I really wanted to buy that man's life. The guy in Australia who put his life for sale on eBay. It was his house, his toys, his job, his friends. The whole kit and kaboodle. If I didn't love my kids and suspect my husband wouldn't let me take them out of the country, I would have been in. I'm not even a miserable wretch, I can just see and appreciate how amazing it would be to start over. A whole new world and try it on. Plus, I figured, if it was a bust, it would make a great movie or series of articles. Win, win.
But I didn't.
Instead I joined Curves. A half an hour of exercise 3-5 times a week. I just wasn't able to stick to the easiest diet on the planet and panic is setting in. The reunion is in twelvish weeks and I don't want to be the fat chick...
Curves is fine, just doesn't help much on the eating so I still have red wine and chocolate issues. Nevertheless, I should at least be much more toned by the time I meet my past.
And that for the moment is that... Somebody besides me bought a life in Perth Australia... damn that sounds sweet. XXC
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
High School Reunion Diet
Okay. I'm back and I've renamed the diet and it's time to get serious. There are only two months to go. Do or die. Time to actually diet. Today I woke up desperate and ready to call Lindora or Weight Watchers or sign up for ediet or join the Queen on Jenny Craig. But I decided to give my diet it's due. Try it and go down with the ship. Only now it's for real. No cheating. Six glasses of water every day - no exceptions.. I'm going to make a chart. Cereal for breakfast... with banana-- no candy right after. IN between fruit or those 100 calorie bars that I sometimes have three of. Only I get only one. Afternoon - popcorn. Lunch. Yogurt and granola. Today I had three bowls. Tomorrow. One. Dinner - reasonable with salad and one wine. Desert cannot be a whole Cadbury bar.... It will be what? Got it. Another hundred calorie bar. Vitamins and tea back in.... soda back to one not two. I've really just thrown in the towel... time to pick it up and go.
Til tomorrow. C
Til tomorrow. C
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Striking the blog
With no one else to strike, I'm striking my blog. I'm actually refusing to write til I lose another pound. Yet to too scared to weigh myself. Makes no sense. much like my life of late. Changes are brewing. A bit of a domestic storm ahead I think. Holding on tight. Sanity, don't leave me now.
XXCary
XXCary
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
The Fat Lady Sang
OKAY… The strike is over. Back to the musthavediet and time is running out. The reunion is only two months away… plus a week or two that I need for padding. The writer’s strike didn’t actually help me lose weight. In fact, in the last couple weeks I think I put my original four lost pounds back on. I refuse to weigh myself and find out… Too depressing.
The problem is not the diet. I still believe in the “must have” concept. ( see sidebar) The problem is that I’m not actually doing the easiest diet in the world… I’ve just been too busy. I also think when you’re not writing everything down it all goes to the wayside. I think writing is as important as positive attitude and food intake and vitamins and water.
I also should cut out the diet cokes… There was an article on that on Yahoo yesterday to that effect…. That the drinks promote weight gain… I refused to read it… It would depress me. I was good in the beginning about keeping it to one a day. Lately I’ve slipped back to two.. pretty much hand in hand with skipping the water, the vitamins and the twenty minute walk. Oops. Yeah, I’ve been pretty much living on excessive sugar, fat and pasta.
Today in the midst of a thousand more important conversations, my friend Jane, said, “By the way, I have a diet tip for you. Skip meals.” Taking out food altogether, I’m pretty sure would do the trick. I’m actually contemplating Slim Fast. No decisions, no balancing, just eat a bar, drink a shake and wait for dinner. I swore I wouldn’t, but damn the reunion is getting near.
Starting tomorrow I’ll give it three more weeks. Writing it, taking the vitamins, visualizing, and being grateful. Three weeks… Starting today.
The problem is not the diet. I still believe in the “must have” concept. ( see sidebar) The problem is that I’m not actually doing the easiest diet in the world… I’ve just been too busy. I also think when you’re not writing everything down it all goes to the wayside. I think writing is as important as positive attitude and food intake and vitamins and water.
I also should cut out the diet cokes… There was an article on that on Yahoo yesterday to that effect…. That the drinks promote weight gain… I refused to read it… It would depress me. I was good in the beginning about keeping it to one a day. Lately I’ve slipped back to two.. pretty much hand in hand with skipping the water, the vitamins and the twenty minute walk. Oops. Yeah, I’ve been pretty much living on excessive sugar, fat and pasta.
Today in the midst of a thousand more important conversations, my friend Jane, said, “By the way, I have a diet tip for you. Skip meals.” Taking out food altogether, I’m pretty sure would do the trick. I’m actually contemplating Slim Fast. No decisions, no balancing, just eat a bar, drink a shake and wait for dinner. I swore I wouldn’t, but damn the reunion is getting near.
Starting tomorrow I’ll give it three more weeks. Writing it, taking the vitamins, visualizing, and being grateful. Three weeks… Starting today.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
my friend deedie
Deedie writes:
Just thought I'd let you know that I have started drinking green tea
in
> the afternoon in support of your efforts...I drink MANY cups of
coffee
> and lattes throughout the day, but virtually gave up Diet Coke in
> another round of "pick ONE healthy thing" after my sister died: a
> psychiatrist (colleague, not MY therapist) saw me drinking a Diet
Coke
> one day, smiled (in that I am so much healthier than you are kind of
> way) and said "Mmm! Neurotoxins!" This was my inspiration to avoid
> nutrasweet...
>
> jenny gave me a membership at this nice fitness club and spa for the
> month of January. Despite my previously stated belief that "it is
all
> about exercise" my month-long committment to "strength and toning"
> three times a week did NOTHING for my weight... in fact, I have been
up
> to my high plateau after several weeks of total body workouts. A
> friend of mine that I meet for coffee on Sunday mornings (at a picnic
> table inside a convenience store during the winter) who is about 15
or
> 16 years older than I am says she has been on a diet for a year, and
> has lost ONE POUND... All of this is to say that I am deeply
> disappointed in the whole aging process, and resent having to pay
> attention to any of it AT ALL! I am telling myself that part of the
> problem is that I exercise TOO HARD: I'm burning muscle instead of
fat:
> I'm not paying attention to my TARGET HEART RATE....but I do enjoy
the
> endorphins in much the way I once enjoyed recreational drugs:-)
>
> The primary problem is the bionic woman thing: I don't have enough
> TIME to exercise every day. Which brings me to the issue of needing
to
> find a way to make LOTS of money without having to work... Or maybe I
> could just get Sasha to cast me in a reality show... or you could
tell
> me how to get on a home makeover program..
>
> Any thoughts?
My thoughts: First off, you're a way better woman than I. Exercise is on track, already given up diet cokes... amazing. And the green tea.... I'm still only managing the one cup in the morning. The rest of the day I'm drawn to English Breakfast with cream.
Time is a problem for all we bionic women and which is why I'm trying to come up with a diet where I lose twenty pounds with no sacrifice, because I'm sure if I suceed I'll be very rich. Not yet succeeding however. Still faith. Faith.
Reality TV does seem like an alternative but you mostly don't get rich and mostly do get made fun of... I say steer clear. Except for the home make over shows. Those are fabulous! Go on the HGTV web site and click "be on Hgtv" at the top and it will list shows and where they shoot. Maine might be tough... but you never know... suddenly a show could be in your neck of the woods, in which case you quickly apply on line and await your bounty.
I am grateful for HGTV
I am grateful for my office
I am grateful for my successful diet
I am grateful for my friend Deedie
Just thought I'd let you know that I have started drinking green tea
in
> the afternoon in support of your efforts...I drink MANY cups of
coffee
> and lattes throughout the day, but virtually gave up Diet Coke in
> another round of "pick ONE healthy thing" after my sister died: a
> psychiatrist (colleague, not MY therapist) saw me drinking a Diet
Coke
> one day, smiled (in that I am so much healthier than you are kind of
> way) and said "Mmm! Neurotoxins!" This was my inspiration to avoid
> nutrasweet...
