Client loves Recently Completed Remunerative Project. Claims disbursement is on its way.
Whew!
My bank account needs that transfusion.
###
Other than that, I was very lazy yesterday & did absolutely nothing but binge Industry’s third season, eat high-caloric food, & vacuum the Patrizia-torium.
I deliberately ate high-caloric food because I weighed myself yesterday for the first time in a while. Noted I am down another 10 pounds. Wondered about it.
###
When my Hashimoto’s was diagnosed a year or so ago, I made some dietary changes: Thyroid deficiencies are linked with high cholesterol (because thyroid hormones kickstart the liver to filter cholesterol from the bloodstream.) My thyroid was pumping out virtually nothing & my cholesterol was high—which appalled me: People with high cholesterol are officially old, right? I don’t mind being 72, but I don’t want to be old.
High cholesterol also panicked me. I don’t mind dying (though I would prefer a comparatively painless death), but I would really hate to stroke out.
Anyway, I made a bunch of dietary changes.
Gave up dairy. (Cheese! I yearn for your taste, your smell…)
Became a de facto vegetarian—meaning I didn’t intentionally give up meat, just (for the most part) stopped eating it.
Cut wayyyyyy back on my processed sugar consumption. (I have a ferocious sweet tooth, so I’m never gonna give up sugar entirely.)
Upped my water intake.
The result of all these changes was that I shed 25 pounds rather effortlessly.
They were 25 pounds I could benefit from losing, so you know, good.
###
The other thing that happened was that I decathected from food entirely.
Stopped thinking about eating.
Did not eat.
Around four o’clock in the afternoon, might notice that my hands were shaking.
Oh, of course, I would think. You haven’t ingested anything in over 20 hours. Your blood sugar is low.
I don’t know if I would call this “anorexia” per se: Seems to me that anorexics are just as obsessed with food as compulsive over-eaters; they’re just on the opposite side of that imaginary integer line. I just never thought about eating. But certainly, it was—is—a kind of functional anorexia.
Anyway, this last 10 pounds seemed to have melted off in three weeks—which alarmed me.
Waitaminnet, I thought. Is this cachexia? Do I like have cancer?
So, when I scurried off to weigh myself again this morning, I was relieved to see that I had gained three pounds!
Whew!
Donkey Body (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
smokingboot™) is not consuming itself from the inside out.
I can go back to ignoring food.
###
Another cool, grey day, though the rains aren’t supposed to start till this evening.
I need another bookshelf so I can unpack & display all the objets d’art still in boxes in one of my closets.
The Patrizia-torium is really the only intentional space in this house; the rest of it is kind of like a Bro-World theme park.
Iggy has this notion that the relentless pursuit of Bro will magically protect him against aging, so the downstairs of the house is filled with ugly couches hiding half-eaten bags of Pepperidge Farm goldfish, giant bowls brimming with bubble gum wrappers, a dining room table that always has fingerprints, crumbs, and half-consumed food on it, an enormous TV, shoes & sweatshirts scattered about Hansel-&-Gretel-like, electronic boy toys galore—though I’ve never seen either Iggy or the Spawn actually play with any of them.
They do watch television.
Lots and lots of television.
###
RTT is like the embodiment of Bro, so it’s an aesthetic I’m very familiar with.
I love RTT more than my own heartbeat, but his idea of doing stuff together whenever I go up to Ithaca to visit him is to plop me down on his couch—he and Iggy clearly shop at the same Bro-World Furniture Superstore—and make me watch endless YouTube videos on his giant TV.
This is not something I enjoy doing.
It doesn’t surprise me that Iggy is so into Bro; Bro is the new Peter Pan, & Iggy really loathes the aging process.
But it is a bit paradoxical given that Iggy has such a fastidious personality: He’s very particular about what he likes and what he doesn’t like, and there’s no middle ground. That degree of fastidiousness typically bespeaks a more intentional aesthetic.
Maybe his Bro aesthetic is an intentional construct!
Kinda like my dietary regimen.
Neither of us wants to be old.
