Monday, August 20, 2012
What I've Been Eating.
Monday, August 20th, 2012
8:00 am. Breakfast: A short instant coffee (I really need to quit these), green tea, egg whites and one piece of buttered toast, fat free Greek yogurt with almonds, honey, and fruit.
It's 10:30am and I'm kinda hungry. Could really go for some peanut butter granola right now.
10:51 a.m. Noshing on baby carrot sticks. (Cray-cray. I'm eatimg carrots, here!)
11:30 a.m. I am ready for lunch. Starved. Also, super tired. Craving a decent, strong coffee.
Saturday, August 18th, 2012.
Lunch: A small salad and seasoned cajun salmon.
Dinner: A small salad and lean beef short ribs.
Sunday, August 19th, 2012
Breakfast: Instant coffee, fat free Greek yogurt with almonds and fruit.
Lunch: A small salad and a half lean pastrami sandwich.
Mid-afternoon thing: An iced dirty chai with nonfat milk, decaf espresso.
Dinner: A tray of fish cake sushi. (I was on the run.)
The rest of dinner: Spicy pork belly.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Happy Friday, August 17th, and What I Ate.
Friday, August 17th. 2012.
Breakfast
Coffee (instant, which I'm SURE is worse for you than regular drip), a banana, granola bar (it was a rushed morning).
Mid-morning: special K bar in chocolate drizzle flavor. A few raw baby carrot sticks.
Lunch
A salad of romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes, shredded carrots, cucumbers, broccoli, and croutons. A half pastrami and lettuce sandwich on whole grain bread.
SO I have always been a firm believer in eating healthier, and just cranking up the exercise when getting back into shape - all diets seem to just be temporary and transient in results. BUT my old system (eat alright, exercise more) hasn't been proving to be successful, since apparently my metabolism has gone to shit, I think.
Anyhow, am going to give the no starch, low-carbohydrates business a go of it - you've probably heard of it. Cutting out the processed foods and refined sugars, included in the exclusions will be: rice, pasta, bread, pastries (gasp!), granola bars, crackers and such.
Some of the deets include that you're supposed to cut out the caffeine. So, considering the instant coffee packet (with already mixed in sugar and creamer powders), the granola bar, special K bar, and the handful of M&Ms I just ate, today is kinda shot. Not completely: see LUNCH above, but kinda.
Living in Los Angeles, on my own, this is a daunting task. I loooooooooooooooove food. I anxiously anticipate the moments when I splurge (dietetically speaking) on In-N-Out burgers and fries, Village Pizzeria's pesto pizza (positively soul-satisfying), garlic fries (anywhere), banh mi sandwiches (on French bread, ahem), heaping bowls of pad thai, berry blossom cakes from Susina, and the green tea and honey cupcake from Yummy Cupcakes, Martino's teacakes, all pies in the greater LA area, ho dduk pancakes, all waffles and all pancakes, croissants, om(elet) rice, mouthwateringly spicy and crispy Mandarin orange chicken, Kogi burritos with sriracha sauce. AND, paired with the ever-growing list of delicacies that I plan to try: Sharlene Fong's bacon maple doughnut (or anything from Semi Sweet Bakery), Joe's Pizza, Baco Mercat's many distinctly flavored dishes, Starry Kitchen's new venture at Tiara Cafe, everything I haven't ordered yet at Jitlada, et cetera, et cetera.
Will have to learn more about this diet - although the concept is quite simple, and makes sense: eat more natural foods, that grow from the ground, instead of stuff that's been manufactured and chemically altered to be packaged into a "food item."
I've decided to call it: Operation: Fit Back Into My Clothes (OFBIMC). Or maybe, Operation: Lose My Ass (OLMA).
Will have to remember to take more pictures of what I'm eating.
Never been on a diet.
Yikes.
Breakfast
Coffee (instant, which I'm SURE is worse for you than regular drip), a banana, granola bar (it was a rushed morning).
Mid-morning: special K bar in chocolate drizzle flavor. A few raw baby carrot sticks.
Lunch
A salad of romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes, shredded carrots, cucumbers, broccoli, and croutons. A half pastrami and lettuce sandwich on whole grain bread.
SO I have always been a firm believer in eating healthier, and just cranking up the exercise when getting back into shape - all diets seem to just be temporary and transient in results. BUT my old system (eat alright, exercise more) hasn't been proving to be successful, since apparently my metabolism has gone to shit, I think.
Anyhow, am going to give the no starch, low-carbohydrates business a go of it - you've probably heard of it. Cutting out the processed foods and refined sugars, included in the exclusions will be: rice, pasta, bread, pastries (gasp!), granola bars, crackers and such.
Some of the deets include that you're supposed to cut out the caffeine. So, considering the instant coffee packet (with already mixed in sugar and creamer powders), the granola bar, special K bar, and the handful of M&Ms I just ate, today is kinda shot. Not completely: see LUNCH above, but kinda.
