Non-carbohydrate

[azurelunatic]

Decided to refuel after coming home and crashing. To my surprise, I was only able to eat half the amount of leftover beef stroganoff that I thought I'd be able to. Lunch tomorrow, I guess.

I could stand to lose the weight.

I am sick of not commenting in my journal about losing weight. I haven't been because it's been my belief, whether based on experience or just expectations, that I'm suddenly going to get a horde of self-proclaimed feminists riding my ass about body image and unrealistic expectations. Listen, bitches. You don't know me, haven't met me. I am not a Barbie doll. Nor am I comfortable with my body as it is. I would not be happy with a Barbie body. I would be quite content at my high school weight of 200 (when I wanted to be 180, which would have made me look like a Barbie doll with my bone structure). I'm not a high school chick anymore. I'd like to look that way again. I would like to work out more. I would like to regulate my eating habits to something sane and reasonable, not all over the place. But anybody who makes ANY comments that I consider obnoxious, ill-informed, insulting.... you can comment. Sure, go ahead. If you'd like to see the comment deleted, and, depending on the comment and my mood, perhaps get you banned from commenting and off my friends list if you're on it....

"Bitches" applies to men too.

And I don't need any obnoxious posts of agreement about me losing weight either. Those get you banned faster.

Comments

[amberite.livejournal.com]

Making your body more like your self-image as an act of Will = mucho cool. It's a good thing because it makes you happy, not because it makes you 'better'. I honestly don't notice how much people weigh most of the time, and I certainly don't judge them by it, but I can applaud any ritual transformative process undertaken by people I care about, and often changing your body (or just the way you treat it) is an act of magick.

Making your body more enjoyable to live in is a more important thing.

Eating right can be a goal in itself. Has been, for me, lately. I'm not watching fat, just avoiding simple sugars and additives, trying to eat foods that are mostly composed of food and maintaining a balance of nutrients. I haven't had any weight problems for a couple of years, but only recently started eating to please my body, and the difference in how I feel is refreshing.

[azurelunatic]

You can really tell how I'm feeling by what I'm eating.

If I'm generally happy, whatever it is is likely more what is good for me. If I'm not ... some days I feel certain that I go out of my way to eat Bad Things. And of course my Bad Things differ from other people's...

I should really know to avoid maraschino cherries. I'm not sure what they do to the rest of my body (nor do I really care to look into it) but they don't even taste all that wonderful, and more than one or two leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.

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[amberite.livejournal.com]

They're embalming fluid for the cheap!

Okay, maybe I exaggerate. :-)

My weakness is ice cream. It fools my body into thinking it's not simple sugar -- I think it's the dairy that does that -- and so my own physical-awareness shutoff doesn't catch on quite so quickly.

Try getting *real* cherries when you want maraschino cherries. I've found that the more I eat good whole foods, the less I want poor imitations . . . and it's cherry season. Mmm. I'm remembering going through a box of the things with mythrian in the car on the way to Pennsylvania. Funny, that -- California cherries tasted better on the East Coast than they have here, the times I've had 'em since.

[azurelunatic]

Ice cream and I aren't getting along now. I think it's the dairy. Evil.

I prefer real cherries by far. They just aren't *there*.

[calligrafiti.livejournal.com]

Sing it, sister!

I'm actually glad there are people out there saying that we shouldn't get hung up over society's expectations of body type. But when they presume to tell me (or you) what I should feel, even in the other direction, well that's where I get off the bus. I feel that way about well-intentioned feminists (or other folks with an agenda) telling me I shouldn't strip, fuck who I want, have kids, refuse to have kids, or any of the other hundreds of decisions that should and do come down to me. Screw 'em.

Oh, wait. I'm a feminist. Eh, screw 'em anyway.

[azurelunatic]

Exactly. Who the hell are they, presuming to think for me or make my decisions? And how well-managed are their own skeletons?