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Name: Stacy
Country: United States
State: North Dakota
Metro: Grand Forks
Gender: Female
Interests: I enjoy knitting, crocheting, playing piano and tuba, reading, studying chemical engineering, hanging out with my friends when I have time (what time?), cuddling with my boyfriend, and watching "Mythbusters."
Expertise: The only expertise I have is listening and offering support to those who need me. And I'm not even terribly good at that. :-)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/24/2005
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| So yeah. I got nothing to show this semester except a big steaming pile of failure.
Failure last night. Failure this morning.
And another semester of college if I don't pass physical chemistry. I am not looking forward to having to tell my parents that ...
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| It's pay day, and today I shall be irresponsible with my money. Tonight, I'm going to blow it all on clothes. Yep, one whole paycheck to clothes because it has been literally years since I've done that and it's time to be a bad girl for one day.
Responsible Guru returns tomorrow.
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| Salvete, omnes!
So I checked my BMI today ... and apparently it's a 24.0. A lady never admits her weight, so don't ask. That kind of information brings up some serious introspection, especially since I weigh 15 pounds more than I did when I graduated high school, and probably 10 pounds more than I did this time last year.
How did this happen? Easy: bad diet and not enough exercise.
This time last year, I wasn't busy with plant design yet. I was walking everywhere and taking every flight of stairs I could. (Except the stairs to 5th floor in my residence hall. That's just suicidal with the books I carry.) I was eating right, lots of fruits and vegetables. I wasn't actively working out, but I didn't need to with my caloric intake to maintain my weight.
However, last spring I got ridiculously busy with plant design. I started skipping meals. I started eating out on the weekends, almost every meal. I started taking elevators everywhere instead of the stairs. This summer, after my grandma died, I quit cooking. Every breakfast I ate came from Burger King. Every lunch I ate came from Wendy's, Burger King, McDonald's, the Red Pepper ... the only meal I still cooked was dinner.
This week, I put on my Halloween costume from last year, and I couldn't get it to zip. That's when I faced an uncomfortable truth: for me, for what I am used to, I am fat.
I'll let that sink in for a moment. This is just the way it is, it's nobody's fault ... except for mine. I can put the fork down. I can take the stairs.
What I can't do is be complacent anymore. I have to realize what I'm doing to myself. My jeans don't fit right. I've been feeling unwell lately, and it's probably because I'm carrying a few extra pounds.
I've already screwed up today by missing breakfast, but tomorrow the diet starts. It's not drastic. It's making sure I get up in the morning to eat breakfast. It's making sure I get the vitamins I need. It's eating more fruits and vegetables and less starch. It's eating less protein (although I do LOVE bacon). It's taking the stairs, not the elevator.
My boyfriend has managed to lose weight over the last summer. I have to remember that I'm not him, I don't need the portions he needs. Eating like him has caused me to gain weight. It's time for me to start eating like me again.
Y'all need to promise to stop me if I go insane with this. I just need to make a few simple lifestyle changes to fix my problems.
Thanks for listening.
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| Salvete, omnes!
So currently I'm subscribing to the Zaphod Beeblebrox Theory of Food. It's very similar to the Zaphod Beeblebrox Theory of Alcohol, but you're far less likely to die of alcohol poisoning. Why am I subscribing to this theory, you ask? Because I made chili for the first time.
Let me start from the beginning. When I ate chili at home, I ate my mom's chili. Her chili calls for multiple cans of pork and beans ... and (I'm fairly certain) no chili powder. It's bland, but hey, I'm Scandinavian. Sometimes ketchup is too spicy.
My chili recipe was one I haven't tried before. It was designed to serve 4 "generously" as the recipe put it. (Actual case: serves 2.) It called for a pound of beef, 2 cans of light red kidney beans, some dried onion and garlic, a can of tomatoes with chilies ... and 1 tablespoon of chili powder. You read that right. Tablespoon. TBSP. Tablespoon. Being Scandinavian (and thus, a wuss where spices are concerned), I used a little over 1/2 tablespoon chili powder.
In retrospect, that might have been a little much.
The cornbread muffins turned out great, though. (Jiffy rocks -- muffins-in-a-box!)
Next time I make chili -- less chili powder. Much less chili powder. Or plain tomatoes, either one. I'm not fussy on it. But less spice, for sure.
Valete et vos curate!
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| Normally I don't post just song lyrics (long-time readers know already), but this one has been haunting me since April.
Phil Collins - Another Day in Paradise
She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there
Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise
She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
Can't walk but she's trying
Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise
Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say
You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
'Cos she didn't fit in there
Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise
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