Trying to Diet July 8, 2008

Email I wrote to BigSis about how I diet:

http://www.zonediet.com/EATING/QuickStartGuide/tabid/108/Default.aspx
http://www.zonediet.com/EATING/QuickStartGuide/tabid/108/Default.aspx
the zone worked for my cousin in cali, but he’s very athletic
I just like that they have very specific portion amounts
based on my cousin’s advice, you should need 9 “blocks” per day
http://www.nehalpatel.net/blog/2008/03/27/zone/
the portions on the list refer to the portion required of 1 “block” = 1 portion of carb, 1 portion of protein, 1 portion of fat
 
http://www.mypyramid.gov/
read every single page on this site
 
especially
http://www.mypyramid.gov/mypyramid/index.aspx create your own pyramid
http://www.mypyramid.gov/pyramid/index.html read about each group, click learn more and read EVERYTHING
I have not used the tracker or menu planner yet

what I did was create my own pyramid, it suggests how many servings in each group, then I looked at the detailed info about each group and listed out what I would eat specifically.  especially for the vegetables, it breaks it down into the subgroups, and tells you how many you need from each subgroup each week, which helps towards variety.
 
read the south beach diet book, it really make sense
http://www.southbeachdiet.com/index3.asp
you can get the free trial, print off all the “foods to enjoy/foods to avoid” list for each phase and then cancel
basically 2-3 weeks cleansing your system before going on the full diet
 
I go by the mantra “low fat, low salt, low sugar” and apply it to all my food decisions
 
carb=sugar, all carbs are sugar

Winter Dreams July 1, 2008

He had thought that having nothing else to lose he was invulnerable at last–but he knew that he had just lost something more, as surely as if he had married Judy Jones and seen her fade away before his eyes.

The dream was gone. Something had been taken from him. In a sort of panic he pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes and tried to bring up a picture of the waters lapping on Sherry Island and the moonlit veranda, and gingham on the golf-links and the dry sun and the gold color of her neck’s soft down. And her mouth damp to his kisses and her eyes plaintive with melancholy and her freshness like new fine linen in the morning. Why, these things were no longer in the world! They had existed and they existed no longer.

For the first time in years the tears were streaming down his face. But they were for himself now. He did not care about mouth and eyes and moving hands. He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back any more. The gates were closed, the sun was gone down, and there was no beauty but the gray beauty of steel that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne was left behind in the country of illusion, of youth, of the richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished.

“Long ago,” he said, “long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.”

 

 

 

Winter Dreams