2.11.99
Just home from work, and about to leave again on a mission of blind faith. Not really, it's more of another favor for another friend God, I do a lot for people. It's nice to be appreciated occasionally. Why do I say that? I feel quite alone again. That's not bad, though. As mentioned earlier, this loneliness is really a decent medicine, and bitter stuff that I've needed for a while.
I noticed that my jeans were loose today. I just bought the damn things and they are loose. Yay! I've been on a mission of late to drop some excess poundage, and the effort and bitchiness seems to be paying off. Losing weight for me in my 30's is a daunting task for one reason, and only one reason. I enjoy alcohol. A cocktail is nothing but a glassful of calories. Nothing more. Fun calories, but nonetheless, empty calories. No nutritive value other than the olive that floats about.
How have I managed to lose weight? It's an interesting theory that I have developed. Ya see, the human digestive system is really a great and highly organized thing. At each step, items are added, nutrients extracted and stored in a very methodical method. The nice thing is there is very little deviation from the norm in the digestion of food. Thus, if you make certain types of food available to the body, it will be better able to metabolize them if certain other types of food are not present. Make sense? The theory is if I have a very high protein diet, and very low carbohydrate and starch, I will lose weight because my body is able to process the proteins more fully and store less of the starch as blubber. I eat nothing but lean meat (which has been heaven! I agree with Julia Childs, "I am a card-carrying carnivore." I am not hungry, and do not have the urge to snack on crunchy-salty stuff, and am managing to lose weight AND keep my friends. Whadda concept!
My jeans are loose! Fuckin A!
Oh, my day today was another on of those banner days. Jeez. It started out really neat, though. I woke up early, having to be at work by 5:30 this morning. It was colder than a witches brass brassiere, and I really remembered the nicest thing about having a husband here. There's someone to share warmth with in the dark hours. (BTW, I've got Rachmaninoff on again. That's probably why I'm being so romantic in my thoughts.) Anyway, I got up, did my morning toilet, and dashed out into the dark & cold to catch the 5:00 bus to go to work. I was a bit early, so had a few moments to sit and gaze upwards. It was very quiet, but not enough so that you can hear your heart beating (that's just tooo cool.) I looked up and saw the silhouette of the mountains against the sky and just stood and sighed. It was so pretty. Velvety black mountains against a black satin sky punched through with a zillion points of light. It was a Kodak moment. I thought about where I live, and the meaning of the word. I proudly live in Kalihi Uka. At times, I think of this place as just another of the Philippine "provinces," but it really is a pretty place. In the purest sense, Kalihi means an edge or cutting surface, as in the sharp side of a knife. That's what Kalihi is. There is a ridge on the ewa side of the valley that literally separates Honolulu from the rest of the island. Ka uka is very narrow, and in most senses a classic V shaped valley. That's another of the things that makes it nice. If you live at the bottom of the valley, you get quiet and a lovely stream. Sound travels up, you know. It's nice here, like living in the country with all of the advantages of living near a large city.
It's just sooo fucking cold in the morning. If I had stayed home, I would have built a fire in the fireplace and sat and sipped cocoa all morning, praying for a warm body with no commitments to curl up with like a lap dog.
Work was another 5-star one. Dunnow how I've been blessed with so many outstanding days in a row, but it has been pleasant. Every question that I was asked, including a really off the wall one, I was able to come up with a logical and correct answer. It won't make a lot of sense to most of you, but to some, it might. Methyldopa is a drug that is commonly used to treat hypertension, or high blood pressure. It works really well, but has an occasional funny and shocking side effect. Urine that has high amounts of methyldopa in it will darken upon contact with oxygen. The question that was posed was "Why should a patient taking methyldopa be cautioned against using an automatic toilet bowl cleaner?" (Remember, I said it was off the wall) The answer is that Tidy-bowl depends on sodium hypochlorite compounds to do the job. They do it by the process of bleaching the hell out of things. Therefore, since bleaching is really an oxidation process, pissing your methyldopa-laced urine into the bleachy water oxidizes it quickly, and it turns black, because of the broken up methyldopa that the body has passed on. Cool, huh? I figured it out with my own feeble little mind. I'm too fucking smart for my own good sometimes, I think.
