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Dec. 16th, 2015 01:51 pmLast year I was shocked at the amount of junk food that appeared at work before Christmas. This year I was expecting it, but that still means there were five pounds of shortbread on the counter behind me on Monday. There are about three pounds left today. And two pounds of Andes mints and three pounds of chocolate truffles and two tins of Danish butter cookies. And some other stuff. I've been limiting myself to two pieces of shortbread, which I could cheerfully eat more of, per day. Which is not the way to lose twelve pounds, although I would settle for somewhere between six and ten. I've stopped being a wuss about walking, so hopefully that will help a little.
Weight Watchers has reconfigured itself, and I'm not sure I approve. I now have 36 points per day, but food has gotten commensurately higher in points and exercise has gotten more detailed. I can't say "45 minutes of walking" any more; I have to say "45 minutes of medium-intensity walking today at 5:00", which is at least one more piece of information than I really want to deal with. And it doesn't tell me how much cumulative exercise I've gotten, either, although it says I need 26 per week. It will tell me "5 of 4 exercise points today", but it won't tell me "18 of 26 points for the week so far", which is what I'd really like to know. But I also know that I can't lose weight without help, so I may just grit my teeth until I'm done with the twelve pounds and then make a decision. (I actually qualify for being a lifetime member, since I lost 50 pounds to begin with and kept it off for long enough. But you only get to be a lifetime member if you go to meetings, and I'd rather go to the dentist.)
Good thing: Snip's confusion when confronted with goat's-milk cheddar. She knew it was cheese, but she couldn't understand why I had any, because she didn't like it. Silly beast.
Also good thing: How to Be a Victorian, by Ruth Goodman (I may have the author wrong, but the title is right). Fascinating book, written by somebody who has spent a fair bit of time doing period domestic and farm work while wearing period clothing (and hairstyle, and cosmetics, and...). She drew the line at Victorian pharmacology, though, which is just as well. These days you get arrested for having cocaine or opium or morphine in the house. (Come to think of it, the book didn't mention marijuana. I'm assuming the Victorians knew about it, because they knew about India, and India knew about ganja. Or maybe I skimmed that part. I'll have to go look it up again.) Anyway, I think this book is going on the shelf instead of into the "done with this book now" box.
Third good thing: Buffalo cauliflower does work (cauliflower, bottled mild wing sauce, and blue cheese crumbles), although I still don't like the aroma of steaming cauliflower, and steamed cauliflower holds water and waters down the wing sauce. I suppose I could try roasting it next time, but I didn't want to wait half an hour for dinner last night. Lily thought she wanted some, but I think she wanted the cheese. I know she doesn't want cauliflower and I suspect she doesn't want wing sauce. Maybe I should see what she thinks about wing sauce, just for entertainment value.
Weight Watchers has reconfigured itself, and I'm not sure I approve. I now have 36 points per day, but food has gotten commensurately higher in points and exercise has gotten more detailed. I can't say "45 minutes of walking" any more; I have to say "45 minutes of medium-intensity walking today at 5:00", which is at least one more piece of information than I really want to deal with. And it doesn't tell me how much cumulative exercise I've gotten, either, although it says I need 26 per week. It will tell me "5 of 4 exercise points today", but it won't tell me "18 of 26 points for the week so far", which is what I'd really like to know. But I also know that I can't lose weight without help, so I may just grit my teeth until I'm done with the twelve pounds and then make a decision. (I actually qualify for being a lifetime member, since I lost 50 pounds to begin with and kept it off for long enough. But you only get to be a lifetime member if you go to meetings, and I'd rather go to the dentist.)
Good thing: Snip's confusion when confronted with goat's-milk cheddar. She knew it was cheese, but she couldn't understand why I had any, because she didn't like it. Silly beast.
Also good thing: How to Be a Victorian, by Ruth Goodman (I may have the author wrong, but the title is right). Fascinating book, written by somebody who has spent a fair bit of time doing period domestic and farm work while wearing period clothing (and hairstyle, and cosmetics, and...). She drew the line at Victorian pharmacology, though, which is just as well. These days you get arrested for having cocaine or opium or morphine in the house. (Come to think of it, the book didn't mention marijuana. I'm assuming the Victorians knew about it, because they knew about India, and India knew about ganja. Or maybe I skimmed that part. I'll have to go look it up again.) Anyway, I think this book is going on the shelf instead of into the "done with this book now" box.
Third good thing: Buffalo cauliflower does work (cauliflower, bottled mild wing sauce, and blue cheese crumbles), although I still don't like the aroma of steaming cauliflower, and steamed cauliflower holds water and waters down the wing sauce. I suppose I could try roasting it next time, but I didn't want to wait half an hour for dinner last night. Lily thought she wanted some, but I think she wanted the cheese. I know she doesn't want cauliflower and I suspect she doesn't want wing sauce. Maybe I should see what she thinks about wing sauce, just for entertainment value.
