The Hospital Food Diet

•October 16, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Well, I managed the Thanksgiving/Birthday weekend only gaining one pound even though I was given five cakes between my family and work. Turkey, gravy and potatoes were limited since I got full very quickly but that may have been the glass of wine while cooking. But that is all behind me now (or maybe on my behind – ha ha ha). This will be my last day of work for a while. Tomorrow I have surgery to replace my right shoulder.

food tray

It’s a good thing, bad thing, right? Good, as in no more pain and lots of movement and bad because I have to have surgery and hospital food. I don’t know how many people who read this have ever had to stay overnight at a hospital but the food is one of the reasons anyone would want to be at home rather than in the hospital. The picture at the right is an inaccurate meal. I’ve never had fresh tiny tomatoes and the green pepper should have had the pit removed. Sigh, for marketing purposes only. Oh yeah, plastic cutlery, too.

I’ve been able to sample hospital food since I was 17 and going through a series of kidney investigations. Then, at 20, my knee and two hospitals and even though you get a menu there isn’t much to choose from, chicken or fish; hot cereal for breakfast or a hardboiled egg? ICK! Then many more. What have I learned about hospital cuisine? It’s nutritious if you eat it all, but it’s usually cold and tasteless. The coffee sucks so I ask friends and family to bring me a nice cup of dark roast, black coffee and I only order tea. I can leave the bag in long enough to get a decent cuppa. But I am looking forward to rebooting my 3 meals 2 snacks a day plan.

The hospital nutritionist likes apples. I like apples. I can ask my family to bring me Greek yogurt. I like Greek yogurt. I will sample what they feed me but if I don’t like it, I will do without and not replace it with A&W Chubby Chicken strips or Cheese Pringles. So wish me well in my rebuild, both my shoulder and my diet. I’m not very dextrous with my left hand so I have no idea how long it will be before I post again.

Many thanks to my family, friends, co-workers and especially my students at the Saanich Adult Education Centre. I go into the hospital 6 am tomorrow carrying with me: love, wishes, prayers, hugs, smiles and a ton and half of strength! I couldn’t be luckier. Hopefully a couple of pounds will fall off, too. I won’t be able to cook for weeks.

Thanks for listening.  ;D  Diane

My Birthday Guilt Puppy

•October 12, 2014 • 5 Comments
The Birthday Guilt Puppy

The Birthday Guilt Puppy

I’m going to post my Birthday Guilt Puppy before my Thanksgiving dinner so that I can pledge to you and myself that I will eat exact portions of what I serve today; I will journal everything I ingest; And I will minimize, but not deny myself, the high calorie food like cake.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving and thanks for listening,   ;D  Diane

The Turkey Threat!

•October 11, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I am making the turkey. I make a very nice turkey and do it at least three times a year. I really like turkey, the fixings and the leftovers. I guess having the family over is nice, too. But truly have to worry about the amount and kind of food I eat with it. My two daughters can actually eat 5 pounds of whipped potatoes if there’s turkey gravy involved. Sigh.

The Ultimate Bacon Turkey - A work of art

The Ultimate Bacon Turkey – A work of art

I’ve bought the sausage for the stuffing I’m making with carrot poppy-seed bread. I have some beautiful yams for the Fireball Yams and Leanne is bringing the veggies and Shauna is bringing the pie and a cake. Yep, tomorrow is also my birthday. This happens quite often for me, that my birthday falls somewhere on the Thanksgiving weekend but only once every 7 years right on the day. So, even though it’s my birthday I will  be making the turkey. But we all know what calories and inactivity turkey days bring. The constant snacking, the leftover sandwiches with lots of mayo, the hot turkey sandwiches with gravy and mashed potatoes and…bread! My goodness it doesn’t stop for almost a week. So, as we head into Thanksgiving I want to give thanks to my family for being there for me through thick and thin (I’m still working on the thin part); to my friends for loving me and putting up with my many moods, hospitalizations and very bad jokes; to my co-workers and students for making feel so wanted, valued and useful. Many thanks to my readers and followers for validating my rantings and thoughts. But I am most thankful to the great power that makes all the world go round. Thanks for listening!  ;D   Diane   Link for recipe for Fireball Yams:

