Oh my god I'm in that chocolate situation rn and have been for a while - I eat WAY too much of it and I'm sugar addicted for sure. I want to stop but I really don't know how, how did you get over it?
I’m reading a book called The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg and the key is replacing your rewards (milk chocolate/sweets) with something else.
I didn’t realize until I read this book that I did the same thing. My routine usually was to watch a YouTube video or something and eat sweets. So I replaced the sweets with healthier food (dark chocolate of 72% or higher content), apples, Greek yogurt, etc. And eventually that became my new habit. And it’s a lot healthier lmao
I would pick up the book if you need more details :o
I'm in recovery. And the things you said are true. Refined food makes an addiction. If you stop eating it you will have the same symptoms as anyone who's getting off of drugs. I think that if she's in recovery she can enjoy life and food that aren't processed. Make an for ex. oatmeal blubbery cookie. The other side is that I do think that you can eat everything in moderation. BUT YOU MUST BE FULLY IN CONTROL OF YOUR MIND AND KNOW HOW AND WHEN TO STOP. And most aren't and can't.
My main issue was her mocking people trying to cut sugar out of their diets.
What she did was the equivalent of posting a beer and saying “I see a lot of people trying to quit drinking, so I bought this beer and I’m gonna chug it when I get home because my liver will detox it anyways”.
Eat your cookie, I really dont give a shit, but there’s no need to mock others in the process.
Hello! I love your meta so much:) So, anyway, I was rewatching 12x10 and got curious abt the game "Rampage" that Benjamin played. I searched abt it and found out that the max number of players of this game is 3, which reminds me of "3sheeps"(12x18) and Cas' question(u really believe we 3 enough?). Also, the players are playing 3monsters(formerly human)and one of them is a werewolf(Claire-Cas parallel in 12x16?). Do you think this game imply anything abt season finale? Did anyone mention abt it?
So, I know nothing about this game, but @floralmotif went into a bit of detail in this post and explained to me how it was interesting that not only does it reveal again the obsessive personality of most Angels (in the same episode that also re-visited the sugar addiction as well) but you also play from the POV of the monster destroying a city… interesting. I mean, if anything I see this more as relevant to the episode plot subversion of the human destroying the whole flight of Angels but you know, its difficult sometimes to see what is relevant and what isn’t! Tbh I think the video game is kind of but not hugely relevant.
Aside from this yeah 3 is so important! It’s A. an important religious and cultural number and B. has an important literary function as @mittensmorgul has expanded a lot recently: here and here.
The 3 symbolism is hard to go into really as so much revolves around 3… in every day life let alone the minefield that is Supernatural subtext! I mean we have TFW, the foreshadowing of dying 3 times for a lot of them etc etc etc. but
“Sometimes called trebling, the Rule of Three is a pattern used in stories and jokes, where part of the story is told three times, with minor variations. The first two instances build tension, and the third releases it by incorporating a twist.”
I think this is going to be super important because so far this season there has been a really big focus on misdirection and distraction and we are also seeing a lot of missing information and characters (like Cas nearly dying for the colt, Mary x Ketch, Dean knowing Sam was lying but not saying anything, the unspoken feelings between Dean and Cas, Asmodeus, whatever the frickedy frack is going on between Crowley and Lucifer…).
Basically, this all leads to the writers holding some cards back and inserting some good old plot twists, which will more than likely have a lot of casual viewers flipping out at the end of the season…while we all rub our hands in glee!
I sure hope so anyway, there has been a lot of stuff leading up to this so it better happen or else it will just kind of feel flat, but I do really think this is what we can look forward to :)
Title: Hems & Hols Rating: G Word count: ~1,500 A/N: In response to @corpselover1426’s adorable meta: “…imagine Albus secretly asking Molly to make the sleeves a bit longer when she knits Scorpius’s Christmas sweaters and Scorpius opening them in delight Christmas morning and Albus blushing and smiling in satisfaction when he sees him pull the sleeves all the way down over his hands.”