>
> jenny gave me a membership at this nice fitness club and spa for the
> month of January. Despite my previously stated belief that "it is
all
> about exercise" my month-long committment to "strength and toning"
> three times a week did NOTHING for my weight... in fact, I have been
up
> to my high plateau after several weeks of total body workouts. A
> friend of mine that I meet for coffee on Sunday mornings (at a picnic
> table inside a convenience store during the winter) who is about 15
or
> 16 years older than I am says she has been on a diet for a year, and
> has lost ONE POUND... All of this is to say that I am deeply
> disappointed in the whole aging process, and resent having to pay
> attention to any of it AT ALL! I am telling myself that part of the
> problem is that I exercise TOO HARD: I'm burning muscle instead of
fat:
> I'm not paying attention to my TARGET HEART RATE....but I do enjoy
the
> endorphins in much the way I once enjoyed recreational drugs:-)
>
> The primary problem is the bionic woman thing: I don't have enough
> TIME to exercise every day. Which brings me to the issue of needing
to
> find a way to make LOTS of money without having to work... Or maybe I
> could just get Sasha to cast me in a reality show... or you could
tell
> me how to get on a home makeover program..
>
> Any thoughts?
My thoughts: First off, you're a way better woman than I. Exercise is on track, already given up diet cokes... amazing. And the green tea.... I'm still only managing the one cup in the morning. The rest of the day I'm drawn to English Breakfast with cream.
Time is a problem for all we bionic women and which is why I'm trying to come up with a diet where I lose twenty pounds with no sacrifice, because I'm sure if I suceed I'll be very rich. Not yet succeeding however. Still faith. Faith.
Reality TV does seem like an alternative but you mostly don't get rich and mostly do get made fun of... I say steer clear. Except for the home make over shows. Those are fabulous! Go on the HGTV web site and click "be on Hgtv" at the top and it will list shows and where they shoot. Maine might be tough... but you never know... suddenly a show could be in your neck of the woods, in which case you quickly apply on line and await your bounty.
I am grateful for HGTV
I am grateful for my office
I am grateful for my successful diet
I am grateful for my friend Deedie
Monday, February 4, 2008
Does the Fat Lady Sing?
It ain't over til it's over. Larry Gelbart left me a message saying it's not over til the fat lady sings and keep picketing. My cousin called me from the lines at Fox... Rumors are swirling but not all good. It's was so promising Friday when the news was reporting break throughs in negotiations. Yippee....
However, as a resident fat lady... no singing yet. First of all, I really hoped to be thinner by the time we called it a day. I haven't weighed in in awhile. There was the whole me being sick things, and my children being sick.... and my feed a cold, feed a fever, feed a headache philosophy.
Hard to lose weight, hard to blog, impossible to picket. My middle daughter also starred in her school play this weekend... she was fabulous... so was the food at intermission. It's been a bust. And Russian mother in law is staying the week with us... feeding us. Non stop.
That's where I am. Vitamins, check... water... sort of ... exercise -- non existent... food eh...
Oh, I nearly forgot the trauma of the day.... No wonder my kids are dramatic, we never lack drama in our home. Anyway, last night at eleven pm, my daughter awoke me to the big news that she wasn't going to school the next day ( today) because of a weapons threat on campus. An eighth grader is threatening the school. She stayed home -- so did 90% of the school. The other 10% were home more or less after first period and after experiencing a "lockdown" in the gym. Now the headmaster writes that while the investigation is on going and the police presence will remain, there is no "credible" threat and the school will be open tomorrow. Hm... it was open today. My daughter works for the school paper. The older boys who were there today to investigate said the police believe the threat is real... which is why the continued presence... So do I send her back...? I believe so. Police are there, the school seems on top of the situation... still... that lingering doubt ... and the very loud doubt coming from my Russian mother in law... Russians are notoriously doom and gloom and my Russians aren't the exception. She can't stay home forever... In all likely hood it's some poor doomed kid who made idle threats in a fit of anger. He's probably never held a gun, much less has access to one and his life is about to go wildly off course. Still...
I have not been nearly grateful enough lately.
I am grateful for the safety of my children
I am grateful for the police and their good work
I am grateful for the school's excellent care
I am grateful that the threat was idle and meaningless
I am not afraid
My kids are safe!
Amen.
However, as a resident fat lady... no singing yet. First of all, I really hoped to be thinner by the time we called it a day. I haven't weighed in in awhile. There was the whole me being sick things, and my children being sick.... and my feed a cold, feed a fever, feed a headache philosophy.
Hard to lose weight, hard to blog, impossible to picket. My middle daughter also starred in her school play this weekend... she was fabulous... so was the food at intermission. It's been a bust. And Russian mother in law is staying the week with us... feeding us. Non stop.
That's where I am. Vitamins, check... water... sort of ... exercise -- non existent... food eh...
Oh, I nearly forgot the trauma of the day.... No wonder my kids are dramatic, we never lack drama in our home. Anyway, last night at eleven pm, my daughter awoke me to the big news that she wasn't going to school the next day ( today) because of a weapons threat on campus. An eighth grader is threatening the school. She stayed home -- so did 90% of the school. The other 10% were home more or less after first period and after experiencing a "lockdown" in the gym. Now the headmaster writes that while the investigation is on going and the police presence will remain, there is no "credible" threat and the school will be open tomorrow. Hm... it was open today. My daughter works for the school paper. The older boys who were there today to investigate said the police believe the threat is real... which is why the continued presence... So do I send her back...? I believe so. Police are there, the school seems on top of the situation... still... that lingering doubt ... and the very loud doubt coming from my Russian mother in law... Russians are notoriously doom and gloom and my Russians aren't the exception. She can't stay home forever... In all likely hood it's some poor doomed kid who made idle threats in a fit of anger. He's probably never held a gun, much less has access to one and his life is about to go wildly off course. Still...
I have not been nearly grateful enough lately.
I am grateful for the safety of my children
I am grateful for the police and their good work
I am grateful for the school's excellent care
I am grateful that the threat was idle and meaningless
I am not afraid
My kids are safe!
Amen.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
word on the street
The word on the street is that the strike will be over smack in the middle of Feb. Just in time for the Oscars. Just in time to avert financial hardship and disaster. Yay. Of course everyone could be wrong. I don't even know who everyone is... but there does appear to be a consensus. I'll have to lose a lot of weight quickly and then immediately rename the diet again, because I'm not sure I can lose twenty in basically two and half weeks. Baby doesn't want me to blog. Must go. later.
Monday, January 28, 2008
home sick
Too sick to diet. Too sick to blog.
I am well
I am healthy
Thank you for being well and healthy soon.
I am well
I am healthy
Thank you for being well and healthy soon.
Friday, January 25, 2008
RAINED OUT
I'm sure the more radical, healthy and prepared among us are picketing in the rain. They must own raincoats and boots. I don't. I did take a short walk and take my vitamins. My friend Deedie wrote me a note after yesterday's post. One word. Courage. Yes! Courage. Onward. I must persevere, despite the chocolate frosting that once again found it's way into my diet and subways sandwich and slice of cake... Courage.
Surely I have enough strength to drink a little water. I'll do it right after this post. Right after I express my gratitude for my diet and my weight loss and my pants fitting and the rain so I don't have to water -- or picket. Right after all this, I'll drink at least one glass of that pure healthy liquid gold. And not another diet coke. No matter how much I crave it. Maybe water and then hot chocolate.... like as a small reward for the water. Hmmm. Courage.
Surely I have enough strength to drink a little water. I'll do it right after this post. Right after I express my gratitude for my diet and my weight loss and my pants fitting and the rain so I don't have to water -- or picket. Right after all this, I'll drink at least one glass of that pure healthy liquid gold. And not another diet coke. No matter how much I crave it. Maybe water and then hot chocolate.... like as a small reward for the water. Hmmm. Courage.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
the bionic diet
Here's the thing: The last few days I haven't blogged or had much success dieting..... "How?" you ask, "How can you not drink water and take vitamins, if this was any easier it wouldn't be a diet?". The problem I've realized is life. It keeps getting in my way. It's also, why I've never been too vain. I simply don't have time. I admire women who look fabulous every day, always wear clothes that are put together. Have on make up and have brushed their hair. I admire them, but I can't even get the hair brushed. I'm way behind the eight ball on this whole thing.
