Meat Week

It’s Meat Week at Chez Dietgirl. The vegetarian Scottish Companion has been at a conference in Finland this week, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to partake in the pleasures of the flesh.

But it didn’t really turned out that way. Monday I had Quorn sausages (so low in fat and very tasty) and salad. Tuesday night I had a bowl of salad with some feta, and then a pile of potato wedges with chili sauce (oops). Meantime, SC calls last night to say he ate REINDEER at the conference dinner! Such a dedicated vegie.

I ended up making some Chili Con Carne, except with chicken instead of carne. What’s Spanish for chicken? Pollo? Or is that Italian? All I know is that it made me do some really lethal farts during the Squat track at Body Pump last night. Luckily I’d had the foresight to set up my weights in a remote corner of the room.

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I’m becoming a cranky old bastard in my old age. Every time I check my List Of Stuff To Blog About, it always seems to be full of trivial rage. Even when I’m not hormonal. I know there’s a lot of horrible shite going on in the world, but it is easier to rant about the little things because you know they don’t really matter, therefore you don’t get all depressed like you do with huge, global problems that seem unresolvable.

ANYWAY. Here are the Rages du Jour.

Fashion. What the bloody hell is up with all this boho shite? I thought it would die after summer, but all the autumn clothes are full of jingle-jangle flouncy beaded faux-ethnic shite. I just wanted a FEW new things to take to Australia that actually fitted me, but where are the simple, clean lines? So I looked on the websites of a few Aussie stores and looks like the bohemian bastards have invaded the Antipodes too. What is the point of losing heaps of weight finally being able to shop in normal stores if all the clothes are going to be rubbish?

Smug losers. It really gets on my goat when you get someone who’s lost a hefty stack of weight, then suddenly adopts this tone of haughty all-knowingness. Suddenly they’re saying to all the remaining fatties of the world, "You  people don’t get it man! You just eat too much and don’t exercise! It’s all so simple! Get some self control! Do what I did, it’s easy!". They’re perched on their high horses, gazing out the window and clucking their tongues at all the lardy unenlightened ones waddling down the street, ignoring the fact they were in the same position not long ago. It’s smugger and more irritating than a reformed smoker or a recently reborn Christian.

And quite often it happens when they’ve still got weight to lose. I may have lost 160-odd pounds but I will never, ever take that tone with anyone. I get emails from people of all shapes and sizes, some heavier than when I started, and I always listen to their words and be empathic. And never, ever forget what it felt like back then. Never, ever forget how hard it can be to make changes. Thanks to hard work This Time has been The Time when I finally have been successful in making lasting changes, and while I share my experiences with people, I am not about to start sprouting the Gospel of Skinny like I’m some evangelist with all the answers. Plus until I have got to a healthy weight, and maintained it for a considered amount of time, I hardly feel qualified to do that anyway.

So I am back in the swing of things after being unwell. I’d not done any cardio for almost two weeks and just a couple Pump classes, so it’s good to be back into my regular routine. I had a moment in my Body Pump class last Sunday morning, as I was doing tricep extensions. I was just watching my arms bend back, my form was good and I felt strong. I could feel the burn starting in the muscles and it just felt so damn good and peaceful somehow. I’d wanted to skip the class and stay on my arse watching the cricket, but I was so glad I’d come out. It’s such a high to feel your body doing what it’s meant to doing… moving! Stretching! Being challenged. Kick ass.

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17 thoughts on “Meat Week

  1. I got to post a comment first!!!!!

    I here you on the boho. I like it a bit during the summer, but its toooooo much for winter!!!!

  2. LOL — my sister is a Smug Loser. She had the bypass surgery and now she knows all. Talking to her is like water torture.

    It’s funny, but I don’t remember ever reading outright advice at this site (as in “do this and you will lose weight”) yet I have learned so much here! Now, that is cool. 🙂

  3. You can’t win with fashion – EVER!! So give up trying right now. My tip for the day – learn to sew. I have so many great ideas of things I would like to wear but can never find them anywhere. So really, I should learn to sew too. And then I could make wedding dresses and charge through the roof to make swanky dresses. Tangent Queen is working overtime – sorry about that.

    I really hope you enjoy your trip away. And I am glad you are upping your iron levels with a bit of the old country staple – MEAT.

