I wish I could slap every yahoo who screams at me for having a cookie while they are stuffing their faces with chips.
Right now I am on a weight loss program. I still have a cookie now and then. I count it in the calorie log. Yeah, I know that I could have eaten three whole zuccini squashes for the caloric price of that one cookie-- but I enjoy the cookie now and then.
I have tried the "diabetic food." Most of it tastes awful. Once I started reading labels, I realized that some of the "diabetic" granola bars had as much as 200 calories each! My favorite little chocolate cherry oat bar only has 90 calories. My program includes lots of fresh veggies, fish, a little pasta, and healthy snacks-- occasionally a sweet one. I have lost 33 pounds since January. But more importantly, my insulin intake has gone from 160 units a day to 60 units per day, and my blood sugar is under control for the first time in years.
The program is my own-- designed after reading every diet book and searching the web, and ignoring most of what doctors have told me in the past. My current doctor is in agreement with what I am doing. I am taking it slow and doing it right.
I've never been afraid of eggs. Chickens are another story-- didn't eat those for seven years.
But have you seen the prices on eggs lately?! With all the other increases in prices, it may be a while before I can afford to eat an egg a day. And on top of that-- the diet books want me to throw the yolks away! Are they nuts? If I weren't afraid of chickens... I could have my own egg factory.
I was in high school-- and I was the weird girl on the periphery of the popular kids. Managed to get myself elected to student council, although no one could figure out how. So I was a bit nerdy and a lot picked on.
I used to cry whenever I heard "You've Got a Friend." I wanted a friend like that. I have a few of those now.
I still remember all the words of every song-- even the one I didn't like... which still seems to get way more radio play than it should!
My first date with my ex-husband was a scenic drive up to Mosquito Pass (elevation over 11,000 feet). We went with another couple. His friend was driving and could not seem to keep his eyes on what little road there was. I was terrified.
Later we stopped at a remote roadside table for a picnic snack and were acosted by two drifters (who were arrested two weeks later in Texas for murder).
I don't care about chatting. I have friends for that.
I simply cannot find someone who can do a decent job of cutting my hair. I went in today for a style... asked for layering and that the length be barely trimmed as I do not like short hair, even showed the stylist a photo in a magazine. She cut it ALL off! I look like a boy!
It seems that most stylists are just lazy. They nod their heads and then just do what they want. I haven't had a decent hairstyle since my arthritis got bad enough to keep me from cutting my own hair.
I was in the same situation and hesitated. It got to the point where I knew he was going to kill me. My ex did not exhibit any of this behavior until the ring was on the finger.
It does not matter if he has Alzheimer's or not. He is controlling and abusive-- he took the lock off the bedroom door? He won't let your doctor talk to you?
Call your local safe house or the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE. Go find a female attorney who specializes in domestic violence and divorce.
People in your circle may not believe you-- but I do and they will. Some people cannot figure out why I left "such a nice man." I decided that I would rather be alone than be with a man who would abuse me. And I don't regret my decision.
I was raised with strict rules and high expectations. My four younger siblings were not. Mom wanted to be their best friend. Dad never could cross Mom.
So what was the result? I have four siblings with substance abuse problems. All of them have been arrested at least once. Two of them managed to graduate from high school.
I have three college degrees and have never been in trouble.
Dad used to tell me that if the child isn't fully trained by the time he or she is 18, there is nothing more the parent can do. (This speech usually came when he was grounding me for something.)
And now that Dad is gone-- who takes care of Mom? NOT them!
When I see a parent who disciplines a child with respect and concern, I know that child is loved more than the parent loves him or herself.
Funny thing-- I always thought Mom was the mean one, even though Dad was the one dealing out the discipline.
viola (anonymous) says...
I wish I could slap every yahoo who screams at me for having a cookie while they are stuffing their faces with chips.
Right now I am on a weight loss program. I still have a cookie now and then. I count it in the calorie log. Yeah, I know that I could have eaten three whole zuccini squashes for the caloric price of that one cookie-- but I enjoy the cookie now and then.
I have tried the "diabetic food." Most of it tastes awful. Once I started reading labels, I realized that some of the "diabetic" granola bars had as much as 200 calories each! My favorite little chocolate cherry oat bar only has 90 calories.
My program includes lots of fresh veggies, fish, a little pasta, and healthy snacks-- occasionally a sweet one. I have lost 33 pounds since January.
