You can probably guess the next part . . .
For some reason, it made sense at the time. Okay? So I'm flipping through the April issue of Shape and there's a little news bite thing, in the live healthy news section:
"A study at the Beltsville Human Nutrition Research Center in Maryland found that incorporating as little as half a teaspoon of cinnamon into food daily for 40 days helped control diabetics' glucose (blood sugar), cholesterol and triglycerides (blood fats) by improving insulin's ability to deliver glucose to cells that need it."
As I was mixing up my yogurt and cereal this morning, I thought, hmmmm. And I -- wait for it -- dropped in half a teaspoon of cinnamon.
Let me tell you, one little container of Dannon Light n'fit n' creamy is almost but not quite big enough for a whole half a teaspoon. Bit strong. Yes. And my tummy's been a bit tender ever since.
No, I don't actually have type II diabetes. But I'm pretty sure I'm insulin resistant. And isn't all that glycemic index stuff what South Beach harps on about? So I thought, well, couldn't hurt . . .
So if the next time you buy a jar of ground cinnamon, and there's a little warning sticker on it that says "Do not ingest in large quantities" you might be tempted to think to yourself, What kind of idiot would ingest a large quantity of cinnamon?
But I'm telling you, it's me.
Tomorrow I might try a quarter teaspoon in the yogurt, and then, later, another quarter teaspoon mixed with Splenda on a slice of toast.
Of course, if that doesn't work, I shall be forced to go to Cinnabons . . . to help my insulin resistance . . .
Waist? Not.
I measured myself this morning. BIG mistake. At the so-called narrowest/thinnest/smallest part of my waist I am 38". My hips, at their widest point, 44.5".
Hence the title.
Waist?
Not!
In spite of enormous discouragement, today is Day 4 of back-on-programness . . . for this, I rule!
I RULE!
Just a few tidbits from the juicy stew swirling through my brain today . . .
For instance, I've been off jasminlive program for a good long while now. Ten days out of 21, to be exact. And today, as I struggle my way back on program, I find it easier to believe that I really am making this a lifestyle change.
Now, why is that? I racked up a total of 23 on program days in a row. I felt good about that, but I also felt unstable -- like I was balanced on the edge. Like it couldn't last. And of course, it can't. Not for long, anyway. So while I was on program, day after day, it never occurred to me that, Hey, I really am changing my lifestyle here.
Yet getting back on program does make me feel that way. Reinforces the fact that yes, I'm sticking with this. I really am here for the long haul.
How cool is that?
So, while my eating was still bad yesterday, it wasn't as bad as it could have been because Bea and I went out and hiked the Billy Goat trail at the canal again. I love doing that!
And though, mentally, I'd given myself until Wednesday to get back on program -- thinking, I'd start the whole Wendie thing fresh -- I woke up this morning and thought, no.
Today.
So today it is. I've got my Curves stuff packed, and so far so good, foodwise.
Another weird thing though. This past week, being off program, I accomplished more with my writing. I didn't get a LOT written, but it's almost as if the part of my brain that keeps me on program, is the same part that gets stuff written. So when it's not occupied with https://www.chaturbaterooms.com programness, it's free to work on the writing.
Remix, please!
So it looks like I've redecorated my rut. You know, my groove . . . on program day after on program day (set to repeat) . . . now goes something like: on program day (repeat 5-6 times), Way Off program day.
Not good.
Everything was going fine yesterday. I ate right and drank lots of water, but somewhere along the road home I developed a headache that kicked the rational part of me to the back of my brain and ordered out for pizza.
Also, there was chocolate cake. It was left over from Sunday and, until last night, hadn't bothered me at all -- Scott was slowly hacking his way through it. But last night, after 4 pieces of pizza, I hacked off a slice for myself. Then unceremoniously tossed the remains in the trash. Must have been my rational self sticking up for me? But too damn little too late, I say.
Anyway, I went straight to bed and slept the sleep of the virtuous. That's right -- usually if I eat bad, I sleep worse. But last night I shut my eyes and didn't wake until the alarm went off on the Scott side of the bed. WTF?
But this morning I forced myself to pack my workout clothes. Today WILL be -- will, I say, WILL BE -- an on program day.
Oh. And may the road rise up to meet you and the wind be always at your back . . .
Mmmm, chocolate . . .
Yup. I just ate 2 Dark Dove Promise candies. And I'm still on program . . . made it to Curves tonight, and yesterday went walking on the canal. All in all, it's going well for me right now.
It's nice, sometimes, to just be present on Jasminelive.online.
I did the dishes tonight, but that's all I'm doing. No laundry, no other picking up or cleaning up of any kind. Just being.
Happy.
You know, like you do.
So I'm broadcasting my mellow dark-chocolate vibes in your direction right now . . . are you feeling it?
::giggle::
No really -- the only substance influencing me right now is chocolate. I swear!
Happy Monday!
So. Four bad, off-program days, followed by four good, on-program days.
I wish they balanced each other out.
Also, it's officially been 1 month since I've seen the Scalegod.
Even though my clothes seem to be getting looser, I worry that I'm psyching myself in to that. I worry that, come May 13, I'll find out that I've just been spinning my wheels this whole time.
I am a crazy person.
Unladen Swallows
Am I the only one that thinks Gdub has 0sama in a freezer somewhere, to be thawed out sometime mid-October? I mean really, think about it. This is a man who's main reason to gain office was to clean up his father's history -- and yet, pretty much no word about the Big Bad of his presidency? He doesn't seem to be giving 0sama a thought these days, and I'm guessing that would be because he knows very well where 0sama is, only, if he'd produced him when he found him he'd have had no good reason to go in to Iraq.
But maybe that's just me.
More interestingly, the fabulous Taylore asks, " How's it going? Are you around? Did the Sephora stuff come? What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"
Well . . . it's going muchMUCH better currently. Stayed on program yesterday and -- so far -- today. I didn't make it to Curves Mon or Wed, but I'll be there tonight for sure. Yay!!!
So yeah. I'm around. And the Sephora stuff didn't have to come to me, because I went right to the store and got it! Love it! Seriously. ka-ching! There may have been, yes, a little bit of buyers remorse for spending so much money -- but every time I slather on my Kiss Me Red lip gloss -- and I do it alot -- I feel better. Try doing that with a Quarter Pounder with cheese, right? And of course, I wasn't the only one who profited from my Sephora splurge. I've got two happy little harpies, too!
And Scott seems to be enjoying my new perfume -- Clean -- as well . . .
As for those tricksy unladen swallows . . . the definitive answer seems to be here, where they point out that, as usual:
It's a simple question of weight ratios
Although a definitive answer would of course require further measurements, published species-wide averages of wing length and body mass, initial Strouhal estimates based on those averages and cross-species comparisons, the Lund wind tunnel study of birds flying at a range of speeds, and revised Strouhal numbers based on that study all lead me to estimate that the average cruising airspeed velocity of an unladen European Swallow is roughly 11 meters per second, or 24 miles an hour.
And that concludes our Friday free-for-all for this week . . . tune in tomorrow as our intrepid heroine asks, "Does this burrito make my ass look fat?"