This week several things stopped me in my tracks. First the death of Heath Ledger. A terrible shock and I felt compelled to spend at least a couple hours when I could have been walking and taking vitamins, pouring over the news coverage. Very sad. Then my nanny ( the woman who's down to helping me two hours a day when I'm simultaneously picking up three kids from three different schools announced she had a better, high paying job and was leaving me. I was comatose most of the rest of the day. In fact, I still haven't fully recovered. I'm prone to long periods of extended, inexplainable weeping since hearing this. There were also several marital and writers crisis. Despite the strike, there is still room for mis understanding and heartache, when you're a husband and wife team. We haven't struck each other yet.
I have the theory that the bionic woman will never be a really huge hit show, at least not with women like me, because I hear a woman is bionic and I shrug. Most of the women I know are bionic. I've already done more physically between the hours of 6:15am and 9:3oam, than my husband will do all week. I wake, dress, feed and load three children in a car and drive them to three different schools, with all their bags and shoes and back packs and crisis. I've yelled and run and begged and jumped up and down and pleaded and and raced through the city streets. And I'm not alone. I have friends who are at least, if not way more, bionic than myself. Then we work at jobs, (even if only picketing) then we try to exercise, shower, and do it all again all night.. for the big shift... From 3 to more or less ten at night, I'm back as sole caretaker of a hungry, needy brood. I change diapers with a hand tied behind my back while doing two other things at the same time.
Now if the industry sees fit to remake another bionic man show... that might be interesting... What would a man do with the strength to lift his own pants off the floor and into the laundry basket. How might the world turn if man could drive, feed and care for his own off spring. What wonders would be fall the earth if while doing all this, a man also had a job, paid the bills, maintained friendships and drove... I don't know... a carpool? I await that show I can tell you.
meanwhile I can at least get in a couple affirmations
I am thin
I am grateful
I am happy
I have enough help
A cleaning lady will fall in my lap
everything will be alright and I'll take my damn vitamins tomorrow and at least one freaking swig of water!
This week several things stopped me in my tracks. First the death of Heath Ledger. A terrible shock and I felt compelled to spend at least a couple hours when I could have been walking and taking vitamins, pouring over the news coverage. Very sad. Then my nanny ( the woman who's down to helping me two hours a day when I'm simultaneously picking up three kids from three different schools announced she had a better, high paying job and was leaving me. I was comatose most of the rest of the day. In fact, I still haven't fully recovered. I'm prone to long periods of extended, inexplainable weeping since hearing this. There were also several marital and writers crisis. Despite the strike, there is still room for mis understanding and heartache, when you're a husband and wife team. We haven't struck each other yet.
I have the theory that the bionic woman will never be a really huge hit show, at least not with women like me, because I hear a woman is bionic and I shrug. Most of the women I know are bionic. I've already done more physically between the hours of 6:15am and 9:3oam, than my husband will do all week. I wake, dress, feed and load three children in a car and drive them to three different schools, with all their bags and shoes and back packs and crisis. I've yelled and run and begged and jumped up and down and pleaded and and raced through the city streets. And I'm not alone. I have friends who are at least, if not way more, bionic than myself. Then we work at jobs, (even if only picketing) then we try to exercise, shower, and do it all again all night.. for the big shift... From 3 to more or less ten at night, I'm back as sole caretaker of a hungry, needy brood. I change diapers with a hand tied behind my back while doing two other things at the same time.
Now if the industry sees fit to remake another bionic man show... that might be interesting... What would a man do with the strength to lift his own pants off the floor and into the laundry basket. How might the world turn if man could drive, feed and care for his own off spring. What wonders would be fall the earth if while doing all this, a man also had a job, paid the bills, maintained friendships and drove... I don't know... a carpool? I await that show I can tell you.
meanwhile I can at least get in a couple affirmations
I am thin
I am grateful
I am happy
I have enough help
A cleaning lady will fall in my lap
everything will be alright and I'll take my damn vitamins tomorrow and at least one freaking swig of water!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Nerves and the lottery
Okay, I have to admit I'm getting a tiny bit nervous. I'm actually purchasing tickets for this high school reunion and have not made a whole lot of progress... Surely, I'm healthier. Vitamins must do something, right? Surely I've enjoyed blogging... but take today for example. Completely forgot water and vitamins. Did manage a walk... I've got this new system of walking to the liquor store. It sounds a lot worse than it is. I go to purchase my diet coke for the day and a lottery ticket which is my sound, well thought out, strike plan.
I know I should walk for walkings sake, but I really do better with a destination. And there's nothing like a lottery ticket in your pocket to stimulate positive thinking and dream life. I can spend the whole way home thinking of all the good deeds I'll do for others -- naturally I have to take care of my family first.... Sure, there's the beach home and new kitchen and first class air fairs, but then I go right to good deeds for others.
So today after wrestling the weeping baby to pre-school, I ate the cereal, had some left over cake (the one with the frosting), then had a chicken shwarma pita thing, some chocolate, Chinese food dinner, wine and more chocolate. Probably over did a bit, but there were vegetables in the sandwich and the Chinese food, and of course banana in the cereal.
I also forgot the gratitude and positive thinking.. It should be so easy... thank you, thank you... An ALLIi commercial is playing right now... I could try ALLi but I've heard you have unpleasant accidents... And the whole "drugs" thing scare me thing.
Being positive is important... can't let the nerves get the best of me.
I will lose weight
I am losing weight
this is a great diet
I am getting thinner
I am grateful for my thinness
I am grateful for my diet
I am also grateful for the lottery
and thanks in advance for me winning the lottery and spreading my good will towards all.
I know I should walk for walkings sake, but I really do better with a destination. And there's nothing like a lottery ticket in your pocket to stimulate positive thinking and dream life. I can spend the whole way home thinking of all the good deeds I'll do for others -- naturally I have to take care of my family first.... Sure, there's the beach home and new kitchen and first class air fairs, but then I go right to good deeds for others.
So today after wrestling the weeping baby to pre-school, I ate the cereal, had some left over cake (the one with the frosting), then had a chicken shwarma pita thing, some chocolate, Chinese food dinner, wine and more chocolate. Probably over did a bit, but there were vegetables in the sandwich and the Chinese food, and of course banana in the cereal.
I also forgot the gratitude and positive thinking.. It should be so easy... thank you, thank you... An ALLIi commercial is playing right now... I could try ALLi but I've heard you have unpleasant accidents... And the whole "drugs" thing scare me thing.
Being positive is important... can't let the nerves get the best of me.
I will lose weight
I am losing weight
this is a great diet
I am getting thinner
I am grateful for my thinness
I am grateful for my diet
I am also grateful for the lottery
and thanks in advance for me winning the lottery and spreading my good will towards all.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Food log
Time to update my food intake. I'm doing this directly after eating a quarter can of chocolate frosting. With a spoon. My eldest had to bake a cake. I had to eat the frosting. Tragic. Breakfast was good cereal and even got in the half of grapefruit. Lunch was pathetic -- more or less the frosting. No walking... although I'm tired and sore, as if I walked. Maybe if I tell my body I walked, it will believe me. Hmmm
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Writer's Strike... Good News/ Bad News?
Like most people in this world, I'm confused. I'm confused about many things, but for the moment let's stick with the strike. I have no idea if the DGA sold us out or did us a huge favor. My agent and others seem optimistic. I'd like to trust that optimism.... and raise it by losing another pound. Haven't yet.
