...Eating like a rabbit.
Ok. so.
I guess I need to give you some back story. I'm not going into great detail, but something that explains some of the content of this blog, at the very least.
One year ago...I had a mild heart attack. I'm 46, remember?
Yeah.
So...this was a wake up call of epic proportions, as you can imagine. When I was set free from tests and hospitals and cardiac rehabilitation, the cardiologist put me on a regimen of statin drugs.
Putting it mildly...they are horrible. Poison. Fuck all, Poison pills that do icky things to your body and your mental state.
Poison that gives you horrible body cramps, nasty sleep patterns, and the piece' de' resistance...(Tish! That's French!)
Weight gain.
Huge weight gain...40 pounds to be exact. And not because of over-eating...As a matter of fact, I was eating less. I was a bit of an anxious mess after the whole debacle, and as a person who struggles with generalized anxiety- (more on this later) food wasn't a top priority, as you can imagine.
But I was still rapidly gaining weight, with no rhyme or reason.
After I finally researched enough-figuring that it had to be a side effect-ding ding ding...we have a winner! (or a loser, as it were)
The statin drugs have a tendency to cause weight gain, some worse than others.
Jadedgirl-victimized by cholesterol pills. Lovely. Believe me, I typically need zero assistance with gaining weight...I do that just fine on my own.
I had been sabotaged by chemistry. True enough.
So, obviously, I stopped taking them immediately, and told the doc, I would use a supplement, diet and exercise and he could put the pills in a "different place" Meaning, I asked him if he wanted to play a game called: Go fuck yourself...and he could go first. (In so many words) I like my doctor, a lot...he's been in our family for a long time...and he knew my mom. This kind of talk was nary a shock to him, trust.
I started on a good path researching diet after diet. Friends were fast to recommend pills, Weight Watchers, Zyngular, The Keto Diet and even Atkins.
Obviously anything high protein and fat was out...heart attack, hello?
And Weight Watchers was out...I'm not paying someone to literally weigh me weekly and quote annoying Successories quotes. I actually know how to read posters myself, imagine that?
And speed pills. Again...heart attack, hello?
I finally found a good diet for heart issues and gradual lifestyle change, with no bad side effects and great food. I even adopted drinking a great deal of water-like 3-4 bottles a day-And I stayed on it for a good couple of months. Which is really a big deal for me.
Then I derailed...massively. Chocolate mug cakes, salami, fast food, Jarlsberg dip, too many soft drinks. Etc. You get the point.
Bad. Off the freaking rails.
When I stopped the statins....I plateaued at 240. The highest weight I have ever been in my life. But, at least I stopped gaining.
Last week I went back to the doctor for my 3 month fasting labs.
I had gained two more pounds, and my lab work reflected pre-diabetes. Bordering on full blown.
The doctor explained that it was probably inevitable that at some point, no matter what-due to a family history-I would more than likely develop the full blown dose as my age progresses, but for now, I CAN stall the progression of the disease with diet, exercise, and complete lifestyle overhaul.
Apparently...you can't stop the progression of getting fucking OLD. But you can stop the fast progression of Diabetes Mellitus. If you stop eating. And stop eating cake.
I'm so not on board with the cake thing, if you must know...Tiramisu is my spirit animal.
But, I'm searching for alternatives.
So here we are.
Daily tracking on My Fitness Pal (which is an amazing app-that I recommend for everyone, even if NOT dieting) Staying within my calories goal, watching my sugar intake, and exercising.
Yes. I said exercising.
I'm seriously considering hiring a Pennywise look-alike to brandish a bloody knife and chase me through the mean streets of Peoria. Because...sigh. Typically that is the only way you will get me to run anywhere.
This is a work in progress, obviously.
Oh, And blogging.
Ok...the blogging wasn't a recommendation from the doctor-but I do much better at anything if I can write about it and also add my own sophomoric brand of snark to it. If you can't laugh at yourself, right?
So-most days here, you'll get a food report and maybe a side story or two and sometimes no food talk-just venting.
Enjoy that shit.
Today...I'm adding a picture of my lunch, to show how awesome rabbit food is on a daily basis. (Are you noting the blatant use of sarcasm, in that last sentence?)
Good we can move on now.
When, truthfully...I'll really be wanting a chocolate milkshake...with a cheeseburger...and chili cheese fries...and
You get the point.
But, if I want to be around for my kids-and my grandkids-sacrifices must be made. Including fruits and nuts.
As if I didn't have enough of these in my life already.
Typing in my yoga pants.
XOXO,
Jadedgirl.
PS...Veggie rotini, with chopped spinach, tomatoes and Italian dressing sprinkled with grated parm.
Half turkey sandwich with Dijon mustard on 17 grain bread.
Cauliflower dipped in Dijon with a drop of raw honey.