“You’re sure, dear?”
“Yes, Nana,” Albus Potter reiterated, shifting uncomfortably on the common room’s stone hearth. “Just a tad longer on the sleeves. He’s not one to ask for favors, but I know he’d appreciate it.”
“Goodness knows I’m hardly ‘hip’ these days, but I simply don’t understand the appeal of sleeves flapping about in the wind. Surely your beau’s hit the end of his growth spurt? He’s as tall as a reed, and twice as thin.”
Albus sighed good-naturedly. If he took the time to explain each and every Scorpius Malfoy idiosyncrasy, they would be here all night. He settled on an abridged version of events.
“You’ve seen Scorpius, Grandma, he’s hardly what you could consider on-trend. Think of it more of a quirk. He likes pulling the jumper over his hands. Saves him the trouble of mittens, actually.”
“Mittens” Molly Weasley’s head in the Floo fire mused. “I suppose he could do with a pair of those too, couldn’t he?”
“Nana, no. You’ve already knit him a trunk-full. He has a pair for every day of the week. I think he’s set for life on mittens. He could really do with those sleeves though…”
aka the one where Emma Swan is on the opposite end of the ‘fake marriage’ au spectrum. [part one] [part two] [ao3]
She doesn’t have the right to feel betrayed – God, she doesn’t, especially after what she’s done to them, but the accusing word itches to fall from her mouth.
There’s two parts of her brain processing the news – the rational and the irrational. The rational tells her that at least they told her, rather than keeping it to themselves, keeping her completely out of the loop and keeping up the charade – that they didn’t quite have a reason to trust her with the information at first, not after being MIA for so long. The rational side seems to also be her inner optimist.
But the words reach the irrational side first, the side that warns off the alarm bells, the side that screams liars, liars, liars.
“I want to talk to Ruby.”
Killian opens his mouth to argue, but it snaps back shut when Ruby nods and Emma glares.
“Why?” she asks when it’s just the two of them. The single word carries a lot, a loaded question, but Ruby has always been a sharp shooter anyway.
This is what I weighed on July 6th, 2016 and at the end of the day, it’s just a number. I may have weighed more or less at other times and it’s an important thing I learned on that day but not the most important thing I learned.
I learned that I was gluten intolerant, something I had suspected for a while but had ignored as I ate more grains than I knew what to do with.
I learned that I was in the very early stages of insulin resistance or as the kids call it, pre-pre-diabetes. Essentially, an early reservation for the diabetes train.
I learned that I had some symptoms of IBS and that my dietary choices were making perforations in my GI tract which caused nutrients to leak out into my body and cause inflammation. This especially made me sit up because the inflammation in my body had me in so much pain in the past months.
It was a really weird conversation and I’m not sure it entirely sunk in at that moment. I talked to my dietitian about setting up My Fitness Pal, about the things I should be avoiding, setting up our next few appointments, about how I should be thinking about what I ate on a normal day. I left there and directly walked to 7-11 on the way to subway and got a Slurpee. I sat on the train drinking it and thinking about everything I had eaten that day and remembered that not two hours before I had had an everything bagel with cream cheese and a bottle of Coke on the way to this appointment. I looked at the Slurpee in my hand and had a moment of realization that this is probably why I felt like shit every day.
The next few days, I ate pretty much the same way I had been eating but I began tracking in My Fitness Pal what I was actually eating and realized that I was a) eating a lot more than I should be and more importantly b) eating a lot more shit than I should be. Or than I thought I had.
