Do Alcoholics Earn Drunken Binges?

“I’ve been drug-free for the past ninety days! I have done extremely well, so, to celebrate, this weekend I’m going to stay with some friends and do a few lines of cocaine. I figure I’ve earned it.”

Does that make sense? Of course not. Yet, how many of us do the same thing to ourselves when it comes to sugar or carb-heavy meals?

Am I the only one seeing the damaging cycle we inflict on ourselves when we say these same types of things, only replacing the word “cocaine” with “all-you-can-eat buffets” or “birthday cake” or “cinnamon rolls”?

I remember once when the trainer on Fit to Fat to Fit told his client that the sugar in his cabinet was worse than crack cocaine. While that may sound completely ludicrous to someone who doesn’t struggle with sugar addiction, I get it. I totally get it, and, once you slip up, it’s hard to keep your mind from returning to the scene of the crime. Cave in just once to those caramel coconut stacks in Dollar General and you’ll find your mind wandering there again. Trust me on this one. And, if you’re like me, you can’t make one bag last a week: you’ll keep after them until they’re gone. Just one after another. Then you feel sick.  Oh, not physically sick–unless you’re one of the lucky few whose body won’t tolerate such nonsense– but emotionally sick that you’re such a pathetic, out-of-control, spineless wimp and that sugar has beaten you once again.

It’s better to gain steam and congratulate yourself with pats on the back along the way than to cave in and make half-hearted promises to yourself that you’ll do better “next time.” Four days later you realize that “next time” apparently hasn’t rolled around, yet, because you’re not doing better: you’re still struggling. That’s the kind of beast that sugar is. It takes no prisoners. Just like Satan, sugar is a roaring lion seeking whom it may devour. At least that’s how it feels.

The last time I was on the treadmill, I had to baby it along to keep my speed up. By “baby it along,” I mean that I had to use Fred-Flintstone power to get it to go. The motor really must be on its last leg. And, of course, I use that as an excuse not to do my treadmill.

On one episode of Extreme Weight Loss, Chris Powell had his client use only their own strength to move the belt on the treadmill. That would be torture. I watch these people and it makes my stomach sink to know that I don’t have that kind of fortitude. Even on my best days when I was walking four or five miles, I could not do the things he has his clients doing on that show. I tell myself it’s because I’m obviously older than the clients I’ve seen, but, truth be told, I don’t think I could have done it back when I was thirty, either–or maybe I just didn’t want it bad enough. Does anyone know what kind of magic formula would get me to that place where I want it bad enough?

I walked Chelsea to work this morning. It had been a long time since I took a trip to town on foot, but it didn’t deplete me nearly as much as I thought it would.

Halfway down my street, on the way home, I saw a lady walking behind me with her MP3 player, and she turned into the circular drive of First Baptist Church. I kept walking, but then stopped under a tree to catch some shade (and my breath). I resumed walking, but thought I heard the crunch of small gravel behind me. Suddenly it took me back to when I was well over 300 pounds and walking around the walking track, being passed up by other walkers left and right because I was too heavy to walk at a normal pace, and trying not to breathe hard because I didn’t want anyone to hear my pitiful out-of-shape breathing.

I picked up my pace because I refused to be passed by another walker. I walked just as quickly as I could, reminding myself that at one time 3.3 miles per hour was nothing to me. I continued to walk at a good clip until I reached our backyard, and then I turned to find there was no one behind me after all. Oh, well. At least I got home faster.

Yesterday was the last day of school until summer school starts on June 6. That means I have no excuse not to walk everyday and no excuse not to write everyday. I know I’ve been slacking on both.

I woke up early this morning, before six a.m., to take a shower and fix my breakfast because my plans were to take Chelsea to the emergency room to have a Foley catheter replaced. She had seen a urologist on Tuesday and had a new one put in. Everything was fine yesterday morning when she woke up, but, at some point during the day, something went awry because her mattress protector that we put on her wheelchair cushion was completely soaked, along with her skirt, etc.