Calories 340
Fat-low
Zero saturated fat
Sugar 15 MG.
Carbs-low.
Ok. so.
I guess I need to give you some back story. I'm not going into great detail, but something that explains some of the content of this blog, at the very least.
One year ago...I had a mild heart attack. I'm 46, remember?
Yeah.
So...this was a wake up call of epic proportions, as you can imagine. When I was set free from tests and hospitals and cardiac rehabilitation, the cardiologist put me on a regimen of statin drugs.
Putting it mildly...they are horrible. Poison. Fuck all, Poison pills that do icky things to your body and your mental state.
Poison that gives you horrible body cramps, nasty sleep patterns, and the piece' de' resistance...(Tish! That's French!)
Weight gain.
Huge weight gain...40 pounds to be exact. And not because of over-eating...As a matter of fact, I was eating less. I was a bit of an anxious mess after the whole debacle, and as a person who struggles with generalized anxiety- (more on this later) food wasn't a top priority, as you can imagine.
But I was still rapidly gaining weight, with no rhyme or reason.
After I finally researched enough-figuring that it had to be a side effect-ding ding ding...we have a winner! (or a loser, as it were)
The statin drugs have a tendency to cause weight gain, some worse than others.
Jadedgirl-victimized by cholesterol pills. Lovely. Believe me, I typically need zero assistance with gaining weight...I do that just fine on my own.
I had been sabotaged by chemistry. True enough.
So, obviously, I stopped taking them immediately, and told the doc, I would use a supplement, diet and exercise and he could put the pills in a "different place" Meaning, I asked him if he wanted to play a game called: Go fuck yourself...and he could go first. (In so many words) I like my doctor, a lot...he's been in our family for a long time...and he knew my mom. This kind of talk was nary a shock to him, trust.
I started on a good path researching diet after diet. Friends were fast to recommend pills, Weight Watchers, Zyngular, The Keto Diet and even Atkins.
Obviously anything high protein and fat was out...heart attack, hello?
And Weight Watchers was out...I'm not paying someone to literally weigh me weekly and quote annoying Successories quotes. I actually know how to read posters myself, imagine that?
And speed pills. Again...heart attack, hello?
I finally found a good diet for heart issues and gradual lifestyle change, with no bad side effects and great food. I even adopted drinking a great deal of water-like 3-4 bottles a day-And I stayed on it for a good couple of months. Which is really a big deal for me.
Then I derailed...massively. Chocolate mug cakes, salami, fast food, Jarlsberg dip, too many soft drinks. Etc. You get the point.
Bad. Off the freaking rails.
When I stopped the statins....I plateaued at 240. The highest weight I have ever been in my life. But, at least I stopped gaining.
Last week I went back to the doctor for my 3 month fasting labs.
I had gained two more pounds, and my lab work reflected pre-diabetes. Bordering on full blown.
The doctor explained that it was probably inevitable that at some point, no matter what-due to a family history-I would more than likely develop the full blown dose as my age progresses, but for now, I CAN stall the progression of the disease with diet, exercise, and complete lifestyle overhaul.
Apparently...you can't stop the progression of getting fucking OLD. But you can stop the fast progression of Diabetes Mellitus. If you stop eating. And stop eating cake.
I'm so not on board with the cake thing, if you must know...Tiramisu is my spirit animal.
So here we are.
Daily tracking on My Fitness Pal (which is an amazing app-that I recommend for everyone, even if NOT dieting) Staying within my calories goal, watching my sugar intake, and exercising.
Yes. I said exercising.
I'm seriously considering hiring a Pennywise look-alike to brandish a bloody knife and chase me through the mean streets of Peoria. Because...sigh. Typically that is the only way you will get me to run anywhere.
This is a work in progress, obviously.
Oh, And blogging.
Ok...the blogging wasn't a recommendation from the doctor-but I do much better at anything if I can write about it and also add my own sophomoric brand of snark to it. If you can't laugh at yourself, right?
So-most days here, you'll get a food report and maybe a side story or two and sometimes no food talk-just venting.
Enjoy that shit.
Today...I'm adding a picture of my lunch, to show how awesome rabbit food is on a daily basis. (Are you noting the blatant use of sarcasm, in that last sentence?)
Good we can move on now.
When, truthfully...I'll really be wanting a chocolate milkshake...with a cheeseburger...and chili cheese fries...and
You get the point.
But, if I want to be around for my kids-and my grandkids-sacrifices must be made. Including fruits and nuts.
As if I didn't have enough of these in my life already.
Typing in my yoga pants.
XOXO,
Jadedgirl.
Half turkey sandwich with Dijon mustard on 17 grain bread.
Cauliflower dipped in Dijon with a drop of raw honey.
Calories 340
Fat-low
Zero saturated fat
Sugar 15 MG.
Carbs-low.
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