Living in Los Angeles, on my own, this is a daunting task. I loooooooooooooooove food. I anxiously anticipate the moments when I splurge (dietetically speaking) on In-N-Out burgers and fries, Village Pizzeria's pesto pizza (positively soul-satisfying), garlic fries (anywhere), banh mi sandwiches (on French bread, ahem), heaping bowls of pad thai, berry blossom cakes from Susina, and the green tea and honey cupcake from Yummy Cupcakes, Martino's teacakes, all pies in the greater LA area, ho dduk pancakes, all waffles and all pancakes, croissants, om(elet) rice, mouthwateringly spicy and crispy Mandarin orange chicken, Kogi burritos with sriracha sauce. AND, paired with the ever-growing list of delicacies that I plan to try: Sharlene Fong's bacon maple doughnut (or anything from Semi Sweet Bakery), Joe's Pizza, Baco Mercat's many distinctly flavored dishes, Starry Kitchen's new venture at Tiara Cafe, everything I haven't ordered yet at Jitlada, et cetera, et cetera.
Will have to learn more about this diet - although the concept is quite simple, and makes sense: eat more natural foods, that grow from the ground, instead of stuff that's been manufactured and chemically altered to be packaged into a "food item."
I've decided to call it: Operation: Fit Back Into My Clothes (OFBIMC). Or maybe, Operation: Lose My Ass (OLMA).
Will have to remember to take more pictures of what I'm eating.
Never been on a diet.
Yikes.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
In other news: I'm getting fat.
Last week, I went to Jitlada on Sunset Blvd. on Tuesday night.
First, the food there is of the life-altering, salivating, can't-stop-thinking-about-it for days afterwards ilk.
The next day, I went to Baco Mercat. My friend and I ordered 3 dishes. We then went to a boba place after that.
Lest you be presuming that I am just another obese American, let me paint you a fuller picture: I bring lunches to work almost every day, make a point of at least eating something for breakfast, and never eat fast food.
I also went running four times last week. To no avail: I'm getting fatter. WTF?! Something has happened in the past 6-8 months - my metabolism has slowed/gone to shit, and no matter how much I watch what I eat and all the exercise I've been consciously and actively adding into my week, results have been slow and few if any.
Hence - this week's and last week's 'fuck-this' mentailty.
Maybe I should start documenting what I'm eating.
WHAT I ATE
Today, Thursday, August 16th, 2012.
Breakfast: Tortilla espanola aka spanish potato omelet with salt and ketchup.
Mid-morning: A cup of plain Greek yogurt with muesli, a short coffee.
Lunch: Peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich on wheat bread. A handful of multi-grain crackers. One tall iced, nonfat caramel macchiato (see pictured).
Also, while I was at my freelance gig today, applied to 14 jobs. Was a slow day.
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ADDED: Dinner: I had buckwheat (soba) noodles with cajun-seasoned salmon. Fresh watermelon. So begins my healthy eating.
NOTE TO SELF: Eat more fish!
First, the food there is of the life-altering, salivating, can't-stop-thinking-about-it for days afterwards ilk.
The next day, I went to Baco Mercat. My friend and I ordered 3 dishes. We then went to a boba place after that.
Lest you be presuming that I am just another obese American, let me paint you a fuller picture: I bring lunches to work almost every day, make a point of at least eating something for breakfast, and never eat fast food.
I also went running four times last week. To no avail: I'm getting fatter. WTF?! Something has happened in the past 6-8 months - my metabolism has slowed/gone to shit, and no matter how much I watch what I eat and all the exercise I've been consciously and actively adding into my week, results have been slow and few if any.
Hence - this week's and last week's 'fuck-this' mentailty.
Maybe I should start documenting what I'm eating.
WHAT I ATE
Today, Thursday, August 16th, 2012.
Breakfast: Tortilla espanola aka spanish potato omelet with salt and ketchup.
Mid-morning: A cup of plain Greek yogurt with muesli, a short coffee.
Lunch: Peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich on wheat bread. A handful of multi-grain crackers. One tall iced, nonfat caramel macchiato (see pictured).
Also, while I was at my freelance gig today, applied to 14 jobs. Was a slow day.
--
ADDED: Dinner: I had buckwheat (soba) noodles with cajun-seasoned salmon. Fresh watermelon. So begins my healthy eating.
NOTE TO SELF: Eat more fish!
Better than this.
Sometimes I can't help but think that I'm meant for something greater than this. This place. This (temp) job. This apartment. This neighborhood. These flaky friends.
I'm temping this week. I'm covering an assistant's desk until they fill the position. It's been about a month, and I've mentally checked out awhile ago. I feel depressed. And, at the moment, bloated and fat. Obese, even.
People's true colors do show - certain execs will treat you differently, or as if you're invisible, depending on who they believe you are and the power you have. This one dick, whose office I actually temped in before, had the nerve to never acknowledge me in the office - in hallways, as he was passing by, or talking to the other exec whose office I was currently supporting.
People's true colors show.
Do I think I'm better than this job?
Yes.
Do I think I'm better than this studio loft apartment in North Hollywood?
Yes.
Do I deserve better than the selfish, flaky, habitually late and disrespectful, boring, self-absorbed-drones that some might call my friends?
