Sue’s World

9/8/2010

Chastity and the Key

Filed under: My World — Sue @ 1:55 pm

My friend Chastity puts me to shame, she eats sensibly and exercises much more regularly than I, she also manages to get through the entire working week without one glass of wine

She is my example and I try to emulate her, even though she is 18 years my junior, which makes her of an age to be my daughter, a thought that is un-enticing to us both .

As a matter of fact I find that many of my younger companions, Whizz included, behave in a much more sensible manner than I. At one time I this made me feel down hearted and inadequate, but now, aged 55, I am rather proud of it.

Anyway, to get to the point: Sensible Chastity decided to go for a run (she can run 3.5 miles in 20 minutes whereas I jog 3 miles in 40 minutes). Because her trousers didn’t have a pocket, she slipped her house key where she always slips it, into the waist band.

She was almost home, rather red in the face and looking forward to a long cold glass of water, when she discovered that the key was missing. As she was in a field and out of view of the public she proceeded to check the inside of her trousers and her underwear to no avail. She hunted around in the grass but no, the key was lost.

Her neighbours, who kept a spare key, were both at work and to make matters worse she was due to go to the cinema with a friend that afternoon. The prospect of watching a rom com in sweaty knickers was less than appealing.

She continued home and, having satisfied herself that no windows had been left ajar and that despite her exercise she was not slim enough to enter through the cat flap, she called her afternoon friend for help.

“Come here”, cried the friend, “I’ll give you lunch and you can borrow something of mine until Camp (Chastity’s husband) comes home!” I need to diversify a little here to reassure you that the names Chastity and Camp do not suggest what you might be thinking they do. Camp, occasionally goes camping with his son Fame and Whizz and Mavis, hence his nickname. Chastity’s name will be explained anon.

The friend drove over to collect Chastity who had a quick wash and changed into some fresh clothes, they had a bite to eat and set off for the cinema.

After purchasing their tickets they decided, given the length of the film, that a stop at the loo would be advisable. Chastity entered a cubicle and dropped her knickers and, as she sat down, she heard a faint ‘clink’.  She rose to investigate and there, in the toilet pan, was her lost key! She had to plunge her hand into the disgusting bowl and fish out the key before emerging to explain very sheepishly to her friend what had happened. She still can’t understand where it came from, and I’d rather not think about that too deeply.

So now you know why she’s named Chastity. She has a key in her knickers!

7/7/2010

The ‘Diet’ Continues

Filed under: My World — Sue @ 8:13 pm

Apparently I haven’t written anything for ages about my weight loss so I’m about to put that right. I’m still doing a low carbohydrate diet but, because I started to stall – as we all do – I decided to change things a bit.

I was pointed at the following, slightly abbreviated, article by Matt Stone and decided to give carb cycling a whirl:

Originally Posted by Matt Stone
The Catecholamine Honeymoon

This post could be titled any number of things. Originally I had thought to call it Low Carb Honeymoon, as I have referred to that window of amazing energy and effortless, lean-tissue sparing fat loss experienced by many on their first flirtation with carbohydrate restriction. But carbohydrate restriction is really just one way of achieving an adrenal hormone buzz that provides unfathomably good results in the short-term while mysteriously disappearing later on.
Another is rigorous exercise. Another is fasting or intermittent fasting. Then you have just plain calorie restriction – which usually feels awesome and invigorating before the crash landing. Stimulants will do the trick as well. Ephedra was an amazing supplement for many people from what I understand. A happily-ever-after? I don’t think so.

Each of these techniques or diets relies upon one thing – and that is a rise in catecholamines. Catecholamines collectively refer to the stimulatory adrenal hormones – mostly epinephrine and norepinephrine. These hormones, when released, cause a rise in body temperature, a rise in mitochondrial activity, an increase in mental acuity, cognition, and alertness (or at least the feeling of being sharper even if you really aren’t), a huge rise in physical energy, the release of fat tissue from fat cells, a drop in appetite, and weight loss while feeling not only good – but far better than normal.

That’s what I experienced on low-carb (roughly 100 grams per day, which is different from Atkins induction levels of carbohydrates which can cause lean tissue losses), along with other unmistakable facets of being in a high-catecholamine state such as being incapable of sleeping for more than six hours per night, never feeling tired or so much as yawning during the day, having true Energizer bunny vitality, seeing a disappearance of allergies/asthma, having a disappearance of aches and pains, being in an absurdly good and stable mood, and so on. It was awesome. I thought I was Superman.