Easiest diet in the world and I've fallen off the wagon. Very little water... missed vitamins... no walks... I had an insane week involving a photo shoot that I had to put together and orchestrate. It was for an article I wrote about making movies with kids and involved five children, (three mine)... It was cold and windy and we were in Balboa park freezing and hungry... and suddenly I realized, models earn their money. The kicker however, was that at the end of the shoot, they wanted a bio shot of me. I had on no make-up... (I don't mean, just a little morning base or only mascara and lip gloss) I mean ZERO MAKE-UP had touched my skin. My thin hair looked fairly blown off my head and all I could do was smile. I was reminded of that moment of my diet and why I'm on it. Images of my chubby cheeks flashed before my eyes and then and there I remembered why I've got to stay on track.
Still that was three days ago and still haven't had a walk or drunk enough water. I'm two days recovering. Plus have sick baby home all week. It was also while I was on the photo shoot on Thurs. that my agent called with the big news about the DGA and their deal. He was brimming with excitement. I do hope he's right. Friday I collapsed. Sat. recovered from collapsing and tomorrow is a new beginning. I really have to concentrate because I want to lose that next two pounds.
I will lose two more pounds by Monday
Thank you for me losing two more pounds
I am grateful for my continuing weight loss
My how ever much more thinner I am
Monday is going to be a great day
Writers are going back to the table
We will make a great deal
Thanks for that great deal
Both the deal and weight loss really suit me!
amen.
Easiest diet in the world and I've fallen off the wagon. Very little water... missed vitamins... no walks... I had an insane week involving a photo shoot that I had to put together and orchestrate. It was for an article I wrote about making movies with kids and involved five children, (three mine)... It was cold and windy and we were in Balboa park freezing and hungry... and suddenly I realized, models earn their money. The kicker however, was that at the end of the shoot, they wanted a bio shot of me. I had on no make-up... (I don't mean, just a little morning base or only mascara and lip gloss) I mean ZERO MAKE-UP had touched my skin. My thin hair looked fairly blown off my head and all I could do was smile. I was reminded of that moment of my diet and why I'm on it. Images of my chubby cheeks flashed before my eyes and then and there I remembered why I've got to stay on track.
Still that was three days ago and still haven't had a walk or drunk enough water. I'm two days recovering. Plus have sick baby home all week. It was also while I was on the photo shoot on Thurs. that my agent called with the big news about the DGA and their deal. He was brimming with excitement. I do hope he's right. Friday I collapsed. Sat. recovered from collapsing and tomorrow is a new beginning. I really have to concentrate because I want to lose that next two pounds.
I will lose two more pounds by Monday
Thank you for me losing two more pounds
I am grateful for my continuing weight loss
My how ever much more thinner I am
Monday is going to be a great day
Writers are going back to the table
We will make a great deal
Thanks for that great deal
Both the deal and weight loss really suit me!
amen.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Writer's strike Warner Brothers
All along I really wanted to picket Warner Brothers the most. No huge reason, just a small series of slights over the years. Today's picket was hugely appealing to me, unfortunately, I didn't know it was coming when I made a series of non-refundable appointments that prevented me. As I am on strike without income, I can't afford mis steps financially, even for the sake of the cause and my brothers on the line. In fact, I consider it my moral duty to try and stay solvent, so those with greater need can take advantage of the strike fund etc...
Still, I was sorry to miss this picket. Instead, I completed several other duties. Voted for the WGA awards, read all my messages from the President and of course, dieted. I even weighed myself, but it wasn't one of my big successes. I appear to be stagnating. I must try harder to do the simple things on my list. Last week I had more off days than on. Forgetting all the water and vitamins and really not getting in the fruit.
I refuse to blame the milkshakes, the burgers, the chocolate or the pizza... My diet must work despite my sometimes questionable food choices. I'm also in the process of booking my flights for the high school reunion. This means I must be 100% serious now. I must lose at least one pound and sometimes two a week to make my goal. The pressure is on. People being fired at Warner Brothers... high school reunion coming... my stress level is high, with creates cortisol, which is not good for weight loss I'm told. Must reduce stress.
I am not stressed
I am not worried
I have infinite time, money and patience
I am calm
I am thin
I am succeeding
I am woman - hear me roar
I am grateful
I am a rock
I am an island
I am not Simon and Garfunkel
Still, I was sorry to miss this picket. Instead, I completed several other duties. Voted for the WGA awards, read all my messages from the President and of course, dieted. I even weighed myself, but it wasn't one of my big successes. I appear to be stagnating. I must try harder to do the simple things on my list. Last week I had more off days than on. Forgetting all the water and vitamins and really not getting in the fruit.
I refuse to blame the milkshakes, the burgers, the chocolate or the pizza... My diet must work despite my sometimes questionable food choices. I'm also in the process of booking my flights for the high school reunion. This means I must be 100% serious now. I must lose at least one pound and sometimes two a week to make my goal. The pressure is on. People being fired at Warner Brothers... high school reunion coming... my stress level is high, with creates cortisol, which is not good for weight loss I'm told. Must reduce stress.
I am not stressed
I am not worried
I have infinite time, money and patience
I am calm
I am thin
I am succeeding
I am woman - hear me roar
I am grateful
I am a rock
I am an island
I am not Simon and Garfunkel
Saturday, January 12, 2008
no strength
All day dealing with baby, baby, baby... no help... crying .... running around... driving kids.... filthy house... can't blog... can't diet... can't wait for sleep.... Bad day...
Friday, January 11, 2008
Writer's Strike and Diet Continue
The good start was followed by a sandwich, some chips and chocolate for lunch. A dinner of steak and mashed potatoes and salad and wine and chocolate.
Today there were lots of dried apricots and most of donut for breakfast. Lunch was bread and bananas and something I'm forgetting... hm... Anyway, dinner was an IN n'Out Burger , a few fries and small chocolate shake. I can somehow forget wine when there are milkshakes involved.
My neighbor thinks there is strife growing between TV writers and Screen writers... that all these individual deals that are being made -like with the Weinsteins and UTA- are nothing more than wavers that help screenwriters and not TV folk and that if they continue we're all screwed.
It was a depressing conversation. My neighbors are a young couple without years of saving behind them, expecting another child and the strike is throwing them into bad debt etc... And they have other friends who are firing nannies and having their kids drop out of pre-school because of the money crunch... It made my diet seem a bit dilitantish and trivial. I should be marching harder and yelling louder... except I'm not really sure it helps. What should help is that I turned on the TV the other night and every show on every major channel was a reality show. It made me want to gag... I about peed with happiness when I saw Big Shots come on at ten. A real show, with characters and dialogue. Didn't even care if it was good or not... Just happy to see a show. I think it was good... but still not sure if it's my desperation speaking or not...
The Universe cannot be happy about all reality all the time.
The Universe has got to be pissed at Warner Brothers (rumor has it they're about to fire a thousand people)
I am grateful for the end of this srike
I am grateful for my diet
I am grateful I lose weight so easily
I am grateful for In N'Out Burger and how it helps me lose weight
I am grateful for chocolate -- a great diet aid
I am grateful that TV and Screen writers live in peace and prevail as one.
Amen.
Today there were lots of dried apricots and most of donut for breakfast. Lunch was bread and bananas and something I'm forgetting... hm... Anyway, dinner was an IN n'Out Burger , a few fries and small chocolate shake. I can somehow forget wine when there are milkshakes involved.
My neighbor thinks there is strife growing between TV writers and Screen writers... that all these individual deals that are being made -like with the Weinsteins and UTA- are nothing more than wavers that help screenwriters and not TV folk and that if they continue we're all screwed.
It was a depressing conversation. My neighbors are a young couple without years of saving behind them, expecting another child and the strike is throwing them into bad debt etc... And they have other friends who are firing nannies and having their kids drop out of pre-school because of the money crunch... It made my diet seem a bit dilitantish and trivial. I should be marching harder and yelling louder... except I'm not really sure it helps. What should help is that I turned on the TV the other night and every show on every major channel was a reality show. It made me want to gag... I about peed with happiness when I saw Big Shots come on at ten. A real show, with characters and dialogue. Didn't even care if it was good or not... Just happy to see a show. I think it was good... but still not sure if it's my desperation speaking or not...
The Universe cannot be happy about all reality all the time.
