I've been on a diet. In the past I haven't had much luck. It wasn't that I didn't lose weight. The problem was that nothing tasted good when Pepsi and corn chips were screaming my name. When I caved in to the cravings, the weight came back with a vengeance. I didn't follow any health gurus on that diet. I just avoided carbs. In fact I was sort of scared of food. Much later, after the twenty or thirty pounds I had lost plus another five reappeared as fast as it went away, I read that the real reason people on low carb diets lose so much weight is that they are dehydrated. They didn't lose fat, they lost fluids. Therefore the rapid re-gaining of weight.
That was before I heard of the Atkins Diet, or Whole 30, or the Paleo caveman diet, or the Keto diet.
I've graduated from an unacceptable pant size to an embarrassing one. My joke that I'm not overweight, I'm undertall just doesn't work. "Ewe's not fat, ewe's fluffy" is even worse. Just FYI: a ewe (pronounced you) is a female sheep.
Now I'm trying a diet again. One where I keep track of what I eat and don't feel starved. I don't know what kind of success I'll have. It's hard to tell what websites are helpful and which are bogus. I've read daunting articles about physiological reasons why women over 60 can't lose weight. I'm confused about insulin resistance, leptins, inulin, ketones, and a host of other bodily functions I didn't know existed.
Overall, I'm a healthy person. I'm not diabetic or lactose intolerant. I don't have a problem with gluten. I have simply eaten my way into a woeful state. I will find out in time whether it is reversible.
One of the problems I've run into is not knowing the nutritional breakdown of recipes since I've also decided to avoid restaurants and cook at home. I've downloaded several recipe books with tasty looking concoctions, but the fats, carbs and proteins aren't provided. Bummer.
You can find anything on the internet. Right? Well, here is a simple to use Recipe Calorie and Nutrition Calculator that analyses your favorite dishes. The percent of daily values apparently are obtained from government guidelines. Those on a Keto diet will ignore those recommendations.
There is a small commitment of time to input the recipe. After learning the order the program likes, it can be done very quickly.
Welcome to my blog. I grew up in the 1960's on a Kansas wheat and cattle farm, near a blink-and-you'll-miss-it small town. I'd like to share some amusing anecdotes collected from family members and close friends. Here is my invitation to you: step back from the constant barrage of depressing news stories and spend a few minutes every week reading about a wholesome, less frenzied time. I will try to post something new at least every Monday.
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Monday, February 18, 2019
The Difference Between Men and Women
At one time my workplace employed a human resources manager who had the idea he could whip the one hundred or so employees into lean, fit, non-smoking examples of health and well-being. He devised weight-loss competitions, endurance training and organized a softball team. The encouragement to participate was sweetened with prizes for winning teams. Non-participants were penalized. The only employees excused from joining the annual competition were those whose job provided sufficient physical exercise in the form of brisk walking or lifting and toting.
Interestingly enough, one of the approved activities consisted of reading up on health issues of your choice. No physical exertion involved.
I don't like organized sports. I kept a log of the routine I did at home on my rowing machine, elliptical, and cable weights.
Eventually, the HR manager moved on to another job, and his position was filled by a woman who threw out all his ideas for molding the perfect body. A mandatory annual mini-physical courtesy of the company replaced the competitions. Employees with a recent physical from their doctor were excused.
I haven't been to the doctor since my youngest was born 35 years ago. So, at the appointed time I showed up to get weighed, measured, and poked. I tried to time it so that I could be first and get to my job at a different location. A lot of company truck drivers had the same idea, and I stood in line and watched them step on a bathroom scale, the first test in the physical.
This wasn't just any scale. In fact, the word scale didn't appear on the box. It was a weight loss monitor. It said so on the box which was hiding under a table with other containers in which the technicians had carried their equipment. I asked the husky man standing in front of me why it wasn't called a weight gain monitor. He cheerfully agreed it would be in his case. The first volunteer confidently stepped on the "monitor." I noticed he was wearing steel-toed work boots and a bulky winter coat. After noting his weight, the technician proceeded to measure his waist using a flexible tape measure. He did not remove his coat, and I couldn't help asking why he left it on. He laughed and said that next year he'd get measured without the coat and it would appear his health had drastically improved. O-kay.
I watched six more guys get weighed and measured before moving on to other technicians who took their blood pressure and tested their blood sugar and cholesterol. Of those six only one removed his coat. But that fellow allowed himself be weighed with at least five pounds of tools hanging on his belt.
My turn rolled around, and I shucked out of my lightweight coat, considered and discarded the idea of taking off my shoes, and dropped my handbag. I sucked in my waist to get measured, but it didn't matter. The technician left a good two inches of slack in the tape measure. In my opinion, the numbers skewed the BMI (body mass index) which compares height to weight and indicates possible health risks.
The experience left me wondering if those men simply didn't give a damn what they weighed or if they had a bad attitude toward the required physical and could care less about the results. Regardless, I saw a bunch of male employees do something a woman would NEVER do. Women do care what they weigh and would never deliberately add on pounds of accessories or get their waist measured without being down to bare skin, standing up straight, chest out and stomach sucked in.
Interestingly enough, one of the approved activities consisted of reading up on health issues of your choice. No physical exertion involved.
I don't like organized sports. I kept a log of the routine I did at home on my rowing machine, elliptical, and cable weights.
Eventually, the HR manager moved on to another job, and his position was filled by a woman who threw out all his ideas for molding the perfect body. A mandatory annual mini-physical courtesy of the company replaced the competitions. Employees with a recent physical from their doctor were excused.
I haven't been to the doctor since my youngest was born 35 years ago. So, at the appointed time I showed up to get weighed, measured, and poked. I tried to time it so that I could be first and get to my job at a different location. A lot of company truck drivers had the same idea, and I stood in line and watched them step on a bathroom scale, the first test in the physical.
This wasn't just any scale. In fact, the word scale didn't appear on the box. It was a weight loss monitor. It said so on the box which was hiding under a table with other containers in which the technicians had carried their equipment. I asked the husky man standing in front of me why it wasn't called a weight gain monitor. He cheerfully agreed it would be in his case. The first volunteer confidently stepped on the "monitor." I noticed he was wearing steel-toed work boots and a bulky winter coat. After noting his weight, the technician proceeded to measure his waist using a flexible tape measure. He did not remove his coat, and I couldn't help asking why he left it on. He laughed and said that next year he'd get measured without the coat and it would appear his health had drastically improved. O-kay.
I watched six more guys get weighed and measured before moving on to other technicians who took their blood pressure and tested their blood sugar and cholesterol. Of those six only one removed his coat. But that fellow allowed himself be weighed with at least five pounds of tools hanging on his belt.
My turn rolled around, and I shucked out of my lightweight coat, considered and discarded the idea of taking off my shoes, and dropped my handbag. I sucked in my waist to get measured, but it didn't matter. The technician left a good two inches of slack in the tape measure. In my opinion, the numbers skewed the BMI (body mass index) which compares height to weight and indicates possible health risks.
The experience left me wondering if those men simply didn't give a damn what they weighed or if they had a bad attitude toward the required physical and could care less about the results. Regardless, I saw a bunch of male employees do something a woman would NEVER do. Women do care what they weigh and would never deliberately add on pounds of accessories or get their waist measured without being down to bare skin, standing up straight, chest out and stomach sucked in.
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