I noticed that my jeans were loose today. I just bought the damn things and they are loose. Yay! I've been on a mission of late to drop some excess poundage, and the effort and bitchiness seems to be paying off. Losing weight for me in my 30's is a daunting task for one reason, and only one reason. I enjoy alcohol. A cocktail is nothing but a glassful of calories. Nothing more. Fun calories, but nonetheless, empty calories. No nutritive value other than the olive that floats about.
How have I managed to lose weight? It's an interesting theory that I have developed. Ya see, the human digestive system is really a great and highly organized thing. At each step, items are added, nutrients extracted and stored in a very methodical method. The nice thing is there is very little deviation from the norm in the digestion of food. Thus, if you make certain types of food available to the body, it will be better able to metabolize them if certain other types of food are not present. Make sense? The theory is if I have a very high protein diet, and very low carbohydrate and starch, I will lose weight because my body is able to process the proteins more fully and store less of the starch as blubber. I eat nothing but lean meat (which has been heaven! I agree with Julia Childs, "I am a card-carrying carnivore." I am not hungry, and do not have the urge to snack on crunchy-salty stuff, and am managing to lose weight AND keep my friends. Whadda concept!
My jeans are loose! Fuckin A!
Oh, my day today was another on of those banner days. Jeez. It started out really neat, though. I woke up early, having to be at work by 5:30 this morning. It was colder than a witches brass brassiere, and I really remembered the nicest thing about having a husband here. There's someone to share warmth with in the dark hours. (BTW, I've got Rachmaninoff on again. That's probably why I'm being so romantic in my thoughts.) Anyway, I got up, did my morning toilet, and dashed out into the dark & cold to catch the 5:00 bus to go to work. I was a bit early, so had a few moments to sit and gaze upwards. It was very quiet, but not enough so that you can hear your heart beating (that's just tooo cool.) I looked up and saw the silhouette of the mountains against the sky and just stood and sighed. It was so pretty. Velvety black mountains against a black satin sky punched through with a zillion points of light. It was a Kodak moment. I thought about where I live, and the meaning of the word. I proudly live in Kalihi Uka. At times, I think of this place as just another of the Philippine "provinces," but it really is a pretty place. In the purest sense, Kalihi means an edge or cutting surface, as in the sharp side of a knife. That's what Kalihi is. There is a ridge on the ewa side of the valley that literally separates Honolulu from the rest of the island. Ka uka is very narrow, and in most senses a classic V shaped valley. That's another of the things that makes it nice. If you live at the bottom of the valley, you get quiet and a lovely stream. Sound travels up, you know. It's nice here, like living in the country with all of the advantages of living near a large city.
It's just sooo fucking cold in the morning. If I had stayed home, I would have built a fire in the fireplace and sat and sipped cocoa all morning, praying for a warm body with no commitments to curl up with like a lap dog.
Work was another 5-star one. Dunnow how I've been blessed with so many outstanding days in a row, but it has been pleasant. Every question that I was asked, including a really off the wall one, I was able to come up with a logical and correct answer. It won't make a lot of sense to most of you, but to some, it might. Methyldopa is a drug that is commonly used to treat hypertension, or high blood pressure. It works really well, but has an occasional funny and shocking side effect. Urine that has high amounts of methyldopa in it will darken upon contact with oxygen. The question that was posed was "Why should a patient taking methyldopa be cautioned against using an automatic toilet bowl cleaner?" (Remember, I said it was off the wall) The answer is that Tidy-bowl depends on sodium hypochlorite compounds to do the job. They do it by the process of bleaching the hell out of things. Therefore, since bleaching is really an oxidation process, pissing your methyldopa-laced urine into the bleachy water oxidizes it quickly, and it turns black, because of the broken up methyldopa that the body has passed on. Cool, huh? I figured it out with my own feeble little mind. I'm too fucking smart for my own good sometimes, I think.
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