And I suppose I shouldn’t judge.
Whew!
My bank account needs that transfusion.
###
Other than that, I was very lazy yesterday & did absolutely nothing but binge Industry’s third season, eat high-caloric food, & vacuum the Patrizia-torium.
I deliberately ate high-caloric food because I weighed myself yesterday for the first time in a while. Noted I am down another 10 pounds. Wondered about it.
###
When my Hashimoto’s was diagnosed a year or so ago, I made some dietary changes: Thyroid deficiencies are linked with high cholesterol (because thyroid hormones kickstart the liver to filter cholesterol from the bloodstream.) My thyroid was pumping out virtually nothing & my cholesterol was high—which appalled me: People with high cholesterol are officially old, right? I don’t mind being 72, but I don’t want to be old.
High cholesterol also panicked me. I don’t mind dying (though I would prefer a comparatively painless death), but I would really hate to stroke out.
Anyway, I made a bunch of dietary changes.
Gave up dairy. (Cheese! I yearn for your taste, your smell…)
Became a de facto vegetarian—meaning I didn’t intentionally give up meat, just (for the most part) stopped eating it.
Cut wayyyyyy back on my processed sugar consumption. (I have a ferocious sweet tooth, so I’m never gonna give up sugar entirely.)
Upped my water intake.
The result of all these changes was that I shed 25 pounds rather effortlessly.
They were 25 pounds I could benefit from losing, so you know, good.
###
The other thing that happened was that I decathected from food entirely.
Stopped thinking about eating.
Did not eat.
Around four o’clock in the afternoon, might notice that my hands were shaking.
Oh, of course, I would think. You haven’t ingested anything in over 20 hours. Your blood sugar is low.
I don’t know if I would call this “anorexia” per se: Seems to me that anorexics are just as obsessed with food as compulsive over-eaters; they’re just on the opposite side of that imaginary integer line. I just never thought about eating. But certainly, it was—is—a kind of functional anorexia.
Anyway, this last 10 pounds seemed to have melted off in three weeks—which alarmed me.
Waitaminnet, I thought. Is this cachexia? Do I like have cancer?
So, when I scurried off to weigh myself again this morning, I was relieved to see that I had gained three pounds!
Whew!
Donkey Body (
smokingboot™) is not consuming itself from the inside out.I can go back to ignoring food.
###
Another cool, grey day, though the rains aren’t supposed to start till this evening.
I need another bookshelf so I can unpack & display all the objets d’art still in boxes in one of my closets.
The Patrizia-torium is really the only intentional space in this house; the rest of it is kind of like a Bro-World theme park.
Iggy has this notion that the relentless pursuit of Bro will magically protect him against aging, so the downstairs of the house is filled with ugly couches hiding half-eaten bags of Pepperidge Farm goldfish, giant bowls brimming with bubble gum wrappers, a dining room table that always has fingerprints, crumbs, and half-consumed food on it, an enormous TV, shoes & sweatshirts scattered about Hansel-&-Gretel-like, electronic boy toys galore—though I’ve never seen either Iggy or the Spawn actually play with any of them.
They do watch television.
Lots and lots of television.
###
RTT is like the embodiment of Bro, so it’s an aesthetic I’m very familiar with.
I love RTT more than my own heartbeat, but his idea of doing stuff together whenever I go up to Ithaca to visit him is to plop me down on his couch—he and Iggy clearly shop at the same Bro-World Furniture Superstore—and make me watch endless YouTube videos on his giant TV.
This is not something I enjoy doing.
It doesn’t surprise me that Iggy is so into Bro; Bro is the new Peter Pan, & Iggy really loathes the aging process.
But it is a bit paradoxical given that Iggy has such a fastidious personality: He’s very particular about what he likes and what he doesn’t like, and there’s no middle ground. That degree of fastidiousness typically bespeaks a more intentional aesthetic.
Maybe his Bro aesthetic is an intentional construct!
Kinda like my dietary regimen.
Neither of us wants to be old.
And I suppose I shouldn’t judge.