But guess what happens when you chronically elevate your adrenal hormones for months on end? Your adrenal gland receptors (adrenergic receptors) tend to downregulate, and all that circulating adrenal juice starts to become increasingly ineffective. In fact, the subjects of Ancel Keys’s calorie restriction study, by the end of the 1,700-calorie feeding period, were almost completely unresponsive to adrenaline injections!

“In 40 persons who received subcutaneous injections of 1 mg. of adrenalin there was extraordinarily little response to the drug.”

Either those adrenal receptors close (which is why stimulants are addictive, you feel tired when you are not on them after prolonged use, and it takes increasingly larger doses to get a high from them), or those glands themselves just get tired and start to shut down. Suddenly you start to get grouchy. Fat not only stops falling off of your body, but comes back. Your energy levels fall. Your blunted appetite becomes an insatiable appetite. And in my case, my asthma returned, I never felt rested no matter how much I slept, my skin health – once dramatically improved began to erode with breakouts here and there even while eating “cleanly,” and more.

Repeated bouts with high levels of exercise have resulted in the exact same short-term high followed by a long-term low as well. Intermittent fasting I suspect to be capable of the same – as it most certainly raises catecholamine levels which is precisely what makes it so effective for blunting appetite, burning fat, and keeping metabolism elevated (initially)…

…there will a considerable amount of focus coming up this summer on body composition, and how the effective strategies used for losing body fat (low-carb, IF, exercise, etc.) can be used in a way that potentially avoids the pitfalls or the dead ends of just simply “going on a low-carb diet” or “exercising a bunch.” http://www.leangains.blogspot.com/

A quick summary of those that have the best results reveals a theme emerging almost immediately – losing body fat must be done by raising the catecholamines. However, to keep your body from adapting to the surge in catecholamines, you MUST NOT be in weight loss mode 7 days per week. That’s why it’s the half-time dieters that manage to lose fat without (as much) negative consequence.

Part-time dieters can be filed into four basic categories…

1) Carb Cyclers

2) Re-Feeders

3) Intermittent Fasters

4) Exercisers

With carb cycling, you lose fat with a big rise in catecholamines while low in carbohydrates – then you eat tons of carbohydrates periodically throughout the week (once every 3 days for example, or once every 3 meals in the case of Jay Robb). This prevents adaptation somewhat, and allows you to get away with more fat loss than you would otherwise be able to get away with – and less rebound. You can also gain muscle on your high carbohydrate days and make some big changes to your appearance.

Re-feeders are basically cycling calories. They may spend 5 days losing weight, and 2 days gaining weight each week. By timing your overfeeding days with a good weightlifting session and extra carbohydrates, you can ensure that more of your excess calories end up in muscle tissue than fat. By keeping carbohydrates somewhat low while doing long-duration, low-intensity exercise during the underfeeding days, you can lose more fat than muscle while underfeeding. Thus, each week you can literally gain muscle and lose fat, and do so with minimal adaptation on behalf of your body.

Intermittent fasters are losing fat very rapidly while blunting appetite during the fasting period. Once again, this is due to big rises in catecholamines primarily. However, you’d destroy yourself in a hurry if you overdid this – and the fat loss/high catecholamine period is met with big meals and some good rest – usually following a workout in which you are burning maximal amounts of fat (towards the end of a 16-24 hour fasting period).

Then there are the exercisers, who raise catecholamines and burn fat during exercise, and lower catecholamines and replace fat after exercise. Those who do the most exercise and rest the least, lose fat the fastest but do the most damage and cause the most metabolic adaptation. Once again, you need both fat burning/high catecholamine spurts followed with rest and rehabilitation for it to work long time without working you over.

And of course the best approach is one that combines elements of all of those approaches in a very shrewd and sustainable manner with great caution and a great understanding of both anabolism (low-catecholamine states more or less) and catabolism (high-catecholamine states more or less).

The best out there currently appears to be Martin Berkhan of http://www.leangains.blogspot.com/

I have become very sceptical about all these theories but the above rang a bell with me. I have noticed when on previous diets that if I cheated, seemingly unaccountably, I would lose weight that week. This could be attributed to other reasons but it was enough to make me want to give it a try. Also, it’s more flexible as a continuous eating plan.

So what I now do is have 3 consecutive days of low carb followed by one day of raised carbs. I jog 2 – 3 times per week. At present I go 2.5 miles each time.

A typical low carb day would be:

Breakfast: 2 or 3 scrambled eggs and 2 good quality sausages

Lunch: cold chicken with the skin left on, salad (not too much tomato), dressing of full fat mayonnaise or something similar

Dinner: steak, cauliflower mash, cream sauce made with brandy and mushrooms

Drinks: De-caffeinated coffee, regular tea, skimmed milk, low calorie drinks, water

Treat: 4 squares (about 40g) of  chocolate with 85% cocoa solids.