The Universe has got to be pissed at Warner Brothers (rumor has it they're about to fire a thousand people)
I am grateful for the end of this srike
I am grateful for my diet
I am grateful I lose weight so easily
I am grateful for In N'Out Burger and how it helps me lose weight
I am grateful for chocolate -- a great diet aid
I am grateful that TV and Screen writers live in peace and prevail as one.
Amen.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The whole world diets
It's official. The entire planet is on a diet. There is not one magazine, one yahoo page, one book, one talk show, one man woman or child who is not reading or talking about diet. I knew that before, but not really. It was an intellectual sort of knowing. Now that I'm actually trying to do my own diet, my eyes hurt from seeing other diets everywhere I look. How do so many magazines get published all with the same article: "Lose ten pounds!" Sure in one magazine it's in a few weeks, the other is without hunger, the other lets you keep your energy, but they're all the same.
How freaking lucky are we, as a society, that we have so much food that we spend all our time and money trying to eat less of it. It's unbelievable really... How lucky are we, that we need four hundred magazines to tell us to walk twenty minutes a day. Think about it. We have so many cars, we have so little need for manual labor that we have to force ourselves to walk. My head is spinning. It occurs to me that all the presidential candidates are running on the wrong issues. If one of them stood up and said, "I know how we can all be thin" he, or she, would win in a landslide. I believe I heard Huckabee lost a hundred or so pounds. Advice Mr. Huckabee: Don't discuss any other issue. Just tell America over and over that you lost the weight and we can too. You're in, man.
It's one of those hell in handbasket days. I know longer believe there are red and blue states. I think there are over eaters and food nazis who are trying to stop over eating. The over eaters are those of us who like food and don't count calories and carbs. We don't read labels because we don't want to know. We enjoy food and will cover our ears when you tell us how they make a hot dog. Then there are the crazy ladies who want to outlaw candy and sodas. They're in a fierce battle against fast food restaurants and schools and anyone else they can accuse of serving fat or sugar. They believe deep down that food is the cause of all our problems... ( It's at least as evil as smoking) and they hope to change the world one Hostess yoyo at a time.
In theory I'll side with the fatties. It's more libertarian. Still I am trying to shake that weight. It would be nice to comfortably button my pants. I consider myself as trying to bridge the gap... create a way of eating that includes all fabulous foods but still considers health by adding in water and vitamins and yes... walking... it's a olive branch to both sides. I can be a healthy pig... I pray this works... If I simply gain weight or stay the exact same, I'll live to tell about it, but I'll grumpy at the reunion.
To that end:
yesterday's food: english muffin, egg, jam, tea... (forgot vitamins)
whole back of cheddar cheese popcorn
chicken pesto sandwich
beef stew, wine chocolate
Totally blew off fruit and regret that.
Today: cereal and banana... good start.. .vitamins... TBContinued!
Today I'm grateful that fatties and thinnies can all live together in peace
I'm grateful for my diet
I'm grateful for all the magazines filled with diets
I'm grateful for Joey's pre-school
I'm grateful he won't cry tomorrow, like every other day and make me feel like weeping with despair at leaving him in pre-school
I'm grateful Joey eats real food and not candy (which appears to be his preference)
I'm grateful for losing so much weight without any pain at all
I'm grateful the writer's strike is ending soon so my family can go back to our usual problems.
How freaking lucky are we, as a society, that we have so much food that we spend all our time and money trying to eat less of it. It's unbelievable really... How lucky are we, that we need four hundred magazines to tell us to walk twenty minutes a day. Think about it. We have so many cars, we have so little need for manual labor that we have to force ourselves to walk. My head is spinning. It occurs to me that all the presidential candidates are running on the wrong issues. If one of them stood up and said, "I know how we can all be thin" he, or she, would win in a landslide. I believe I heard Huckabee lost a hundred or so pounds. Advice Mr. Huckabee: Don't discuss any other issue. Just tell America over and over that you lost the weight and we can too. You're in, man.
It's one of those hell in handbasket days. I know longer believe there are red and blue states. I think there are over eaters and food nazis who are trying to stop over eating. The over eaters are those of us who like food and don't count calories and carbs. We don't read labels because we don't want to know. We enjoy food and will cover our ears when you tell us how they make a hot dog. Then there are the crazy ladies who want to outlaw candy and sodas. They're in a fierce battle against fast food restaurants and schools and anyone else they can accuse of serving fat or sugar. They believe deep down that food is the cause of all our problems... ( It's at least as evil as smoking) and they hope to change the world one Hostess yoyo at a time.
In theory I'll side with the fatties. It's more libertarian. Still I am trying to shake that weight. It would be nice to comfortably button my pants. I consider myself as trying to bridge the gap... create a way of eating that includes all fabulous foods but still considers health by adding in water and vitamins and yes... walking... it's a olive branch to both sides. I can be a healthy pig... I pray this works... If I simply gain weight or stay the exact same, I'll live to tell about it, but I'll grumpy at the reunion.
To that end:
yesterday's food: english muffin, egg, jam, tea... (forgot vitamins)
whole back of cheddar cheese popcorn
chicken pesto sandwich
beef stew, wine chocolate
Totally blew off fruit and regret that.
Today: cereal and banana... good start.. .vitamins... TBContinued!
Today I'm grateful that fatties and thinnies can all live together in peace
I'm grateful for my diet
I'm grateful for all the magazines filled with diets
I'm grateful for Joey's pre-school
I'm grateful he won't cry tomorrow, like every other day and make me feel like weeping with despair at leaving him in pre-school
I'm grateful Joey eats real food and not candy (which appears to be his preference)
I'm grateful for losing so much weight without any pain at all
I'm grateful the writer's strike is ending soon so my family can go back to our usual problems.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
DOG DAYS
Yesterday was a bad day… No water… only night time fiber vitamins… forgot morning multi and fish oil. My son did not want to go to his new pre-school and so I drove once… he cried, we came home. My husband put us both back in the car for round two and finally he stayed. By 11:00 am I was wiped out. No exercise… lousy food choices. Trips to the orthodontist, followed by volunteer crap at school number two, left me no time to picket, much less blog, much less regulate my food intake.
Here’s what happened:
Breakfast: half English muffin, a little egg… a glazed donut. Tall chai latte
Lunch.. A Subways roast beef sandwich, half bag chips, half chocolate bar
Snack: grapefruit
Dinner: salad, ranch dressing, spaghetti, meat sauce, wine, chocolate bar
Today was off to a better start. Remembered vitamins and two glasses of water. Cereal, banana and grapefruit. Joey went into the pre-school first try. There were tears shed, however I only made the drive once. I came home worked on magazine related projects as opposed to movie related projects then took a walk.
Lunch was a huge and yummy roast beef sandwich with gorganzola spread marmalade and roasted peppers on whole wheat. Plus chocolate.
Dinner I’m making chicken fajitas and rice.
My friend Jane imparted some diet wisdom on me this morning.
One: don’t eat after six pm…. Heard that before of course, but do think it’s true. I’ve never been a huge night time eater. I like dinner pretty early and dessert right away and then I’m pretty much done till morning. But it’s a good tip.
Then she told me about her son’s diet. The College Student Diet. Wake up at 1:30. Scratch your self, shower, wander… it’s 2:30. Eat cereal in front of TV (so it doesn’t count)…. Then eat only one meal. Dinner. Only dinner begins with a box of Triscuits and goat cheese. Then a full meal and then a trip to Pinkberry for a large… this takes more or less all night. Done – back to sleep. Lose weight.
I will say, I have heard a good night’s sleep helps one achieve perfect weight. Not sure I get a “good” nights sleep. But I do sleep at night…. Maybe even 8 hours on occasion. It counts for something.
Here’s what happened:
Breakfast: half English muffin, a little egg… a glazed donut. Tall chai latte
Lunch.. A Subways roast beef sandwich, half bag chips, half chocolate bar
Snack: grapefruit
Dinner: salad, ranch dressing, spaghetti, meat sauce, wine, chocolate bar
Today was off to a better start. Remembered vitamins and two glasses of water. Cereal, banana and grapefruit. Joey went into the pre-school first try. There were tears shed, however I only made the drive once. I came home worked on magazine related projects as opposed to movie related projects then took a walk.