Yes.
I've realized that I don't really want to hang out with anybody. I don't like the friends that I have. I'm so sick of them. So sick of people complaining all the time, talking about themselves all the time. No one listens. No one listens to what I have to say, or even asks how I'm doing, but will go on and on about themselves when I inquire about them.
People are selfish fucks. But who am I to say that, because everyone's selfish, myself included? I've just gotten sick of it.
Maybe it's because I'm turning 30 next year, and something happened in my 20s. I don't want to play the game anymore; I don't feel like keeping up these worthless surface friendships for appearances's sake; I don't want to waste precious time with disingenuous people.
I've been hitting the trails and running four times a week and watching what I eat. Do I deserve better results than the body I currently have?
Fuck, yeah.
Am I better than those selfish fucks around me that I am sick of hearing wax eternally on with nothing to say?
Yeah.
Today, I say, fuck it.
Fuck patience.
Fuck humility.
Fuck the long and tireless road of working hard, hoping someone will notice.
I'm temping this week. I'm covering an assistant's desk until they fill the position. It's been about a month, and I've mentally checked out awhile ago. I feel depressed. And, at the moment, bloated and fat. Obese, even.
People's true colors do show - certain execs will treat you differently, or as if you're invisible, depending on who they believe you are and the power you have. This one dick, whose office I actually temped in before, had the nerve to never acknowledge me in the office - in hallways, as he was passing by, or talking to the other exec whose office I was currently supporting.
People's true colors show.
Do I think I'm better than this job?
Yes.
Do I think I'm better than this studio loft apartment in North Hollywood?
Yes.
Do I deserve better than the selfish, flaky, habitually late and disrespectful, boring, self-absorbed-drones that some might call my friends?
Yes.
I've realized that I don't really want to hang out with anybody. I don't like the friends that I have. I'm so sick of them. So sick of people complaining all the time, talking about themselves all the time. No one listens. No one listens to what I have to say, or even asks how I'm doing, but will go on and on about themselves when I inquire about them.
People are selfish fucks. But who am I to say that, because everyone's selfish, myself included? I've just gotten sick of it.
Maybe it's because I'm turning 30 next year, and something happened in my 20s. I don't want to play the game anymore; I don't feel like keeping up these worthless surface friendships for appearances's sake; I don't want to waste precious time with disingenuous people.
I've been hitting the trails and running four times a week and watching what I eat. Do I deserve better results than the body I currently have?
Fuck, yeah.
Am I better than those selfish fucks around me that I am sick of hearing wax eternally on with nothing to say?
Yeah.
Today, I say, fuck it.
Fuck patience.
Fuck humility.
Fuck the long and tireless road of working hard, hoping someone will notice.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Talked to Mom.
Watched Jeff Who Lives At Home. Felt kinda bummed.
Talked to my Mom. Hung up feeling depressed. For some reason she's been a downer, and I've been avoiding her phone calls.
Rented Tiny Furniture on iTunes.
Talked to my Mom. Hung up feeling depressed. For some reason she's been a downer, and I've been avoiding her phone calls.
Rented Tiny Furniture on iTunes.
Sprezzatura.
Sprezzatura. Noun.
Studied nonchalance: perfect conduct or performance of something (as an artistic endeavor) without apparent effort.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
It's my 29th birthday tomorrow.
I can't help but think of everything that lies ahead of me - everything, that, I hope to God, is certain to lie ahead of me.
I can't help but think of all the things I have not yet accomplished, how tragically much everything means to me, how many disappointments people have showed themselves to be.
Back in LA, again. Back to the hustle, the dreams, the rough roads, the ups and downs and the jumping through hoops and more hoops. We're back here, I guess.
So it's here, again. Things are uncertain, unpredictable, unstable.
The truth is, I've been stacking up the credit card bills. I've decided to start temping again, while pursuing real estate part-time.
I'm almost 30 years old. No one ever tells you that the moments of self-doubt never seem to die out - there's always some strain of it around, and kicks up from time to time.
I've decided, also, that this is it - 2012. This is my year. This is the year that it's going to happen. This is the year that it's happening. This is my year.
2012, baby.
And if no one buys me cake tomorrow, I'll buy it myself.
I can't help but think of everything that lies ahead of me - everything, that, I hope to God, is certain to lie ahead of me.
I can't help but think of all the things I have not yet accomplished, how tragically much everything means to me, how many disappointments people have showed themselves to be.
Back in LA, again. Back to the hustle, the dreams, the rough roads, the ups and downs and the jumping through hoops and more hoops. We're back here, I guess.
So it's here, again. Things are uncertain, unpredictable, unstable.
The truth is, I've been stacking up the credit card bills. I've decided to start temping again, while pursuing real estate part-time.
I'm almost 30 years old. No one ever tells you that the moments of self-doubt never seem to die out - there's always some strain of it around, and kicks up from time to time.
I've decided, also, that this is it - 2012. This is my year. This is the year that it's going to happen. This is the year that it's happening. This is my year.
2012, baby.
And if no one buys me cake tomorrow, I'll buy it myself.
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