 

On the higher carb days I might have:

Breakfast: 3 eggs scrambled on wholemeal toast without butter

Lunch similar to above but with a lower fat dressing followed by a bowl of strawberries

Dinner Similar to above but without the cream sauce and I might treat myself to some root vegetables or peas.

 

The general rule is to keep to below 50 grammes of carbs on a low carb day and just increase the carbs a bit and reduce the fat a bit on a high carb day.

The exercise adds to my fitness and helps fat burning and muscle building. According to Matt, it also helps keep my body ‘guessing’.

So far on my journey I have lost 39lbs. I haven’t done the carb cycling for long, only a couple of weeks, but it has jolted me back into gradual weight loss. I really enjoy my food and I have no cravings at all on this low carb way of life. This feels like a small miracle to someone who has binged all her life, treated food as a reward, an expression of love, a celebration and much more. Actually I still do the love and celebration bit but I don’t think of the occasions as opportunities to stuff myself full of everything I can.

As for alcohol, well I drink it. I stick mainly to spirits with low calorie mixers and I try only to drink at the weekend. Other than that I don’t stint myself at all.

Eating out can be harder and I inflict my way of eating on my family in as much as they can no longer go to McDonalds or KFC, but we do manage Pizza Hut where I can be found at the salad bar using one of my high carb days. Other, better restaurants are usually accommodating in that they will supply a side salad in place of the potatoes and vegetables. Pudding is the cheese board – no crackers of course.

So, there you have it: the latest bend in my meandering food trip. Will I read back over this in a few years’ time and think that I was mad, or will I still be eating this way and be a normal (for me) size 12? Watch this blog!

2/6/2010

Child Quote 8

Filed under: Child Quotes, My World — Sue @ 7:31 pm

Mavis gets older and the quotes become more risque!

Whizz, Mavis and I went for a small outing to a farm park, in the rain, 40 minutes drive away. This was not one of our more successful ideas but at least we were out as a family.

Mavis equipped herself with all the necessary gadgets to while away the travelling time. The I-phone had a version of The Simms on it.

I don’t know if you are familiar with The Simms. I only know what I have heard during the running commentary provided by Mavis for the entire 40 minute journey. It seems one adopts a persona and becomes a member of a virtual community. Mavis decided to be a nasty person. She then proceeded to enter other people’s houses via unlocked back doors, steal their food, use their toilets and sleep in their beds, sometimes while they were present.

Occasionally she would be asked questions on the touch screen like “What would you like to do?” with several options. It was one of these questions that made Whizz and I prick up our ears.

“Do you want to Woo Hoo?” Mavis, read from the screen.

“What’s Woo Hoo?” I asked innocently.

“I think it’s sex.” replied Mavis dubiously.

A few questions followed and we decided that yes, Woo Hoo was sex. I eyed Whizz “Is this suitable for a 10–year-old?” I muttered under my breath.

“Maybe not.” came the reply. But there wasn’t much we could do.

Mavis continued to sleep with anyone she could, and Whizz and I couldn’t help grinning at the commentary.

“I’m sleeping with Johnny.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Oh yes, it’s OK, we got married. Johnny says he thinks I’m getting romantic”

“Why does he think that?”

“I’ve just chosen ‘Hot Smooch.’ “ a pause as the screen is activated. “Do you want to Woo Hoo?”

another pause then…

“Touch anywhere to continue.”

8/3/2010

Psycho-puppy

Filed under: My World — Sue @ 5:51 pm

Whizz and I have spent months agonising over whether to buy a dog. First (for me at least) was Horace’s attitude to the decision. Horace had been flatly refused a dog when she was Mavis’s age. She is not Whizz’s daughter so I was anxious that she would not feel rejected if Mavis had a dog and she hadn’t been allowed one.

Secondly came the worry about how much we would be tied down. No more casual weekends away or holidays in the sun – well not for a while anyway.

The cats were a serious consideration. They are both old and used to their routine.

Then there was the cost: Dog, insurance, vet’s bills, food, damage and so on…

Next consideration, the upheaval and extra work involved in training a puppy. I spoke to lots of people, most of whom said Don’t do it! Followed some time later by But I wouldn’t be without him.

And that proved to be the crux of it. Not inconvenience, not cost, not the commitment but the love and life a dog would bring to our home.

We were careful to manage Mavis’s expectations. We would wait until the summer when the cats could go outside at night; we must be sure that we chose the right breed and character of dog, this may take some time so don’t expect one tomorrow.

