead of forcing myself to go to bed at 5am like any other normal being would, I drove myself to the gas station and bought a pack of real cigarettes.
I then proceeded to come home and smoke them like they were my ecig. Let me tell you how bad I feel right now. Not, “I did a bad…” bad. The, “I got hit by a truck, and it infused me with its exhaust” bad. I have no energy. My eyes are super dry. My throat hurts. I can’t taste anything. I can’t get rid of this incessant headache. I keep losing focus. And, what’s worse, is when I got back from getting new e-liquid from the smoke shop, it tastes nothing like what I sampled at the shop, and I keep having the urge to go buy another pack of the real stuff.
I should get my shipment of my regular stuff sometime tomorrow or the day after. Pray for me. …Or rather, pray I don’t rip anyone’s head off. ❤
Hopefully tomorrow brings good news. I’ll see you then!