I am no stranger to a diet. I grew up the daughter of a woman who struggled with her weight all her life and who had tried every diet, pill, shake, trick, and gimmick on the market only to see her weight yo yo and then balloon. My mom had gastric bypass surgery when I was 13 and I remember her telling me beforehand it was to save her life and how she would feel better after; this was hard to believe watching her throw up regularly if she ate more than a golf ball size amount of food. She lost weight and then gained some more and then lost some more. It didn’t really seem like gastric bypass did anything other than place a physical limit on the exact same habits and the same self hatred she always had. If you were a woman in my family, you hated your body and you hid any struggle you may have with it. That was that.
Since I quit doing 30 hours of ballet a week at age 14, I filled out in ways I didn’t appreciate. Big thighs, big hips, the same double chin my dad has. I kept it in check in high school for the most part but inside, I felt like dying. I wanted more than anything to be skinny. I went away to college and immediately lost some weight my first semester because I was too anxious to eat in the common space in my dorm only to gain that weight back and more when I discovered that being on your own meant that you could eat what you wanted whenever you wanted. I was in relationships where I was loved no matter what my body looked like but I felt like shit about myself.
To say I had issues about my body and about food is an understatement. I remember the years where I would never take a photo of myself below the neck for fear of friends from high school or blog readers to know I was fat (even when I wasn’t that fat! not that it even really fucking matters!). I deactivated my facebook after becoming exhausted at untagging photos of my full body. I bought so many beauty products to focus on my face and try to draw attention that I was so uncomfortable in my body. I would feel my anxiety flare up the moment a fellow fat friend referred to us in the same group. I hated myself to a point where looking back, I’m not sure how I made it out alive. That sounds so dramatic but I truly, truly existed feeling so ashamed of my physical form.
I’m not sure what happened next or in what order. I know that I went to therapy and did a lot of work on heavy stuff in my life. I know that I fell in love with a man who made me feel worthy of being loved no matter what. I know that I began to live in the moment more. I know that I began to be proud of the things my body was and what it could do. I know that I started to share photos of myself from head to toe because I liked my outfit or my new tattoo or whatever. I know that I started to feel like my body was mine to do what I wanted with and not something to be ashamed of. I know that I watched my mother’s body riddled with cancer and thinner than I had ever seen it leave this earth. I know that I learned that our bodies are so much more than what they look like and more what they can do and how they can feel. I know that I want a longer life than my mom had and I know I want a happier one.
So I did my research. I figured out the things I couldn’t eat and what I could. I didn’t want to restrict anything except the things that would actively hurt my body and cause it to function poorly. It has been six weeks now and there has been trial and error. Like, I learned why you should eat more protein because it really does keep you full! I learned that sugar is very addictive and that’s not just something people say. I learned that you feel so much more full when you eat real whole foods. I learned that you can still go out to eat with friends as long as you look out for what you are eating. I learned that you can also go out to eat with your friends and eat a treat now and then too. I learned that it’s not really about will power at all and more about making peace with yourself. I learned that it’s not about numbers or calories or anything other than caring for yourself inside and out.
I have been lucky in the past six weeks. I am so glad that I have lost 20.2 pounds and 18 of those have been fat. I am so glad I have found a fitness studio where I can do both yoga and strength training in small groups with supportive people. I am so glad that putting good things in my body has not only made me feel better physically but emotionally. I am so glad that my dietitian focuses not on meal plans but on the reasons why I have overeaten in the past and what I can do to become whole emotionally and physically. I am so glad to feel better.
So essentially, this is a place where I will write about this stuff. Not just updates on weight and food and fitness but about the whole journey, from way back when I was a thin kid who thought it was normal to eat cake frosting in the pantry so no one would see you to now with a much larger body that I am learning how to move and nourish and use to live my life fully. I have a goal weight up there but I’m not sure what it will end up being to be honest; it could be lower or higher. I’m trying to really be present and just listen to what my body needs and where it’s going. I am trying to be well to myself and to others. I am excited for where this journey is going even if I am not sure where the hell that is.
And remember: that number up there is just a mile marker just like all the other ones in your life. It’s where you are at the moment and that’s ok; it doesn’t mean anything other than what you need it to.