Lunch was a huge and yummy roast beef sandwich with gorganzola spread marmalade and roasted peppers on whole wheat. Plus chocolate.
Dinner I’m making chicken fajitas and rice.
My friend Jane imparted some diet wisdom on me this morning.
One: don’t eat after six pm…. Heard that before of course, but do think it’s true. I’ve never been a huge night time eater. I like dinner pretty early and dessert right away and then I’m pretty much done till morning. But it’s a good tip.
Then she told me about her son’s diet. The College Student Diet. Wake up at 1:30. Scratch your self, shower, wander… it’s 2:30. Eat cereal in front of TV (so it doesn’t count)…. Then eat only one meal. Dinner. Only dinner begins with a box of Triscuits and goat cheese. Then a full meal and then a trip to Pinkberry for a large… this takes more or less all night. Done – back to sleep. Lose weight.
I will say, I have heard a good night’s sleep helps one achieve perfect weight. Not sure I get a “good” nights sleep. But I do sleep at night…. Maybe even 8 hours on occasion. It counts for something.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
LAZY SUNDAY
As it turns out, I may not be the only one with this brilliant idea for a diet. I was watching one of the PBS stations that’s always running fundraising campaigns with health related professionals telling you how to either, -- live longer, have better skin, lose weight, get rich or achieve a positive mental attitude, -- when I stumbled on a Doc I’d never seen before.
Had no time to watch his whole spiel, but did catch him saying the following: Drink water, drink green tea, exercise by walking, de- stress and get lots of sleep… and you’ll lose weight. He actually said, if a person simply substituted green tea for coffee, they’d lose ten pounds over the course of six weeks.
I don’t drink coffee, however, I have been adding green tea in place of my morning cup of English breakfast, and it might account for some of my missing four pounds. Hmm…
I actually might be a genius. He has a medical degree and facts and information… I’m just guessing, but several of our premises are very similar. However, he is not blogging – writing it all down – he’s not adding my vitamins, although maybe he is and I just didn’t stay tuned long enough – he says nothing about affirmations and gratitude…and he’s is not a writer on strike. So of course, my diet remains unique and if it’s a huge success, I will send him my tips with my donation to PBS. He already must be successful to be on PBS… so perhaps he’s not interested in my great wisdom and he may not appreciate that I invented this diet as a lazy, overweight striking writer without a degree or patients.
Today I have consumed the following:
Grapefruit, cereal, banana, bit of French toast
M&M’s plain, Entemmen’s pastry, havarti cheese, banana, hard candy
Turkey meatball, marinara sauce, pasta, red wine
More to come… I should say, lately M&M;s seem to be everywhere. My daughter had a sleepover after one of her thirty Bar/Bat Mitzvahs this year so the pastry and French toast were an inevitable result. I want to do a rant on Bar/bat Mitzvahs… but it’s so over the top and so exhausting to even think about, that I’ve even lost my will to rant. I’m having a tough year party wise. My oldest daughter is the year of “sweet sixteen” parties and my middle child the Bar Mitzvah year. Rock and a hard place --move over. It’s all so hideous. My sixteenth birthday, I bought three rolls of chocolate chip cookie dough and had two friends over and we each ate our own roll of cookies dough. It was fabulous. We laughed, we cried, we ate, we were happy. Now, kids are disappointed if they get a Saab instead of Beemer of their SUV isn’t the right kind of hybrid. I thought nothing could be worse than the extravagant indulgence of an over the top Bar Mtizvah, but an over the top sweet sixteen is worse, because there isn’t even a religious, or community, leg to stand on. It’s pure unbridled indulgence of a child – how can it not create monsters. If I had a bazillion dollars tomorrow, I pray I’d have the good sense not to turn my children into spoiled, lazy children who had obnoxious over the top parties.
I am grateful for being a bazillionaire
I am grateful for not letting my kids realize I’m a bazillionaire
I am grateful for my diet
I am grateful for being thin
World peace, amen.
Still raining... exercise tomorrow!
Had no time to watch his whole spiel, but did catch him saying the following: Drink water, drink green tea, exercise by walking, de- stress and get lots of sleep… and you’ll lose weight. He actually said, if a person simply substituted green tea for coffee, they’d lose ten pounds over the course of six weeks.
I don’t drink coffee, however, I have been adding green tea in place of my morning cup of English breakfast, and it might account for some of my missing four pounds. Hmm…
I actually might be a genius. He has a medical degree and facts and information… I’m just guessing, but several of our premises are very similar. However, he is not blogging – writing it all down – he’s not adding my vitamins, although maybe he is and I just didn’t stay tuned long enough – he says nothing about affirmations and gratitude…and he’s is not a writer on strike. So of course, my diet remains unique and if it’s a huge success, I will send him my tips with my donation to PBS. He already must be successful to be on PBS… so perhaps he’s not interested in my great wisdom and he may not appreciate that I invented this diet as a lazy, overweight striking writer without a degree or patients.
Today I have consumed the following:
Grapefruit, cereal, banana, bit of French toast
M&M’s plain, Entemmen’s pastry, havarti cheese, banana, hard candy
Turkey meatball, marinara sauce, pasta, red wine
More to come… I should say, lately M&M;s seem to be everywhere. My daughter had a sleepover after one of her thirty Bar/Bat Mitzvahs this year so the pastry and French toast were an inevitable result. I want to do a rant on Bar/bat Mitzvahs… but it’s so over the top and so exhausting to even think about, that I’ve even lost my will to rant. I’m having a tough year party wise. My oldest daughter is the year of “sweet sixteen” parties and my middle child the Bar Mitzvah year. Rock and a hard place --move over. It’s all so hideous. My sixteenth birthday, I bought three rolls of chocolate chip cookie dough and had two friends over and we each ate our own roll of cookies dough. It was fabulous. We laughed, we cried, we ate, we were happy. Now, kids are disappointed if they get a Saab instead of Beemer of their SUV isn’t the right kind of hybrid. I thought nothing could be worse than the extravagant indulgence of an over the top Bar Mtizvah, but an over the top sweet sixteen is worse, because there isn’t even a religious, or community, leg to stand on. It’s pure unbridled indulgence of a child – how can it not create monsters. If I had a bazillion dollars tomorrow, I pray I’d have the good sense not to turn my children into spoiled, lazy children who had obnoxious over the top parties.
I am grateful for being a bazillionaire
I am grateful for not letting my kids realize I’m a bazillionaire
I am grateful for my diet
I am grateful for being thin
World peace, amen.
Still raining... exercise tomorrow!
Saturday, January 5, 2008
TWO MORE POUNDS! SUCCESS!
Knock me over with a feather, I lost two more pounds! I am now definitely in the solid 150s -- 158 from what I can squint and see. I am doing a jig actually. Ha, to the nay sayers! Ha Ha! Boo hiss to the Master Cleanse diet-- which I read about this morning on Yahoo and made me want to wretch. The thought of no food is horrible, especially, when my glorious zero deprivation diet is working. Slowly, I’ll grant you… but still -- four pounds and with the Baskin and Robbins chocolate chip ice cream I had for dessert last night after roast beef, rice, salad and red wine dinner. Yipppee…. And only ten minutes of exercise because of rain.
Imagine what’s possible if I actually figure out how to walk a full thirty minutes a day as recommended by…. Well, by everyone! I really might succeed! I will succeed! Think when we go back to actually walking the lines… I’ll up my movement significantly…
I am grateful for losing weight easily on the Must Have/ Writer’s Strike diet!
You know, I really think the grapefruit helps. I don’t take anything away from breakfast, still have my cereal and sometimes toast etc… but I think adding the grapefruit and trying for that second fruit later, really does do something…. If I ever got up to three fruits a day… wow. The moon, baby!
Allow me to recap yesterday’s food.