This was not good. Something had to be done, but we didn’t think we could get her in to see the urologist again on short notice. Yet, she couldn’t spend her day being constantly wet, either. What she doesn’t need is a skin breakdown or wetness and bacteria in her wound. We decided last night when she went to bed that we’d head to the emergency room bright and early this morning. The earlier the better.

I went into her room to get her up at about seven, only to find that she had about 300 c.c.s in her bag. Now we’re confused. Is it getting kinked somehow?  Apparently it worked fine while she slept. The mattress pad was completely dry.

She decided to go on to work and that if she had problems during the day we could always go to the ER later.

She’s wondering if the catheter she has now is a softer tube than the last one she had and if maybe it’s easier to get it kinked in a fold of skin or by her pad or cushion or something. I can’t see that it is kinked when she raises up, but who knows? We’ll have to wait and see how the rest of the day goes.

I’m having so much fun selling (and wearing!) my Paparazzi jewelry! I have another Facebook party tomorrow night! This hostess is my first from Illinois so she wins another free piece of jewelry for that! I’ve got this little challenge set up for myself to get one hostess from each of the fifty states before the year is up, and I started as an independent consultant on March 4.

Illinois added to party map

Paparazzi is helping me with my food cravings at night. When I have Facebook parties, I am busy, busy, busy and certainly have no time to think about what I could be or want to be eating.

Everyone needs to find a passion or hobby that keeps her hand out of the proverbial Doritos bag, whether it’s a book club or crocheting or knitting or even a gym membership or walking club. You know the old saying: “Idol hands are the devil’s workshop.”

To keep sugar off the brain, fill your brain with something else! Keep Skinny Chocolate in your freezer and Coconut Crack bars in your fridge for emergencies. Remind yourself that you’re just a few minutes away from a healthful sweet treat in the form of a cinnamon roll in a mug or a chocolate muffin in a mug. Do what it takes to satisfy your sweet tooth with appropriate THM sweet snacks, and there are a bunch of them on Pinterest.

I have to show you what I’m wearing today!  This is my new Paparazzi photo of the day 2Paparazzi necklace and matching earrings!  Each Paparazzi necklace comes with a simple set of matching earrings, but sometimes Paparazzi releases another set that is more elaborate that also matches the necklace. I have a lot of this color in my closet, so buying these was a no-brainer for me! (*Post edit: We ended up having to go to the emergency room after all to get Chelsea’s catheter issue resolved, and it actually fell out in the parking lot as she was getting into her chair!  So glad we went. If we hadn’t, it may have fallen out as she was getting into bed tonight! The photo on the left is me in the emergency room, wearing my new Paparazzi jewelry, shown also in the photo below!)

Chuck and the kids gave me another Ross gift card for Mother’s Day. Now that I’ve lost weight, shopping is so much fun, and accessorizing is a delight!The 8th Wonder collage

In case you want to find a nice five-dollar item to go with a special something you have hanging in your closet, be sure to check out my Facebook party tomorrow night.  Here is the link:  Wendy’s Wacky $5 Bling Party!

Here’s my Trim Healthy Mama affiliate link in case you’re running low on supplies to keep you trim and healthy:  Thank you so, so much for using my link! It has been a huge blessing to me and my family!

While I’m handing out links, here’s the link to my Facebook jewelry group!  Haha.  It’s Dirinda’s Dazzling $5 Jewelry #45109 (“45109” is my consultant number for the Paparazzi website!).

I had an early breakfast of Baked Blueberry Oatmeal, so that means it’s almost time for lunch! I think I’m having the grilled chicken ranch salad from McDonald’s and possibly a peanut butter cheesecake shake!

So far, so good today! I’ve been 100% on-plan and I got my walking in.  I drank a Mason jar full of unsweetened oolong tea. I generally take two cinnamon capsules everyday, and I was thinking this morning about getting some cayenne pepper capsules. It seems to me that one of my readers had mentioned her husband taking those.  I’m too lazy to think about making more Shrinker, plus I kind of like the idea of drinking the straight oolong without any sweetener, extracts or almond milk. Does anyone know if I can find cayenne pepper capsules in Super Center?

