Well, “official” in the sense that the Sporty by Forty Initiative officially uses and recommends the following product, not that I’m getting anything out of it:
Kashi Sweet and Sour Chicken
http://kashi.com/products/kashi_entrees_sweet_sour_chicken
Yeah, I have to pick out the mushrooms* (usually all both of them) but after that it’s flavor city. The first one I got was a little light on the chicken, but the ones I’ve had since have been chock full (cluck full?)-o-bird! It’s very flavorful and filling to boot, and the veggies are remarkably crisp for a microwaved dish.
The sauce is quite good as well. It’s not like the Sweet and Sour chicken one might get at the local Chinese joint, but it doesn’t have the ability to spackle your ventricles shut either.
There are a bunch of other varieties and once they go on sale I’m going to try some more.
Annoying factoid: There’s one of these in the freezer at work, but it’s not marked. I think I may have let it there, but I don’t want to swipe someone’s emergency lunch or anything.
Anyway, that is all!
*Unlike cheese, which I believe comes from the Devil himself, I actually like mushrooms. They, on the other hand, do not like me one bit. It’s a shame, really.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Week 9: 253.1(!)
Starting weight: 264.2
Weight last week: 257.5
Current weight: 253.1
Lost this week: 4.4
Total lost: 11.1 pounds
Goal for this week: 3 pounds
Overall Goal: 180 (final weight, not pounds lost. I realized today that if my goad would be to lose 180 pounds, my final weight would be like 84 pounds, so I’d end up looking like a heroin addict or something. My skull alone is probably like 26 pounds.) This shall hence be changed to “Goal Weight”
Well, I have to say I am pleased as punch. I broke the 10 pound mark, and I may just make the 18 pounds by the 27th. I was thinking I’d probably just remain where I was last week, having made a couple bad food choices in the past couple days. What annoys me is if I hadn’t gone up last week, I’d be in the clear by getting to an 18 pound loss by the 27th.
[homer simpson]Stupid food! Be less tasty![/hs]
Speaking of Tasty, but good for you: My wife made breaded chicken on Sunday night that was to die for. I shoulda taken it for lunch today but I suppose I can wait for dinner.
Speaking of Tasty, but bad for you: A friend of mine and I were discussing Cracker Barrel today and our mutual love for said restaurant. I did however say that the reason that the name of the place was “Cracker Barrel” was because if you eat there too much, you will resemble a cracker barrel.
She said she thought it was because it was full of white people.
Well played, madame, well played indeed.
Weight last week: 257.5
Current weight: 253.1
Lost this week: 4.4
Total lost: 11.1 pounds
Goal for this week: 3 pounds
Overall Goal: 180 (final weight, not pounds lost. I realized today that if my goad would be to lose 180 pounds, my final weight would be like 84 pounds, so I’d end up looking like a heroin addict or something. My skull alone is probably like 26 pounds.) This shall hence be changed to “Goal Weight”
Well, I have to say I am pleased as punch. I broke the 10 pound mark, and I may just make the 18 pounds by the 27th. I was thinking I’d probably just remain where I was last week, having made a couple bad food choices in the past couple days. What annoys me is if I hadn’t gone up last week, I’d be in the clear by getting to an 18 pound loss by the 27th.
[homer simpson]Stupid food! Be less tasty![/hs]
Speaking of Tasty, but good for you: My wife made breaded chicken on Sunday night that was to die for. I shoulda taken it for lunch today but I suppose I can wait for dinner.
Speaking of Tasty, but bad for you: A friend of mine and I were discussing Cracker Barrel today and our mutual love for said restaurant. I did however say that the reason that the name of the place was “Cracker Barrel” was because if you eat there too much, you will resemble a cracker barrel.
She said she thought it was because it was full of white people.
Well played, madame, well played indeed.
Friday, August 8, 2008
The results are (somewhat) in!
BP was 110/80 today.
Holy crap!
I haven’t seen numbers like that in forever. I’m quite pleased. Also, apparently my NP sent my skin tag to the lab, just to be thorough, and it came back negative for the big C. I said “Well, had it come back positive I would imagine I would have a phone call before now anyway.
When the blood work comes back I’ll let you know.
Holy crap!
I haven’t seen numbers like that in forever. I’m quite pleased. Also, apparently my NP sent my skin tag to the lab, just to be thorough, and it came back negative for the big C. I said “Well, had it come back positive I would imagine I would have a phone call before now anyway.
When the blood work comes back I’ll let you know.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Well, it's certainly not getting any better...