  4. Remember what they say: there’s nothing more pious than a reformed whore. For some people losing weight creates a feeling of stunned astonishment (if I can do it, anybody can); for others, a flowing fountain of empathy for how impossible it is for most. For me, I take my hat off to anyone who has had the internal shift that permits the external shedding of weight. For anyone who cannot do it, or who struggles, or who goes back and forth, my complete and total sympathy. I believe we’re all doing the very best that we can do at all times. It’s hard to accept this, but it’s true.

  5. I’m with ya on the bohemian clothing. Blah. But what a great suggestion by your anonymous reader to learn to sew. If you are that way inclined, you can make a few simple items quite cheaply. Other than that, fashion will change soon enough and you’ll have a plethora of choice!

  6. I wish we only had to suffer boho this season, but the 80s revivial is still kicking around. Who really thought that bubble skirts should make a comeback?

  7. I have to say I am in complete agreement with you on the boho shite clothing! I hate the way it looks and it doesn’t do anything for anyone’s figure! I don’t know what to do this season. There will be so precious little I can wear and feel good in. I wish you were coming to Adelaide I’d so love to meet you!

  8. Remember what they say: there’s nothing more pious than a reformed whore.

    There is a definite ‘whore’ theme going on in the world of weight loss blogs this week. This was GREAT above from the comment section. Almost passes up Zara’s comment about making a seasoned food whore blush with what she can do to granola.

    Great post – though I’ve never achieved weight loss that lasts – please smack me over the head with the first Bible you can find if I go and get pious.

  9. LOL You can’t say you’ve been to Finland if you haven’t tried reindeer! I love it – we do not eat it in Southern Finland, but the norther you go, the more reindeer you see, both along the roads and on the plate. Hope SC had a lovely trip!

  10. i live in the usa, right outside of memphis, tn., smack dab in the middle of the bible belt, i also have found that there is nothing more sickening and smug than the newly born again. i hate to hear people say they found jesus, because i didn’t know jesus was missing! they will tell what is wrong with your life in a heartbeat, even though you are doing what they last week, befoer they were saved from the flames of hell!

  11. I’m hearing you on the Boho too. I don’t get it, I don’t like it, I don’t want it. Bring back normal clothes!!!

    BTW, still gagging at the thought of eating Rudolph.

  12. Yep boho is all the rage here too. And most of it comes with shoe string straps or halternecks. Now what the heck is that supposed to cover. Or support. Me I need a bit more help with the girls. And the Tummy. The only good thing about the boho tops is they are quite flattering on the hips. So what did I buy for this spring. Plain, fitted, polo shirts. LOL. And am maybe secretly eyeing off some beads. 🙂

    Lucky they breed lots of replacement Dashers, and Dancers in Finland. Eating them is just part of the natural culling programme 😉

  13. Urrrgh boho! I hate it too. I don’t want to wear long flouncy skirts, I want short, short skirts to show off my leg muscles!

    And all the pink and brown stuff! I can’t wear it.

    I do like the cute ’50s style skirts and things that are around at the moment though.

  14. Well… I hate my legs. And I’ve been waiting since approximately 1995 for Proper Long Skirts, I Mean Ankle-Length, to come in again. So I am not entirely anti-boho. But it is annoying that it’s everywhere. I mean, if there was a bit of boho around it would be a style choice rather than a sheeplike falling-in with the fashion police.

    I shouldn’t buy any more clothes anyway.

    I can sew, but I should warn you – it’s time-consuming. I have several projects I’ve never completed just because I don’t have time to finish them (and then it’s no longer the season to wear them, or you go off the idea, and they fall by the wayside. Then you (or I anyway) conveniently forget this and start something else.)

  15. Well… I hate my legs. And I’ve been waiting since approximately 1995 for Proper Long Skirts, I Mean Ankle-Length, to come in again. So I am not entirely anti-boho. But it is annoying that it’s everywhere. I mean, if there was a bit of boho around it would be a style choice rather than a sheeplike falling-in with the fashion police.

    I shouldn’t buy any more clothes anyway.

    I can sew, but I should warn you – it’s time-consuming. I have several projects I’ve never completed just because I don’t have time to finish them (and then it’s no longer the season to wear them, or you go off the idea, and they fall by the wayside. Then you (or I anyway) conveniently forget this and start something else.)