Category Archives: Eating.

Gift rockets.

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Commitments.

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Housecleaning and/or brainwashing.

I have today off, two Easter meals tomorrow, then have to work on Monday for a few hours. So today I should be scrubbing the house from top to bottom. Except I have coffee to finish and Hamish is sleeping in my lap, so eh. It can wait until afternoon. Or never. Read More →

=/= Westerosi meteorology.

I was finally able to get my bike out on Sunday. I only went as far as a coffeeshop ten minutes away, but it felt so fucking FREEING not to be at the mercy of public transit and/or traffic to get somewhere that I didn’t care.

I did my first official 2014 bike commute yesterday and despite not zipping/sealing the leg holes of my splashpants (I am very cool, guys) properly and soaking the bottoms of my jeans (papertowel-stuffed cuffs are very, very cool, guys), I was in such a phenomenally better mood than I had been recently that it was borderline ridiculous.
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Fluids.

Feeling a ton better today. Still a bit foggy and sinus-y, but the throat gravel has cleared and I haven’t been coughing very much. I credit tons of sleep, spicier-than-usual chili, ginger, and whisky for my rapid recovery. Read More →

Placeholding.

I’m writing this in the five minutes I’m giving myself to take a break from trying to make sense of some film shipping fiascos (fiasci?).

I knew there was a reason this can of soup had been in my ‘for later eating’ drawer for the better part of a year. Feh.

I really need to make my own soup. Maybe this weekend, in between episodes of ‘Breaking Bad’. I am a bit loopy even after three episodes in a row, so this final push through the last 13 could be interesting/deadly.

I read a nice thing on The Toast this morning. Actually, almost everything there is pretty great. Go eat some food. And stay for the loaves and fishes comment (I KNOW. There was a GEM in the bottom half of the internet. How’s that for a miracle?)

Piotr’s Trek.

I met Piotr when I was 17 and still wearing a lot of broomstick skirts and shod primarily in Doc Martens. He was a high school friend, though they met through the puny local Industrial scene, of my then-boyfriend, and wore Birks and wool socks in winter. Since then, he has lived in five different cities in four countries and had many, many, many adventures (in between teaching English to Japanese people and doing graphic design contracts and drawing stuff).

I asked him to write a guest blog post about his latest journey, a bike trip from Antwerp to places more southern and Gallic, because it seemed so fraught, yet exhilarating (and his Facebook updates about it are a delight).

I suggested a title: ‘A funny thing happened on the way to Amiens’, which he quite wisely did not use. Here’s a story, a near-novella really, about his yesterday: Read More →

Celebrating the awesome.

Julia Skott is someone I’ve known online for a ridiculously long time; she was in high school in San Diego while one of her parents was doing a visiting professorship-type thing when we first encountered each other back in the day. Now she is a journalist and author in her native Sweden and has been researching (and writing about) body image for many years, including a really great project called Kroppsbilder (NSFW, at least, at most offices), her own blog, and in various journalistic pieces. And now she’s written a book and I couldn’t be more thrilled.

Well, I could, if it were in English. Fingers crossed that it is translated soon, just so you and I can read it. (Luckily, Google can translate the above links, more or less, so that you can at least get a glimpse at what she has to say.)

She is such a hardworking badass. I’m exceptionally proud of her, despite having nothing to do with her success. Heh.

I have written non-academic rantings about my own body image issues (in the ‘Eating’ category on this site), which I am still working on (for example, yesterday, I referred to what I was wearing as being good ‘for fat days’ when I really meant ‘for wearing to an AYCE buffet’, which I regretted immediately, for a dozen different reasons), and still fall into traps of reading, and semi-seriously considering, whether I should try paleo/veganism/intermittent fasting/etc. Recently, in a fit of PMS-driven anxiety, I nearly signed up for a ‘Lean Eating’ program, until I realised that that was a) insane and b) see a.

Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking?

Well, I wasn’t. Not really. My paranoid, monkey brain was seeking answers to a question that didn’t exist. Again, deprogramming 30 years of media messages is not easy, particularly in a society where it is almost unusual to NOT be worrying about dieting. I try to not, but in doing so worry in other ways, which causes infrequent, and thankfully temporary, short-circuiting from time to time and I get dragged back into body panic (hey, that’s the English translation of the title of Julia’s book!) and feel like I need to diet my way to awesomeness.

Nope. I, like everyone else, should consume what makes me feel good and what gives me what I need (MOAR IRON, for example or, lately, making sure to eat protein in the morning so I don’t feel tired at 10am). Eating is good. We should all do some.

By and large, I just eat when I’m hungry (and sometimes when I’m not) and, allergies aside (going to a doctor this week to see about this immovable sinus itch and pain and generalised tiredness), my body works just fine. *

My brain, obviously, still needs to be approached with caution, though. I am infuriated that, despite my attempts to reprogram, it can seemingly be so easily tricked by the Next Big Thing in dieting, or whichever celebrity’s dedication to kale chips and water fasts. (Quitting the Daily Mail might help with that too.)

If I even flirt with a a mindset resembling ‘I have to eat every three hours, and eat x and y everyday, but never z’, it is literally all I will think about, and that is no way to live. At least not a positive one. I’m sure some of y’all can relate.

Since I don’t have a conclusion, aside from ‘Yep! Still have body issues aplenty!’, here are some English-language links about BMI bullshit, exercise and body image, and other related things:

Weight Index Doesn’t Tell the Whole Truth

‘SAY NO TO SIZE ZERO:’ How judging thin women doesn’t promote body acceptance

Of tiny pink dumbbells and fat chicks

The hidden truths behind a transformation pic

Oxygen’s New Reality Series ‘My Big Fat Revenge’ will be a super gross and hateful chronicle about jerkholes (Also, almost anything else Lesley Kinzel writes.)


*Sure, I’d like to run faster (which, at this point, seems an impossible battle given the aforementioned allergies and tiredness) and be stronger (I bought resistance bands recently to help with that), but I don’t think anyone would deny that exercise is a bad thing. My bike commute is an essential part of my day, if only for the happy endorphins and break from overthinking.

Mea culpaing.

I have written about weight in the past, with the authority of someone who has been fatter and thinner and has settled into this size and eats Snickers bars for lunch sometimes, and has run half-marathons at others. I am human. I do a lot of things that are good and bad for me (believe me, that last race was a bad idea). Read More →

Size matters.

I’ve mentioned before that my doctor is pretty great; she’s never mentioned my size, other than saying ‘some people find it more difficult’ (in response to my talking about how I had trouble losing weight) and ‘keep doing what you’re doing’ (in reponse to my taking up running). I’m very grateful for this.

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