Man I am craving a McDonald’s sausage biscuit so freaking bad right now. I mean, really, the mere thought of it is making me salivate something fierce. I had breakfast already (an apple with a Quaker Oatmeal to Go bar and orange juice in case you were wondering) and I’m not actually hungry right now, but I am making myself so with these insane food-porn fantasies. Seriously, I can taste it. It’s glorious. I can feel the flaky biscuit in my greasy paw right now. In the good news department, I’m getting used to the Oatmeal bars. The first one felt to me like I was trying to eat a carpet remnant.
I can’t wait for this cholesterol test to be over, so I can stop it with the cravings already. I don’t think I’m even going to get something bad after the test tomorrow just because I am betting this is all in my head. I’m having a cup of tea now to try and wake up. Coffee has been making me all kinds of goofy towards the end of the day, so I am again swearing off the brew. I think I like tea a lot more now anyhow. I remember when I was a teenager I had two friends who liked tea. So we’d be somewhere and they’d get tea and I’d get some alarmingly huge cup of coffee and I would honestly think they were the odd ones.
In the interest of full disclosure, I went to dinner with these two at a place known for its fish. What does one of them order?
Steak.
With a coffee to drink.
“What are you, a cowboy?” I asked him. “We should ask the waitress if they can serve it to you in a dented tin cup.”
Yeah, we still give him grief for that one.
Anyway, my appointment is tomorrow morning, and so I have to stop eating after 8 pm. If you need to reach me do it before 10, so I’m not too grouchy. Keep me in your prayers/send positive vibes/keep something crossed for me. I want to be making good progress.
I wish I had gotten new bike tires, then I could ride to the doctor, in theory. Of course, I actually like my Nurse Practitioner, so I don’t want to go in there all sweaty, smelling like a wet buffalo or something. Sigh, what’s a guy to do, eh?
I can’t wait for this cholesterol test to be over, so I can stop it with the cravings already. I don’t think I’m even going to get something bad after the test tomorrow just because I am betting this is all in my head. I’m having a cup of tea now to try and wake up. Coffee has been making me all kinds of goofy towards the end of the day, so I am again swearing off the brew. I think I like tea a lot more now anyhow. I remember when I was a teenager I had two friends who liked tea. So we’d be somewhere and they’d get tea and I’d get some alarmingly huge cup of coffee and I would honestly think they were the odd ones.
In the interest of full disclosure, I went to dinner with these two at a place known for its fish. What does one of them order?
Steak.
With a coffee to drink.
“What are you, a cowboy?” I asked him. “We should ask the waitress if they can serve it to you in a dented tin cup.”
Yeah, we still give him grief for that one.
Anyway, my appointment is tomorrow morning, and so I have to stop eating after 8 pm. If you need to reach me do it before 10, so I’m not too grouchy. Keep me in your prayers/send positive vibes/keep something crossed for me. I want to be making good progress.
I wish I had gotten new bike tires, then I could ride to the doctor, in theory. Of course, I actually like my Nurse Practitioner, so I don’t want to go in there all sweaty, smelling like a wet buffalo or something. Sigh, what’s a guy to do, eh?
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Sweet Merciful Crap, my body sucks!
I assume this goes for everyone’s body, not just my travesty of anatomy. When I say my body sucks I do not mean I have a bad body. Oh, rest assured, I do have a bad body, otherwise what would be the point of this whole endeavor? What I mean is this:
I have a blood test Friday to check my cholesterol and whatnot, and to check my blood pressure. So, of course I am craving nothing but Chinese food and White Castle. I’d murder someone for a sack of Chicken Rings, man. I had a Quaker Oatmeal breakfast bar for breakfast today. I have developed a taste for them, which is fortunate considering I felt like I was eating drywall the first time I had one. I’m trying to work my way towards actual oatmeal. Lord knows, I’ve had it in the past but I found it repulsive. I mean, I would have liked something yummy and greasy for breakfast today, but I know better, especially the week of a blood test. Lets see how this goes and maybe I reward myself with something halfway bad on Friday. In reality, I should reward myself with something like Spaceballs on DVD rather than a greasy (pronounced like my old man; “greezy”) breakfast sammich. The DVD is cheaper and won’t kill me.
My allergies are god-awful today to boot. I so badly want to use a decongestant, but can’t. Blood pressure and all, old chap. The Claritin and Flonase work OK for a good portion of the day, but sometimes I get blocked up but good.
Gonna try and go for a walk/stagger/run later after I do the boy’s laundry. We’ll see, won’t we?