Breakfast: cereal with bananas ( two small bowls…) tea, vitamins… Grapefruit…
Snack: A hard candy. Real tea with milk. Then at about 11:00 a chocolate chip bagel.
Lunch: A half an egg bagel with banana and two chocolate chip cookies
Snack: Some Jamba Juice ( sips of my daughter’s)… a couple handfuls of peanut m&ms (free at doctor’s office) and a small piece of fried chicken as a snack while waiting for dinner.
Dinner: Roast beef, rice, salad and red wine dinner ( 2 glasses) and small ice cream cup.
Come to think of it – not my best day… however, I did get two fruits… banana and grapefruit… Salad was my vegetable (tomato, onion and lettuce) – fiber in cereal… and I think I got at least four glasses of water down, all vitamins and tea.
I must not criticize my own brilliant plan.
This diet is working
Weight is falling off
I will be thin and not a puffy pig
Yippee
I am grateful in advance for all these things, my children and world peace
Imagine what’s possible if I actually figure out how to walk a full thirty minutes a day as recommended by…. Well, by everyone! I really might succeed! I will succeed! Think when we go back to actually walking the lines… I’ll up my movement significantly…
I am grateful for losing weight easily on the Must Have/ Writer’s Strike diet!
You know, I really think the grapefruit helps. I don’t take anything away from breakfast, still have my cereal and sometimes toast etc… but I think adding the grapefruit and trying for that second fruit later, really does do something…. If I ever got up to three fruits a day… wow. The moon, baby!
Allow me to recap yesterday’s food.
Breakfast: cereal with bananas ( two small bowls…) tea, vitamins… Grapefruit…
Snack: A hard candy. Real tea with milk. Then at about 11:00 a chocolate chip bagel.
Lunch: A half an egg bagel with banana and two chocolate chip cookies
Snack: Some Jamba Juice ( sips of my daughter’s)… a couple handfuls of peanut m&ms (free at doctor’s office) and a small piece of fried chicken as a snack while waiting for dinner.
Dinner: Roast beef, rice, salad and red wine dinner ( 2 glasses) and small ice cream cup.
Come to think of it – not my best day… however, I did get two fruits… banana and grapefruit… Salad was my vegetable (tomato, onion and lettuce) – fiber in cereal… and I think I got at least four glasses of water down, all vitamins and tea.
I must not criticize my own brilliant plan.
This diet is working
Weight is falling off
I will be thin and not a puffy pig
Yippee
I am grateful in advance for all these things, my children and world peace
Friday, January 4, 2008
Yesterday’s food
Breakfast: raisin bran (organic) milk, banana, half a grapefruit, tea – a little jam
Snack: pita chips
Lunch: subways... another diet – 6inch roast beef with everything, half bag chips and diet coke…
Dinner: Two small slices of pizza, a few bites of quesadilla and one glass wine.
However… forgot fiber pills and last water and tea….
Snack: pita chips
Lunch: subways... another diet – 6inch roast beef with everything, half bag chips and diet coke…
Dinner: Two small slices of pizza, a few bites of quesadilla and one glass wine.
However… forgot fiber pills and last water and tea….
Internet Diet Tips
It’s not just the TV… Every time I turn on my computer there is a new diet or diet advice. My Yahoo home page seems to be chasing me down with information. One really caught my eye today… Can you lose weight by cleaning up your house?
Hm… I have messes in my home… perhaps this is another part of the equation? With the strike still on, perhaps I could spend an hour a day cleaning out garage… or closets… or shelves… or bedroom. Hm…
The yahoo article quoted a doctor who instructs patients trying to lose weight to create one clean and uncluttered place in their home. She told about a patient whose garage was “a solid cube of clutter.” The woman cleaned up her home and lost about 50 pounds. Genius!
I could add cleaning up to my diet. It involves no deprivation except for my time, so it kind of fits in with my overall laconic approach to weight loss…. Ie… willing to do anything as long as it doesn’t involve being deprived of food.
It’s raining today… Exercise went down the river so to speak. I just couldn’t face the elements… perhaps some floor work this evening to make up for it.
I’m grateful for the rain because I don’t have to water the grass of fill the pool
I’m grateful for being thin
I’m grateful for being rich
I’m grateful that when I weight myself tomorrow for the first time in a dog’s age, I will have lost more weight!
Hm… I have messes in my home… perhaps this is another part of the equation? With the strike still on, perhaps I could spend an hour a day cleaning out garage… or closets… or shelves… or bedroom. Hm…
The yahoo article quoted a doctor who instructs patients trying to lose weight to create one clean and uncluttered place in their home. She told about a patient whose garage was “a solid cube of clutter.” The woman cleaned up her home and lost about 50 pounds. Genius!
I could add cleaning up to my diet. It involves no deprivation except for my time, so it kind of fits in with my overall laconic approach to weight loss…. Ie… willing to do anything as long as it doesn’t involve being deprived of food.
It’s raining today… Exercise went down the river so to speak. I just couldn’t face the elements… perhaps some floor work this evening to make up for it.
I’m grateful for the rain because I don’t have to water the grass of fill the pool
I’m grateful for being thin
I’m grateful for being rich
I’m grateful that when I weight myself tomorrow for the first time in a dog’s age, I will have lost more weight!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
BOO LENO
Boo Jay Leno... Why Benedict, why? Since he wrote his own jokes, shouldn't he be striking himself? It was disheartening to see him on air writerless. It did not give me a warm fuzzy feeling. And yet, even that was fine compared to seeing myself on TV.
I had participated in a Home and Garden makeover show. They re-did my office on their dime and all I had to do was be on TV. I will say, it was a classy show, they didn't make me look stupid and they left me with a gorgeous office. I loved the shoot, the cast and crew and producers were fabulous and it was a fun two days. NO Complaints. But seeing myself on film, reminded me of the importance of my diet. I'm a puffy pig. And quite frankly I'm also twenty years older than I think I am. When the hell did that happen? I think part of my problem is that I delude myself into thinking I'm more attractive than I am... and it's not that I thought I was all that attractive to begin with, but I did not know I'd become a puffy pig.. In fact, I'm thinking I better look to lose 25-30 lbs.
Twenty just may not solve the problem. I'm also partially bald and have a flat face with grey skin and a hidious voice. Thank God my daughters were cute. They left my son and husband out of the show altogether. My husband opted not to be shot, so we just neglected to say how I had children. I'm neither divorced, widowed or single. It's just immaculate. My son was under two when they shot the show and everyone agreed it wasn't worth it. So he's just not there... aw, the magic of TV.
Speaking of TV, ever since I've been on my non diet, diet -- every commercial on television is for a diet. I have a lot of competition. Jenny Craig, Nutrisystem, Weight Watchers, Slim Fast, Lindora, ALI... the air waves are one giant diet ad. I almost don't see anything else advertised. And when my children see these ads, they love to say, "Try that one!" they have no faith in my diet. Abby and her friend Zach have proclaimed my diet a failure despite my two pound loss. You can see what I'm up against. Very hard to stay positive in this environment.
Oh... and did I mention that these diets all sound cheap. $11 dollars a day. But call them and somehow it's five hundred dollars to get started.
My diet is free. I take that back. Vitamins aren't cheap. Neither are cookies and red wine. Eating isn't cheap period. Still it all blends into my food bill allowing me to be deluded that it's free. Delusion seems to be a big part of my life. That, and no long term memory. These are the things that keep me going.
Thank you Universe for my delusions.
I had participated in a Home and Garden makeover show. They re-did my office on their dime and all I had to do was be on TV. I will say, it was a classy show, they didn't make me look stupid and they left me with a gorgeous office. I loved the shoot, the cast and crew and producers were fabulous and it was a fun two days. NO Complaints. But seeing myself on film, reminded me of the importance of my diet. I'm a puffy pig. And quite frankly I'm also twenty years older than I think I am. When the hell did that happen? I think part of my problem is that I delude myself into thinking I'm more attractive than I am... and it's not that I thought I was all that attractive to begin with, but I did not know I'd become a puffy pig.. In fact, I'm thinking I better look to lose 25-30 lbs.
