pickle sandwiches???!! woohoo
What did you learn today?
Today, I learned that (for the 9482399393th time) itās worth taking the time to put yourself in someone elseās shoes and frame of mind, sometimes. Especially if that person is special to you. So many disagreements can come to a much better ending when you drop assumptions and hug things out.
Although Iām not so sure the lady at the checkout thought the same after our disagreementā¦?
I am so going to try this. I love my pickles, make a lot of them myself or use Bubbies or Clausens. I used to eat pickle sandwiches, a piece of bread cut in half and filled with slices of pickles. Yumm.
I learned (again) today, that I have WAY more energy than my much younger co-workers. Good Lord! Even while fasting, actually, especially while fasting. Its mind boggling until one begins to understand the scienceā¦thank you Dr. Fung!!!
So I worked 10 hours today. Unloaded a truck with my boss. She scanned, I stacked totes and cases around the stockroomā¦over 200 of them. Didnāt even take a break afterwards. Didnāt need to. Chugged salted water all day. Never missed a beat. Finishing my shift, not sure what got into me, but I did that little jump-skip thing in the air and my co-worker (24 yrs old) completely freaked. She squealedā¦and after calming down, asked what the hell had I been drinking in the stock room. LOL!
Third thing I learned is that I exercise absolutely no finesse or common sense when breaking a semi-lengthy fast. First thing I ate? Iced tea. Green salad. Steak. Steamed broccoli and a side of butter. I could only eat half the steak and broccoli, but the butter I horked down like ice cream. I feel fine, btw.
So, today was a great day for learning. And, breaking the fast.
Now we know how to get on your good side: butter you upāliterally!
It makes perfect Stone Age sense, doesnāt it? No food coming in, the human brain must become sharper and quicker and energy must be available to enable improved hunting skills and energy to go get some food.
LOL! Yes, I love my butter. Iāve got my whole family eating real butterānot āI Canāt Believe this Bullshit Excuse for butterā stuff.
When confounded, my daughter and I both exclaim, āWell butter my butt and call me a biscuit!ā
Butter is good.
Iāve been thinking about this one. I donāt know enough about the specific RnY procedure to know if there are different versions or maybe just that itās sensitive to how the particular surgeon performs the operation. The upper small intestine contains different sensors in different places, so maybe if one person was bypassed an inch or two one way or the other it would make a difference.
Or thereās something else going on beyond just the GIP and GLP-1 dynamic.
Not food related but very interesting. Cool to see Queen Victoria and parts of her family.
3 things, if my flatmate says the food at x place is awesome itās probably mediocre at best, if you canāt finish a meal you have to take it in a doggy bag, saying no is unbelievably rude, and always take tissues with you when out as they only have āwetā bathrooms.
Nah, you could do it (if I can, anyone can) . I do have a hose in bathroom in flat, need to figure out how to use properly without soaking clothes so can do public toilets even if no tissues.
More power to ya! I canāt even imagine. Set in my ways, I guess. I need my Charmin!
Thatād be a new adventure! We need to carry tissues too. If you forget then it is a drip dry situation.
So you know how they always say ādonāt eyeball or guesstimateā your portions?
Today I learned a tablespoon is not nearly as much as I thought it was. I actually measured the HWC for my coffee this morning (instead of pouring from the carton), and got quite the shock.
All these months I thought I was putting 2Tbs in my coffee, and it was really closer to four. No wonder my coffee tasted so good!
You donāt even want to know how much HWC gets poured into my no-bake cheesecake fluff. I donāt eat that except when Iām severely hungry.