Revenge of the Cheese Bread – Pain 9, Weight Loss 4

•October 8, 2014 • 2 Comments

cheesbreadI’ve been served another refresher lesson about bread and my poor gut. It was a Thursday and we had received our load of wonderful baked goods from Breadstuffs Bakery and there were muffins, scones, bagels, buns, three kinds of multigrain breads and two loaves of cheese bread. Our students had a great time. MMMmmm… me? I know I cannot eat much bread (it seems to create a “Ripley “ that cannot process through my gut very well). I have a childhood love of cheese bread toasted with lots of butter melting into it. I was really good with my eating during the previous week and thought just one piece wouldn’t set me back too far or block my poor intestines. So I toasted one up and it was pure food heaven. I went home and was pretty good, dietarily, all that night. The next day was Friday and at the end of the day we encourage the students to take all the bread and stuff home so it will get eaten and not go bad. Guess what? There were a couple of loaves of multigrain left so I put them in the freezer for Monday but there, sitting and looking directly at me was a whole loaf of cheese bread (sliced, so it was even more attractive). I gave it a home.

I knew it would be a while before Norm was home so I had a couple of pieces, toasted. Mmmm I can still remember the homey, comforting feeling it gave me. So, I had another. I knew I had to stop so I did. But, it was too late, I could already feel the dread block of white flour just below my poor little stomach. Yes, it was stuck in my gut. I wasn’t in pain yet but I knew that would come later if I couldn’t get the stuff to move its way through my digestive system. I went for a short walk, walking would help, right? I came home and had a big drink of water. I was becoming uncomfortable and when I looked down I could see that my stomach area was sticking out farther than my boobs. Oh oh, I was in trouble. Pain was starting, too.

I changed into my size 5X t-shirt (it’s old, hangs down to my knees and I swear I could crawl into it through the sleeve, but I love it) and ancient, very loose exercise pants and went to bed. It takes a long time for food to move through my gut so I massaged my moving lump trying to encourage it to flatten out and move. But our intestines are coiled tubes that go back and forth through an enclosed space trying to use peristalsis to move food along. It takes time and along the way our efficient body takes nutrients out and moves what is left to our colon. Norm had come home by then and I told him I wasn’t feeling good and was going to stay in bed. I got up, took my meds including a nice pain-killer, poured a bedside mug of ice water and crawled into bed and went to sleep flat on my back.

It was a restless, pain-filled night and when I got up in the morning. I wasn’t feeling any better. Sigh, I guess I now had a mild blockage of the innards. I say “mild” because I know what moderate (nasal gastric tube) and a severe (surgery) blockages are. It would pass. So I got myself a fresh mug of ice water, took my meds and went back to bed for all of Saturday.

By Sunday I could get up and do a few things but I got exhausted quickly and managed some yogurt then some home-made soup. But, by suppertime I was ready for bed again and I could feel the wonderful Ripley heading for my transverse colon. (Isn’t it weird when you know way too much about your own body and its processes. I think it’s weird.)

Monday I wasn’t too bad so I went to work and felt better as the day went on and kept to my “good girl” diet. The “good girl” diet is the one where I eat like I’m supposed to and journal it all! My food journal had been pretty empty since Friday. Tuesday went the same way and I managed a nice walk at work, too, twice around the track. On Wednesday I had a doctor’s appointment. Dr Fretz was away for two weeks (Hmmm she’s beginning to take a lot more “breaks” as she gets closer to my retirement age.) so I met with Dr. Smith. I explained about my “Ripley” and he checked my tummy but it was all soft and burbling and that was very good. I got weighed and had lost 4 pounds! Yahoo! Not the way I want to lose weight but I’ll take it. Now I have to work to keep on the downward track.

Good weigh-in

Down 4!

I can do it. I will do it. I’m avoiding the bread again and even managed not to pig out on fry bread this past week. The smell of fresh fry bread drives me to distraction but a well-placed Granny Smith apple helped me over that hurdle. Sorry about the mixed metaphors, I’m on a roll but not a dinner roll.

