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I decided to begin research regarding diabetes. In particular, I looked for information regarding nutrition and meal planning. Now, I can probably get ideas there, but my meals will have to be customized in any event. Doing a simple check on nutritional needs for my age, weight, height, and such, if I remain pretty much comatose I need well over 3,300 calories, and some say as high as 4,100 calories, per day to stay even. Sure, I could stand to lose weight, but I think trimming more than 25% of those calories would be a maximum event. Even that might lead to an end to any proper eating practice. So 3 ounces of meat really will not do.
The problem is, I really have no capacity of food preparation to that level of sophistication. I do not live regularly, and up to this time, have not been able to do so. As such, meal planning might as well be walking on the moon. I will not be able to have 3 squares and snacks of my own accord. What I can do, though, is gather the types of foods recommended and see how they will fit with my life. It has to be custom anyway, might as well shift their design into my paradigm. Then again, there is cost. Even the sites I visited suggested the food choices may be quite expensive and books and recipe books add up, there are many of them (to include programs), and knowing which one will work best (for me especially) is as daunting as the process itself.
There are other complications. A suggestion was to eat an ounce of nuts as a superfood. Urhm, cool. You mean I need to measure out such items either each time I eat them or premeasure everything as soon as I get it? Again, complications that do not seem feasible. As I sit here writing, I see my smoked almonds container. Looking closer, I see it has 28 ounces in a container about the size of a taller beer can. I can only imagine how small an ounce of almonds must be, what, 5 to 7, maybe 10, nuts? The container says that 1 ounce is about 1/4 cup, but I do not see that. That would mean the container has 7 cups in it, and that is not likely. I would guess it is very close to the 16 (wet) ounce container beside it, my water cup, in volume. Doh!
Does every engineering wannabe evaluate everything around them so critically? Then again, with conversions, I might still be wrong. All I am saying is... I do not think so.
Oh, right, still up. I thought I would be ready for bed, but I guess not. I probably made the grave mistake of turning off the a/c. I thought it was cool enough. Guess not. *turning the a/c back on*
Oh, I suppose I could drink more water to fill up so as to eat less. Then again, the last time I thought of that in the presence of a medical I was sternly chastised. Water, they said, *garble gobble bad burgle blog no something and such*, or so I was told. Hey, her heaving breasteses were staring right at me, I was like a deer in the headlights, but I did get the gist. And she probably noticed, indeed, I was happy to see here. Not the point. Still, it seems to cut my calorie intake. And until I can figure out a reasonable way to eat properly, it could not be the worst choice (that being McDonald, Burger King, etc.).
Do medicals understand that most people have no clue how to follow their plans, and even if we have a clue, we have no real means of following? Why not just suggest I learn to fly without assistance, then fly 5 to 10 miles (or would they then suggest knots?) per day? Telling me to lose weight is like telling a man on fire to put himself out. Yes, but the gasoline, doctor. Quit whining and extinguish. Hurry up, I have other patients waiting! *sigh* Oh, and while you are at extinquishing, could you juggle these bowling balls, balance this dagger on your nose, and swallow this sword? No, no side affects, and if there are any, you will be over them in no time flat. Uhrm, huh? I wonder if they are not already working for Quota Boy.
At least I have something real and serious to grumble about. At least until I go in again. Hmm, what to get me going next time? Women? No, I have beat that to death. Men? No, will not help, trust me. Oh, I will find something.
I cannot believe it though, I have taken my medicine every night. I have not missed one pill, even when I had to drag myself out of bed, and out of a mostly near sleep once or twice. They will not be able to say I did not give it a fair chance.
I know, I am becoming horribly long winded lately. I think it is because, in spite of the medicine, I am much more active out here. Even if my physical abilities have been weakened, that is the extent of it. I am able to think clearly for most of my waking hours. And, with little physical actionability, I am stuck with this, so you are stuck with this. And, I feel more sorry for you! I am enjoying doing as well as I am for the condition I am in. You must be bored to tears! Addictions, what can you say?
Well, a little more research while the cave cools, then make a check on available lodging for Mum and me, then a bit more bible reading before bedtime, and then maybe some sleep in an hour. Oh, I best take some Tylenol. It really helps, when it helps.
Good night, Aunty Belle.
"Like a deer in the headlights."
ReplyDeleteHA!! What an image that induces ;-)
I don't understand their objection to water, ferpetessake!
I bet none of them follow their own damned advice. pfffttt.
Glad you liked that. I enjoyed doing it and describing it, sort of. Addictions, though, are supposed to be bad right? I think she swayed a couple of times just to see if I was paying attention, too.
ReplyDeleteWell, they say too much water can throw the electrolytes out of whack. I think many of their objections come from tests based on lab conditions. If that lab, say, was moved to a higher altitude desert, my guess is whoever was forced to live on the old textbook would burn it and a new one, with exceptions, would be written.
And, no, they do not follow their own advice, often. But, but... (as they will say) that is not the point. Do as I say, not as I do.
You know, you always hear of kung-fu based on the snake, or the crane, or the tiger, but you never hear about one based on the boob. I think that would be ferociously lethal. The opponent could not concentrate. *wham!* Next. Ha! Uhrm, unless you were fighting Elton John or something. But then, like that would be difficult.
Perhaps you should start a new school... 'Kung Fu Boob Self Defense'. That would make you the dojo, I think? Would you allow flat-chested women as students?
ReplyDeleteHehehe That's a thought. And, of course I would allow flat chested women. Who would need it more!
ReplyDeleteKung Fu, you know, actually means 'master of all things'. So, if I became the kung fu boob master, I would be the master of all boobs (great and small, I would not deign to prejudice). Mostly. But actually, I could never teach the course, my mojo is stronger than my brain. Or, something like that. I myself would fall victim to my own students and perish in boobsville heaven.
Then again, it would be worth a shot.