Twenty just may not solve the problem. I'm also partially bald and have a flat face with grey skin and a hidious voice. Thank God my daughters were cute. They left my son and husband out of the show altogether. My husband opted not to be shot, so we just neglected to say how I had children. I'm neither divorced, widowed or single. It's just immaculate. My son was under two when they shot the show and everyone agreed it wasn't worth it. So he's just not there... aw, the magic of TV.
Speaking of TV, ever since I've been on my non diet, diet -- every commercial on television is for a diet. I have a lot of competition. Jenny Craig, Nutrisystem, Weight Watchers, Slim Fast, Lindora, ALI... the air waves are one giant diet ad. I almost don't see anything else advertised. And when my children see these ads, they love to say, "Try that one!" they have no faith in my diet. Abby and her friend Zach have proclaimed my diet a failure despite my two pound loss. You can see what I'm up against. Very hard to stay positive in this environment.
Oh... and did I mention that these diets all sound cheap. $11 dollars a day. But call them and somehow it's five hundred dollars to get started.
My diet is free. I take that back. Vitamins aren't cheap. Neither are cookies and red wine. Eating isn't cheap period. Still it all blends into my food bill allowing me to be deluded that it's free. Delusion seems to be a big part of my life. That, and no long term memory. These are the things that keep me going.
Thank you Universe for my delusions.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
JANUARY SECOND… A NEW YEAR, A NEW LEASE
In the spirit of my resolutions, I went out and bought new multi vitamins and fiber pills. I also drank some water… Think I’m at two glasses… and walked a half an hour! Bravo! On top of that I ate one half of a grapefruit and bits of other fruit as well… melons etc.
I had cereal for breakfast, my wu long tea and am generally at the top of my game, minus some chips and three cookies!
Joey survived first day of pre-school. I survived first day of diet in the new year… provided I don’t screw up dinner…
Everything looks good except for the strike. All rumors are dire. It won’t settle til summer, the writer’s won’t prevail.. blah, blah… Clearly no one I speak to has read the secret, or adopted my positive attitude.
We should all be saying…. Thank you for our fabulous deal
Thank you for a swift end to this strike
Thank you producers for being reasonable and not idiotic
Thank you America for standing firmly behind the writers
And now for gratitude.
I’m grateful for being soooo thin.
I’m grateful for being soooo successful as both a dieter and writer
I’m grateful to the producers for ending the strike and giving the writers a fair deal
I’m grateful to be back at work and hearing everyone say, “Did you lose weight?”
I had cereal for breakfast, my wu long tea and am generally at the top of my game, minus some chips and three cookies!
Joey survived first day of pre-school. I survived first day of diet in the new year… provided I don’t screw up dinner…
Everything looks good except for the strike. All rumors are dire. It won’t settle til summer, the writer’s won’t prevail.. blah, blah… Clearly no one I speak to has read the secret, or adopted my positive attitude.
We should all be saying…. Thank you for our fabulous deal
Thank you for a swift end to this strike
Thank you producers for being reasonable and not idiotic
Thank you America for standing firmly behind the writers
And now for gratitude.
I’m grateful for being soooo thin.
I’m grateful for being soooo successful as both a dieter and writer
I’m grateful to the producers for ending the strike and giving the writers a fair deal
I’m grateful to be back at work and hearing everyone say, “Did you lose weight?”
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Week Three Tuesday - New Years Day
You’d think that a diet with zero deprivation and only a few easy add-ons would be pretty hard to break. However, I have managed to get of track on the easiest diet in the world. Thank God it’s New Years Day and time for resolutions.
(FYI --off track in my case means… I ran out of the vitamins and didn’t manage the four glasses of water. I only did the tea once a day instead of twice and completely failed to eat one fruit the last couple days, much less two. And I completely failed at gratitude and visualization)
So…. My New Year’s Resolutions
I resolve to stick to the Must Have, Writer’s Strike, High School Reunion Diet! ( I resolve to choose a name for said diet)
I resolve to buy more vitamins
I resolve to drink four or more glasses of water a day
I resolve to eat two fruits a day
I resolve to try my other tricks like celery and grapefruit
I resolve to buy grapefruit
I resolve to walk at least twenty minutes a day
I resolve to be grateful in advance for my thin fabulous figure
I resolve to visualize my goal at least once a day
I resolve to not lose my blogs
I resolve to make two million dollars next year (a nice number, not too greedy but solves a lot of problems)
I resolve to see an early end to writer’s strike (in our favor)
I resolve to be a better mother
I resolve to diaper train Joey (youngest child) and see him happily in pre-school
I resolve to see Abby (oldest child) get her license
I resolve to help Elana (middle child) make decisions
I resolve to have a way better marriage
I resolve to send out New Years Cards
I resolve to be a more relaxed person
I resolve to get some decent clothes for my new figure
I resolve to be kind, helpful and decent
I resolve to help bring about world peace
It would be selfish to ask the Universe for two million dollars and not world peace….
Also, I’m sure there are those that think one million would suffice. They don’t live in LA. First of all, you have to think taxes. To actually get a million, you have to earn two million. Plus, In LA one million just helps you out of debt on the small track house you live in. What the government leaves you on that extra million can be that luxury you’ve always wanted like dinner and movie.
I think BIG. Except, of course, regarding my body. Think small.
So far today I have had an English Muffin with a wee bit of butter and jam and a little bit of my son’s whole fat yogurt, the tea, the water and three slices of a mandarine orange.
Lunch was largely popcorn. Three varieties, with a little cheese, some crackers and a piece of French toast and OJ. Hard to imagine how that all happened but true. Oh! Forgot the apple!
Dinner... Chicken poblano and rice with tortilla chips and red wine.
still no vitamins... tomorrow I promise...
(FYI --off track in my case means… I ran out of the vitamins and didn’t manage the four glasses of water. I only did the tea once a day instead of twice and completely failed to eat one fruit the last couple days, much less two. And I completely failed at gratitude and visualization)
So…. My New Year’s Resolutions
I resolve to stick to the Must Have, Writer’s Strike, High School Reunion Diet! ( I resolve to choose a name for said diet)
I resolve to buy more vitamins
I resolve to drink four or more glasses of water a day
I resolve to eat two fruits a day
I resolve to try my other tricks like celery and grapefruit
I resolve to buy grapefruit
I resolve to walk at least twenty minutes a day
I resolve to be grateful in advance for my thin fabulous figure
I resolve to visualize my goal at least once a day
I resolve to not lose my blogs
I resolve to make two million dollars next year (a nice number, not too greedy but solves a lot of problems)
I resolve to see an early end to writer’s strike (in our favor)
I resolve to be a better mother
I resolve to diaper train Joey (youngest child) and see him happily in pre-school
I resolve to see Abby (oldest child) get her license
I resolve to help Elana (middle child) make decisions
I resolve to have a way better marriage
I resolve to send out New Years Cards
I resolve to be a more relaxed person
I resolve to get some decent clothes for my new figure
I resolve to be kind, helpful and decent
I resolve to help bring about world peace
It would be selfish to ask the Universe for two million dollars and not world peace….
Also, I’m sure there are those that think one million would suffice. They don’t live in LA. First of all, you have to think taxes. To actually get a million, you have to earn two million. Plus, In LA one million just helps you out of debt on the small track house you live in. What the government leaves you on that extra million can be that luxury you’ve always wanted like dinner and movie.
I think BIG. Except, of course, regarding my body. Think small.
So far today I have had an English Muffin with a wee bit of butter and jam and a little bit of my son’s whole fat yogurt, the tea, the water and three slices of a mandarine orange.
Lunch was largely popcorn. Three varieties, with a little cheese, some crackers and a piece of French toast and OJ. Hard to imagine how that all happened but true. Oh! Forgot the apple!
Dinner... Chicken poblano and rice with tortilla chips and red wine.
still no vitamins... tomorrow I promise...
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