Whizz and I had both had border collies crossed with something, in my case, a labrador. Both of us agreed that they were wonderful, intelligent pets. So as we lay in bed that night I said “How about a Lab/collie cross?” Whizz said “Good idea” and that was that.

The next day I started trawling the Internet to discover that that particular combination of breeds was pretty rare. Then I happened upon a litter, ready to leave their mother, on a farm in Lincolnshire (Miles away). I rang up and arranged the appointment for that afternoon. Again we firmly explained to Mavis that we might not get a dog, we were just looking and even if we chose one, we couldn’t take it away that day as we weren’t prepared at all.

We drove up, fell in love, paid a deposit and two days later went back to collect him. The most difficult thing was choosing his name. There were three of us to please and for each name two of us loved, the third one didn’t like. Mavis wanted to call him Dumbledore. Whizz and I drew the line at shouting “Come here Dumbledore” across the park. Then she wanted doughnut; Whizz didn’t like that. Whizz liked Skittle – I didn’t. I said we must decide on a name before we picked him up and we finally settled on Milo at the eleventh hour.

Milo, small

Who could resist him?

Unfortunately Whizz, who has been a bit short on work lately, found himself inundated, and is currently staying in Lowestoft, returning briefly for a few days before heading off to South Africa for three weeks. Sunday night was Whizz’s first night away and Mavis got the tummy ache. She was weeping and wailing while Milo was having a psychotic half hour. He attacked a cushion, I took it away, he grabbed another and tried to murder it. I took that away. Mavis was wailing “You don’t care about me, you only care about Milo!!” I tried to reassure her as I watched Milo squat down and pee on the carpet. I cleaned it up, Mavis groaned. I knew we must have a conversation about going to school in the morning and we started one of those debates that can only be had with a 10–year-old. “Mavis, you know this isn’t bad enough for a day off school.” Said I

“But what if I’m still ill in the morning, can I stay off then?”

“You’ll be fine in the morning now let’s get you to bed. Milo! No!!!!” I stopped him from joining us on the sofa and returned him to the floor from whence he sprung straight back up beside us. After several repetitions of this he finally got the message and with a sigh, slumped to the floor and dozed. Thank goodness!

Back to the discussion. I had an eye on the clock and was now thinking that it would be nigh on impossible to get Mavis up in the morning.  It was about 10.00pm. My resolve was weakening, after all she might really be ill. “OK,” I decided, “We’ll watch the end of Masterchef together (foodie as ever) then you can go to bed in my bed and I’ll ring the doctor tomorrow. If the doctor says you are well enough then you can go to school straight from the surgery.”

This morning we went to the doctor’s and she said Mavis had a raised temperature (.5 degrees) and a mysterious stomach pain that was not caused by her appendix or anything else serious. She said I should keep her at home until the pain went away. Talk about giving Mavis an open ticket to stay at home.

To be honest it’s been quite handy to have her at home. She has, of course, made a miraculous recovery and has willingly kept Milo entertained all day allowing me to plan for tomorrow when I have to do the work I didn’t manage to get done today. Cooking 24 portions of steak and kidney pie filling and 12 portions of steak and onion pie filling for our local pub.

The dog will have to howl his time away until I can return to clean him up and give him, and the house, some fresh air before returning to the pub kitchen. By the evening he will be stir crazy and I envisage a cushion battle occurring again!

7/12/2009

More Eyesight Problems

Filed under: My World — Sue @ 9:09 am

As you know by now, it was my mum’s 80th birthday this weekend and what a splendid affair it turned out to be. 24 people took over a lovely hotel and a smallish function room and, as proof of the amount of preparation made, had a wonderful and emotional evening.

The event started in the bar – of course – and I swanned down looking, I thought, rather svelte although if the video footage is anything to go by, I was a little mistaken. I would describe my appearance as I read my poem to my mother with my reading glasses at the end of my nose, as plump and middle aged. Ah well.

I had been up to our room to collect my glasses after an event in the bar. I was sipping my champagne when the waitress offered me a very blurry dish of nuts and olives. I chose the smallest nut and popped it into my mouth. It was an olive stone! Some ignorant person (fancy me having such a person in my family) had spat out their stone and PUT IT BACK IN THE DISH! You know who you are.

The following morning and feeling a little the worse for wear – although not as bad as some – our bedroom began to resemble a railway station as people arrived with Christmas presents for us to take home with us. Then my mobile telephone (cell phone) began to ring. As usual I wasn’t wearing my glasses so couldn’t see who was ringing. I thrust the phone into Whizz’s face and demanded in frustration ‘Who’s this calling me now?’

He squinted his eyes to focus on the screen, an enquiring expression on his face. ‘It’s err…’ his face changed to one of astonishment ‘ME!’.

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