I have a blood test Friday to check my cholesterol and whatnot, and to check my blood pressure. So, of course I am craving nothing but Chinese food and White Castle. I’d murder someone for a sack of Chicken Rings, man. I had a Quaker Oatmeal breakfast bar for breakfast today. I have developed a taste for them, which is fortunate considering I felt like I was eating drywall the first time I had one. I’m trying to work my way towards actual oatmeal. Lord knows, I’ve had it in the past but I found it repulsive. I mean, I would have liked something yummy and greasy for breakfast today, but I know better, especially the week of a blood test. Lets see how this goes and maybe I reward myself with something halfway bad on Friday. In reality, I should reward myself with something like Spaceballs on DVD rather than a greasy (pronounced like my old man; “greezy”) breakfast sammich. The DVD is cheaper and won’t kill me.
My allergies are god-awful today to boot. I so badly want to use a decongestant, but can’t. Blood pressure and all, old chap. The Claritin and Flonase work OK for a good portion of the day, but sometimes I get blocked up but good.
Gonna try and go for a walk/stagger/run later after I do the boy’s laundry. We’ll see, won’t we?
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Week 8: 257.5
Starting weight: 264.2
Weight last week: 255.1
Current weight: 257.5
Lost this week: 0 (+2.4)
Total lost: 6.7 pounds
Goal for this week- 3 pounds
Goal: 180
Well.
I have no one to blame but myself. I really haven't done jack shit, and it shows. Sleep has been paramount, and I haven't given a toss about walking or anything else.
So, I'm going to set the more realistic goal of 3 pounds and see if we can't get back on the horse.
Weight last week: 255.1
Current weight: 257.5
Lost this week: 0 (+2.4)
Total lost: 6.7 pounds
Goal for this week- 3 pounds
Goal: 180
Well.
I have no one to blame but myself. I really haven't done jack shit, and it shows. Sleep has been paramount, and I haven't given a toss about walking or anything else.
So, I'm going to set the more realistic goal of 3 pounds and see if we can't get back on the horse.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Well, I found out where that bee came from...
Remember a few posts back I mentioned I was stung by a bee while blowing the dust out of my PC out on the back porch? Well here’s a little follow up! That night I had been surprised as hell, as I couldn’t figure out where the dang thing had come from.
Welllllll, I found out this past Saturday.
I had a canvas military demolitions bag for years, and it got something spilled on or in it ( I can't remember), so I washed it all out and hung it on the back porch to dry. I kind of forgot about it. Well, it turns out that it became an olive drab condominium for bees in recent times. My cousin noticed it while looking out the back window.
“You have a lot of bees on that backpack,” she noted. I took a look myself. Hell yeah I did. About 8 or 10 of them at quick count. I had to remedy this, as I had stuff to be grabbin' from said porsh. So, I figured I would throw the bag off the back porch and then go down and grab it and throw it in the dumpster.
I ran out and did so. I swiftly took the bag off the hook and tossed it onto the ground, 1 flight below. For payback I was promptly stung in the ear. Since it’s all cartilage it only hurt for a minute. It seemed, however, the early estimates of 8-10 bees was a little, shall we say, conservative.
After getting stung in the ear, I ran back into the apartment, and shut the glass door. I turned around and the porch was swarming with bees. I did what any man would do. I got some spray when I went out that afternoon and killed the flying bastards. Yea, it was ugly. Yes, I realize we’re all concerned where all the damn bees are going, which is fine, as long as it’s not on a satchel on my porch.
Oh, I did pick up the bag with a shovel and dump it in the trash. It’s a shame, it had a couple of cool buttons on it, but a couple buttons can’t compete with a bag load of bees.
Welllllll, I found out this past Saturday.
I had a canvas military demolitions bag for years, and it got something spilled on or in it ( I can't remember), so I washed it all out and hung it on the back porch to dry. I kind of forgot about it. Well, it turns out that it became an olive drab condominium for bees in recent times. My cousin noticed it while looking out the back window.
“You have a lot of bees on that backpack,” she noted. I took a look myself. Hell yeah I did. About 8 or 10 of them at quick count. I had to remedy this, as I had stuff to be grabbin' from said porsh. So, I figured I would throw the bag off the back porch and then go down and grab it and throw it in the dumpster.
I ran out and did so. I swiftly took the bag off the hook and tossed it onto the ground, 1 flight below. For payback I was promptly stung in the ear. Since it’s all cartilage it only hurt for a minute. It seemed, however, the early estimates of 8-10 bees was a little, shall we say, conservative.
After getting stung in the ear, I ran back into the apartment, and shut the glass door. I turned around and the porch was swarming with bees. I did what any man would do. I got some spray when I went out that afternoon and killed the flying bastards. Yea, it was ugly. Yes, I realize we’re all concerned where all the damn bees are going, which is fine, as long as it’s not on a satchel on my porch.
Oh, I did pick up the bag with a shovel and dump it in the trash. It’s a shame, it had a couple of cool buttons on it, but a couple buttons can’t compete with a bag load of bees.
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