We Kin Get Thin!

I have a quick product review for you, but first of all, I have to share some more beautiful birthday gifts I got! Melissa made me this bracelet, which is my favorite color -



And also, this Owl, and platter from the Japan store in Disney! They are unbelievable! And SO me. The girl knows me..well!





Ok, now, I just drank this guy -



I admit, it was an impulse buy in the check-out lane. But I see the words "0 calories" on any label and I can't help myself. Also, the flavor just sounded amazing to me. I also bought a melon flavor, which I haven't tasted yet.

I liked the stats -



This sucker is sweetened with Purevia, which is just another brand of Stevia sweetener. If anyone has tried Stevia, you know it IS very sweet, but not without its own special taste. Takes a bit of getting used to, but its not necessarily gross.

This drink does a good job of tasting "natural". Like... the juice from a gatorade tree.

The verdict is.. I liked it. There *is* something strange about it, but its still quite refreshing, and for a sports-drink lover like myself, its a much lower calorie alternative.

I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and I heard, very loudly, a child screaming. Like, PAIN, DYING screaming. I got up and ran to the front door, opened it and listened. Just constant, hoarse, scary screaming. I thought it must be a fishercat, as I was told they sound like that.
It continued for a few minutes, and then faded slowly, so I knew it was moving away.

I just looked it up online, and apparently, what I heard was a red fox (like the cute guy I saw in my backyard!)

Did you know that fox's scream?! I guess I always assumed they had more of a bark.

Here's the sound...
Except each "howl" was longer, and VERY close so it was super loud.

Now, all I can hear is an owl hooting outside, and corgi snoring like an old man.

Thanks Melissa, for giving me something to write about! Fatty, I'd like you to answer the same questions! What do I like best, and worst about low-carb?

Although I am currently frustrated with my lack of loss, my overall feeling about my low-carb diet is a very positive one. Most people like to be on a diet that "doesn't feel like a diet". . . you hear it in all the commercials... "I love the food, it doesn't take like diet food, I forget I'm on a diet!"
I am the opposite. I want to FEEL like I am on a diet, all the time. If I feel like I am not "on the wagon" I overeat like crazy. So one reason I like low-carb is because it's strict, and it feels like a diet.

I like low-carb because it is simple. The rules are easy. Pick a carb limit and stick to it. You don't need a lot of math, or calculations, or exceptions. If you can look at a label, and count to like, 30, you're good.

I like low-carb because I can eat fatty/protein-rich foods that keep me satiated for a long time. I could eat a bagel for breakfast and be starving by noon, or I can eat my 3 egg omelet and be stuffed until 2pm.

I don't like how alienating low-carb can be. I *hate* being difficult and not being able to eat something particular, or eat at a certain restaurant. It really makes other people uncomfortable and that is not something I ever enjoy.

The only food I really miss is fruit. And I still allow myself to have some on occasion, so it's not so bad. But I sure do love fruit :-)

I don't like the stigma of Atkins, or Low-Carb diets in general. You get some pretty nasty looks and opinions when you tell people that is how you eat.


In general... I do love this way of eating. It is challenging at times, but much less so than low-calorie (for me). I am confident that (no matter how long it takes!) this is the way of life that will get me to my goal weight, and a happier me!

So, I am going to continue on this week at my 30g a day goal. But I am going to count them very carefully, and not go over 30g. I'll use spark people until I can get used to eating 30g.

So, I had my first run-in with feeling like a low-carb asshole. I had dinner with my Mom, Grammie, and Grammie's sisters. Take a guess at what sweet Aunt Florence made for all of us? That's right. Spaghetti, meatballs, warm rolls, brownies, and iced cream! And sweet homemade wine.

Fearing that would happen, I tried to be prepared and I brought a big salad, and my own dressing, just in case. Well, unfortunately, we were all so proper, and ate our salad out of tiny little salad bowls before the main course. This means I had to sit, awkwardly, in front of my empty plate. I did eat a couple meatballs, but it was still pretty obvious. Aunt Florence spied my plate a couple times, but was polite and did not make a comment.

I am SURE that I cared more than anyone else did. But how could I not help but feel like a total, unappreciative jerk?

Oh well. It's over with now.