The Food Expander

I don’t know if Hungry Girl comes on, anymore, because it has been at least a few months since I’ve seen it. One thing I remember about that show is how on one episode she called mushrooms a “food expander,” meaning you can use them liberally to put more food on your plate without putting more calories in your belly.

I sat down to write this entry with a generous sized pizza on a Santa Fe low-carb wrap. Five carbs. That’s all this pizza “crust” has in it.

I browned it and took the floppiness out by putting it in a 425-degree preheated oven for three minutes on each side. Then I spread a small amount of pizza sauce all over the surface with a spoon, added a genDSCF3307erous handful of browned and thoroughly rinsed and drained hamburger that I keep in a ziplock in the fridge, enough mozzarella to cover everything, some colorful, diced red and green peppers and onion, half a can of food expander (oops, I mean, mushrooms) and a sprinkle of cheddar cheese just to pretty up the end result.

This pizza works just as well with pesto sauce, but I had a tiny bit of pizza sauce in a jar in the fridge and wanted to use it up.

Can you have too much pizza sauce?  Absolutely. Can you have too much cheese?  Yes, if you want to lose weight, you have to watch how much cheese you consume.  Hamburger?  Um, I’m not really sure about this one, but I know you can’t have too much mushrooms (or peppers and onions, too, for that matter), so I pile them on.

“Mushrooms are low in calories, fat-free, cholesterol-free, gluten-free, and very low in sodium, yet they provide important nutrients, including selenium, potassium (8%), riboflavin, niacin, vitamin D and more.”

A nice article about the nutritional benefits of mushrooms can be found here:

It’s a rainy day here, and that hot pizza was just what the doctor ordered for lunch!  That and a whole pot of coffee.  Yes, I drank a whole pot of coffee by myself since this morning. Suzanne Somers would cluck her tongue at me since she considers coffee to be a “funky food,” but it has zero calories (when you drink it black) and I’ve been dragging lately so I really needed that pick-me-up.

So now I’m wired. I feel like I could leap tall buildings in a single bound. I skipped up the steps to the post office this morning and up the front steps to our house a few times today, too.

Chelsea had a doctor’s appointment to get a refill on pain meds. She can’t take Tylenol or any kind of nsaids because they hinder wound healing, so she has to take something else.

Her appointment was for 10:20, but, when she got there, they told her they didn’t have her down until 12:20. Since the office is filled with nurse practioners, her doctor was the only one who could prescribe her medication, so getting in to see someone else would have been pointless.

She initially decided to wait in the lobby and maybe they could get her in sooner, but then she thought better of it.

“It may have been all in my mind,” she said, “but the longer I sat there the sorer my throat became. Then I thought to myself, ‘I can’t do this. There are sick people here! I shouldn’t be around them.'”  Plus, she said it wasn’t doing any good to sit there and glare at the receptionist, who may or may not have been the one who messed up her appointment time. Chelsea added, “I may at some point make that same mistake at the salon, and I wouldn’t like someone sitting and glaring at me while they wait for their appointment!” So she came back home in her power chair. To her advantage, it wasn’t raining at the time and had just started to sprinkle as she got to the house and as I pulled into the driveway in my bus.

“Wow,” I said, as I hopped out of my bus and starting walking toward the house. “They already got you in?”

“No, I decided not to wait,” she said. “I’ll just have to go back at 12:20.”

It meant a couple more trips for me, but I didn’t mind. As I said, I am wired! At least that coffee has kept me from needing a nap on this dreary, dreary day. In fact, I just may make another pot! I haven’t felt this good in what seems like weeks. It could have something to do with the fact that I refilled all my vitamins yesterday and started taking them again last night. Laziness and procrastination are not my friends, and yet they seem to be my constant companions. Why would I keep someone as a companion who is not my friend?

I’m thankful for how I feel today, and I’m thankful that I have half a day of being on-plan under my belt! My afternoon snack will be oatmeal!  Thank You, God, for good health and Trim Healthy Mama!