Ongoing Adventures in IF
I have been doing a bit of IF the last couple of weeks for fun and to recover from my Hurricane Sandy-related anxiety-eating episodes. Here’s what I’ve learned. Two weeks is exactly how long I can IF before I start to get side effects! Last night I had to wake up and pee and my sleep was not as deep as it usually is. That’s the IF talking, folks. So now I think I might try mixing it up with a week of IF and a week of regular eating; see if I can enjoy more of the benefits without the annoying side effects.
The timing’s a bit off since now I ought to not IF this coming week, which I had pretty much planned to do as a way of balancing out all the pie and whatnot I plan to stuff in my face at my mom’s. Perhaps I will just eat normally for several days and then IF it on Thursday and Friday or something like that.
And yes I do plan to eat my mom’s pumpkin pie. The wheat, the sugar, the real dairy homemade whipped cream. I will eat it and I will NOT be sorry at all. I will have seconds and maybe another damn piece for breakfast. Because I have been a straight-arrow cave-woman all damn year and this is my mom’s fuckin’ pie already. I won’t get chronic systemic inflammation from 3 or 4 pieces of pie. So that is all settled. I will skip the stuffing, though. It’s not worth it at all.
Testing out this new Tumblr app… Carbing it up at breakfast with sweet potato casserole leftovers and watermelon.
Monday Morning Weigh In
Up another half pound to 135. I gotta say that after a week of visiting Las Vegas and also eating every damn thing I saw anywhere, that is not bad at all. Also sharks are due to arrive this week. My face is broken out like WHOA.
But whatever. Per aspera ad astra, folks. I got up and did my P90X this morning. Bro-tastic Chest & Back workout. Maximum goofing-off planned for the rest of the day.