The next challenge is Thanksgiving and birthday stuff. The Ripley is not invited. Thanks for listening. ;D  Diane

The Dream Of Pirate Boots

•October 4, 2014 • Leave a Comment

PirateFrom the time I was a little girl and saw all kinds of pirate movies I wanted a pair of boots that would go over my knees. Even fat little girls could dream about things like that. Didn’t everyone want to be a pirate? The ’60s had shiny hooker-styles that looked unbelievably bad on a fat 13-year-old. The 70’s brought beautiful suede boots with fringes that I couldn’t even get my legs into. The 80’s, did they even have boots? The 90’s and I’m not going anywhere near tall Doc Martins no matter what colour they were. The turn of the Millennium brought knee-high, pointed toes, skinny calf, spike heel boots – Ha! I said! Ha!

Pirate Boots

The boots I tried on!!!

But here it is 2014 and tall boots are being made with wide calves, low heels, over the knee and size 11. Just for me! Finally I get to buy some for myself. I got a 50% off coupon because it’s my birthday month and when I found these boots I was so excited I almost cried. They have been a fantasy of mine since I was that little girl wanting to be a pirate and these were the boots. I had my skinny jeans on (the jeans not me) and slipped the boots on over them. I stood up. They not only fit, they felt great. I walked over to the full-length, 180° mirror and started to laugh. The boots looked great, I didn’t. They went over the front of my knee and made my legs look so short I looked 4 feet tall. I did not look like a pirate or a cool, fashionable woman or even a wannabe. I looked silly. Oh well, I bought a great sweater and called it a day.

Thanks for listening.  ;D  Diane

You Look Like You’ve Lost Weight

•September 27, 2014 • Leave a Comment

lost Weight?One of the nicest things I could ever hear is, “You look like you’ve lost weight.” and when Dr. Amson said it to me Thursday morning it was glorious. He’s the bariatric surgeon who did my sleeve gastrectomy 4 years ago. I had lost weight since I saw him last but only 4 pounds. Sigh! But my BMI is lower which means I’ve lost fat! (Insert loud cheer here.) It meant even more because that morning my husband said I was looking thinner. WOW! I wonder what has changed. Four pounds can’t look that different, can it?

I have been getting exhausted and then very cranky/depressed (small “d” depressed but depressed) because of the pain I’ve been having and how am I going to get all my work done before shoulder surgery. I’m worried that my students won’t get the help they need (or maybe they’ll get better help than I could give them). But self-doubt is one of the facets of myself I am overcoming. In fact, if people keep giving me all these compliments I may actually believe I look as young as I act. I am much better at saying “thank you” than I am at denying the compliment.

But, even though my joints are making walking and swimming a “non-doable” part of my regimen, Dr Amson told me to walk in water. Damn, I can’t get any respite. I CAN walk in water and on Monday morning, on my way to work I will walk in water and believe I am walking on water.

So, on that note, thanks for listening.  ;D   Diane


How To Lose That Baby Weight!

•September 17, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I saw this title in the banner advertising on Facebook and it made me laugh – a lot! I’ve never been able to lose my baby weight and my baby is 30. All the article said was to get active right after you had the baby. Get involved in some sort of aerobic activity blended with weights. You are also supposed to eat healthy (we’ve never heard that before), drink lots of water especially if you’re nursing (they didn’t say whether that was over the recommended 8 glasses or not) and get lots of sleep (with a new baby, HA!). To burn actual weight they suggested that you burn off more calories than you take in (duh).

Then there are all the crunches, lunges, and planking to flatten the stomach. Yikes! Running with the baby (in a very expensive jogging stroller) is also encouraged.

I took yoga before and after my first baby was born and it was nice and she got to be with me in her baby carrier. It wasn’t so easy to do with the second. I did get a fair amount of Toddler Aerobics with Shauna not 2 yet while I was pregnant with Leanne. But I enjoyed every minute of it. Of course there is another way to make sure the baby weight is gone – don’t let them move back in!

Now, to get back my pre-pregnancy body. This will not be possible unless I can steal one. I can lose the baby weight; the 30-something weight; the OMG I’m 40 weight, the CHANGE weight, and maybe I’ll be down even lower than when I got pregnant so many years ago. I’m on my way and I am very positive I can do it.

Thanks for listening.  ;D Diane


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