Noddy24 wrote:Material Girl--
Seven pounds is a very respectable start. Congratulations.
Thanks!
Im just under my usual weight this morning.Must have been all that rice I had last night, tho it did fill me up and I didnt snack last night.
Progress:
I've finally started losing around my middle. For months and months my waist has been 35", right at the Heart Attack Prone Danger Line.
This morning I measured and my waist was 32 1/2".
I'm not aiming for an hourglass figure--just a little less of a cylinder.
Well done Noddy!!I hear hula hooping is good for the waist.
I just had salad(again)for lunch(no tomatoes, they went moldy).
Is it a sin if I put a dashof vinigrette on the salad, just to make it taste of something palatable?
Material Girl--
Vinigrette is a combination of vinegar and oil. Vinegar has an insignificent number of calories. Oil has 124 calories per tablespoon.
The more oil you use, the more your mouth appreciates the slippery taste and the more calories you ingest.
Just-a-dash isn't going to send your good intentions to hell, but make sure it is just-a-dash.
Instead of dashing--or pouring--dressing on your salad, put a measured amount in a little bowl on the side and dip each mouthful of salad separately. This slows down your eating, eliminates the veggies at the bottom of the bowl from marinating in calories and reminds you to savor the flavor of every bite.
Aha, good plan.
It wouldnt be more than a teaspoon really,I find a little bit fo vinegar does alot for salad.
The dipping approach to vinaigrettes/dressings works quite well.
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I thought things weren't going well, then I realized that the skirt I wore to work yesterday was a "target" skirt - bought it a size too small in December. Huzzah!
Yeah, I'm not usually prone to body dysmorphia but I whenever I start seriously exercising ... after a bit I go "hey, wow, lookit! Stuff's happening!" Then I adjust and go "geez, that's all?" Weighing myself doesn't really work until much later 'cause I always put on muscles as well as losing fat. Which is fine, just that it makes it harder to track progress. Clothes seem to do the best job. (I seem to be down a half-size or so; stuff that was barely too small now fits nicely, stuff that fit nicely is now a bit too big.)
Up until about the age of ten, I was a skinny little kid. Then I
started to put on weight. It may have had something to do with my
having an operation and recuperative period at that time, but I'm not
sure. In any case, the poundage went up.
I was raised by my mother and my maternal grandmother. Nana stayed
home while Mom worked. Nana was a big woman and loved to eat. There
was a bakery at the end of the block and Nana would dispatch me there
on Saturday morning to get a half dozen of their coffee rolls. She
must have known their schedule because a tray of steaming rolls was
coming out of the oven as I walked in the door. I was overfed and, I
must admit, got nowhere near enough exercise.
I became the Fat Kid. Now if you are going to pick one time in your
life to be the Fat Kid, don't pick junior high. Especially if you
happen to be a good student and not inclined to cause trouble. It was
brutal. I lived within walking distance to the school and Nana would
not let me leave until there was just barely enough time to make it.
But I still got in a lot of fights. Nasty memories.
In high school a lot happened to change things around. Nana passed
on, I went away to a different school, I was forced into more physical
activity and found I liked it. My weight fell back into the normal
range, though I found I had to keep after myself to stay there. And
so it has continued. But no matter what, in my own mind I am still
the Fat Kid.
I go by the clothes, too. I don't weigh myself. I know what I look like and I know what I want. I know when I'm fit.
George, I was the total opposite.
Always active, since I was 4 I was doing a sport of some sort. From gymnastics, through modern, jazz, and tap dance, horseback riding, athletics (800 meters, 1.5 km and 12 minute runs mostly)... I was always in top shape. Until few years into university... changed environment, not enough time. No matter how much I exercised, I always felt too fat, too out of shape, too this, too that. It was never enough, never satisfying. Now I'm learning to adjust my standards. It ain't easy.
Running is a wonderful help. I love the 'being able to' part of it. Once you work yourself long enough that you can keep up the pace without your breath or muscles quitting on you. Feels like achievement, and that's what I need in a workout.
Same here, dag. I was an athlete until college, and I still think I'm a jock. I'm not. Brings me up short now and then. Always most comfortable when I'm more jock-y than not.
George, that sucks about the fights. Kids can be evil.
Hey, Dags, are you joining us at John Harvard's Brew House?
We can share a salad.
Someone's lost their mind.
My next round of Egyptian folkdance includes sword work
Veils, zills, canes, melayas ... ok.
Swords.
Stay tuned to this BatChannel for updates.
You could always get a wooden t'ai chi sword, ehBeth; that way you can't hurt anybody
(I love the red silk tassel -- it's to catch the blood running down your arm

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ehBeth wrote:Someone's lost their mind.
My next round of Egyptian folkdance includes sword work
Veils, zills, canes, melayas ... ok.
Swords.
Stay tuned to this BatChannel for updates.
Nigel is available for advice in foil and katakana.
My swordplay expeience is limited to a drunken bout with hollow walking
sticks at Winter Carnaval in Quebec.
A Bonhomme Carnivale walking stick, by any chance?
Does Nigel know anything about balancing swords on top of his head while shimmying?
Exactly right. It was a marvelous sword fight! I was defending the honor of
Newfoundland.
I don't believe Nigel has practiced that particular skill (but you never know).
Broccoli rice, rice on its own, rice with broccoli...so many combinations.I got fed up and bought a take away which I dint enjoy, didnt like it especially when the fat dripped down my chin.
Shopping tonight, gona buy some meat and eat it with sensible veggies, cant handle rice anymore.
quite right, gal. Get a nice lean pork steak, and just make it a small one
Clary wrote:quite right, gal. Get a nice lean pork steak, and just make it a small one
Not keen on pork, can I have beef or lamb?
pork is less fatty, apparently, but I guess any lean meat is ok!