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I'm not afraid of many things. Mark's Daily Apple weekend link list post highlighted a video of my second-worst fear. Watching this made my blood pressure rise and stomach hurt. But at least I could watch it, which says something about its beauty and awesomeness.
Something that doesn't scare me is the possibility of looking like a fool. So I bought a made-with-love hoop from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miischelle yesterday after she gave me a couple tips on how to keep the damn thing whirling around my middle instead of spiraling down my body. It was fun, and offers a new technique on balance and body isolation, not to mention some low-level aerobic activity that falls into the "move frequently at a slow pace" Primal Blueprint guideline. It is, btw, still spiraling down my body most of the time, but for about one out of ten attempts, I can keep it from falling down immediately. Progress!
I made poor eating choices yesterday and paid for it that evening. I went to bed nauseated and with a very unhappy stomach. Luckily, no lower G.I. issues, but my stomach is still sore from the cramping. For the next month, several items are off the menu. These are things I've allowed to creep into my diet, even though they shouldn't be passing my lips at all, period.
1. Vegetable oils, with the exception of olive and coconut oil
2. All foods containing corn products (I'm looking at you, garlic-horseradish dip)
3. Refined sugar, even when presented in a beautiful dark chocolate package
4. Soda (what the fuck was I thinking)
I'm preparing to eliminate artificial sweeteners completely, but I'm realistic about it and won't dive off that particular cliff until after the CSSF summer activities wrap up. Speaking of sweets, I'm limiting fruit to a once-a-week treat. I had a blister in my mouth last week from eating too many berries, and my tongue was raw and sore from the excess sugar.
*whew*
On Saturday, I watched one of my college buddies get married. That was weird. One, I didn't ever consider him the marrying type. Two, he was the last of that group of friends (besides myself) to wed. As he greeted me as I exited the church, I whispered "I'm the last one, dude." I wrote a post about my feelings about that, but it was painfully emo and maudlin so I marked it as private. I might see if it's salvageable later, but right now it's just full of ew. The reception was nice, though. I danced my feet sore.
Quick Update Note: I am bloating like crazy post-lunch. That hasn't happened in weeks. Hm.
Something that doesn't scare me is the possibility of looking like a fool. So I bought a made-with-love hoop from
miischelle yesterday after she gave me a couple tips on how to keep the damn thing whirling around my middle instead of spiraling down my body. It was fun, and offers a new technique on balance and body isolation, not to mention some low-level aerobic activity that falls into the "move frequently at a slow pace" Primal Blueprint guideline. It is, btw, still spiraling down my body most of the time, but for about one out of ten attempts, I can keep it from falling down immediately. Progress!I made poor eating choices yesterday and paid for it that evening. I went to bed nauseated and with a very unhappy stomach. Luckily, no lower G.I. issues, but my stomach is still sore from the cramping. For the next month, several items are off the menu. These are things I've allowed to creep into my diet, even though they shouldn't be passing my lips at all, period.
1. Vegetable oils, with the exception of olive and coconut oil
2. All foods containing corn products (I'm looking at you, garlic-horseradish dip)
3. Refined sugar, even when presented in a beautiful dark chocolate package
4. Soda (what the fuck was I thinking)
I'm preparing to eliminate artificial sweeteners completely, but I'm realistic about it and won't dive off that particular cliff until after the CSSF summer activities wrap up. Speaking of sweets, I'm limiting fruit to a once-a-week treat. I had a blister in my mouth last week from eating too many berries, and my tongue was raw and sore from the excess sugar.
*whew*
On Saturday, I watched one of my college buddies get married. That was weird. One, I didn't ever consider him the marrying type. Two, he was the last of that group of friends (besides myself) to wed. As he greeted me as I exited the church, I whispered "I'm the last one, dude." I wrote a post about my feelings about that, but it was painfully emo and maudlin so I marked it as private. I might see if it's salvageable later, but right now it's just full of ew. The reception was nice, though. I danced my feet sore.
Quick Update Note: I am bloating like crazy post-lunch. That hasn't happened in weeks. Hm.