But more importantly, my insulin intake has gone from 160 units a day to 60 units per day, and my blood sugar is under control for the first time in years.
The program is my own-- designed after reading every diet book and searching the web, and ignoring most of what doctors have told me in the past. My current doctor is in agreement with what I am doing. I am taking it slow and doing it right.
Now I just have to find a way to enjoy exercise!
On Diabetes myths
June 9, 2008 at 12:29 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
I've never been afraid of eggs. Chickens are another story-- didn't eat those for seven years.
But have you seen the prices on eggs lately?! With all the other increases in prices, it may be a while before I can afford to eat an egg a day.
And on top of that-- the diet books want me to throw the yolks away! Are they nuts?
If I weren't afraid of chickens... I could have my own egg factory.
On Eggs-citing news
May 3, 2008 at 1:40 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
Smackwater Jack... can't stand that song.
On Reweave some 'Tapestry' memories and win
April 22, 2008 at 6:41 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
I was in high school-- and I was the weird girl on the periphery of the popular kids. Managed to get myself elected to student council, although no one could figure out how.
So I was a bit nerdy and a lot picked on.
I used to cry whenever I heard "You've Got a Friend." I wanted a friend like that.
I have a few of those now.
I still remember all the words of every song-- even the one I didn't like... which still seems to get way more radio play than it should!
On Reweave some 'Tapestry' memories and win
April 21, 2008 at 2:05 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
Key phrase--
"after getting legal advice from a lawyer referred to me by my husband"
Remember to tell that to your new lawyer. You may have NOT been represented by an independent lawyer if your husband sent you to him or her.
The entire thing sounds completely unfair. I wish you the best of luck with this.
On Contesting premarital agreements varies by state
April 6, 2008 at 11:42 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
My first date with my ex-husband was a scenic drive up to Mosquito Pass (elevation over 11,000 feet). We went with another couple. His friend was driving and could not seem to keep his eyes on what little road there was. I was terrified.
Later we stopped at a remote roadside table for a picnic snack and were acosted by two drifters (who were arrested two weeks later in Texas for murder).
Sigh. I don't know why I ever dated him again.
On Stories from the dating front
February 17, 2008 at 12:27 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
I don't care about chatting. I have friends for that.
I simply cannot find someone who can do a decent job of cutting my hair. I went in today for a style... asked for layering and that the length be barely trimmed as I do not like short hair, even showed the stylist a photo in a magazine.
She cut it ALL off! I look like a boy!
It seems that most stylists are just lazy. They nod their heads and then just do what they want. I haven't had a decent hairstyle since my arthritis got bad enough to keep me from cutting my own hair.
On Clients bond with stylists via chats, touch, shared objective
February 7, 2008 at 7:17 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
Get out! Get out! Get out!
I was in the same situation and hesitated. It got to the point where I knew he was going to kill me. My ex did not exhibit any of this behavior until the ring was on the finger.
It does not matter if he has Alzheimer's or not. He is controlling and abusive-- he took the lock off the bedroom door? He won't let your doctor talk to you?
Call your local safe house or the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE.
Go find a female attorney who specializes in domestic violence and divorce.
People in your circle may not believe you-- but I do and they will. Some people cannot figure out why I left "such a nice man."
I decided that I would rather be alone than be with a man who would abuse me. And I don't regret my decision.
On Seek drastic measures in dangerous situation
February 4, 2008 at 11:34 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
I was raised with strict rules and high expectations. My four younger siblings were not. Mom wanted to be their best friend. Dad never could cross Mom.
So what was the result?
I have four siblings with substance abuse problems. All of them have been arrested at least once. Two of them managed to graduate from high school.
I have three college degrees and have never been in trouble.
Dad used to tell me that if the child isn't fully trained by the time he or she is 18, there is nothing more the parent can do. (This speech usually came when he was grounding me for something.)
And now that Dad is gone-- who takes care of Mom? NOT them!
When I see a parent who disciplines a child with respect and concern, I know that child is loved more than the parent loves him or herself.
Funny thing-- I always thought Mom was the mean one, even though Dad was the one dealing out the discipline.
On The Meanest Mom
January 22, 2008 at 7:53 p.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
viola (anonymous) says...
Ummm...
My ex-husband used to hide his dope in my car (until I found it and flushed it).
You notice I said EX-husband.
On ‘Mean Mom’ sells son’s car
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