Month: November 2013

13 Day Diet: Results

This post should have come a couple days ago, but between baking non-stop and my computer getting fried from spilling my pho, it got delayed. And writing a post on a tablet is just really not ideal, but oh well. I actually ended my diet a day early, so 12 day diet instead of 13. Although the directions say its supposed to be done for the exact specified time with hints that it won’t work properly otherwise. But hey, poboy fest was calling my name. I weighed myself sunday morning and my final weigh-in was 163: ten pound weight loss. I attempted to resume normal eating, and was anxious to do so, but I really had no appetite for “regular” food. But I will say I was happy to be able to put a bit of sugar and milk in my coffee. In retrospect, I probably could’ve skipped poboy fest. I ate one and was full. I tried to eat some crawfish and crab mac n cheese, and even with just the half portion, I …

13 day diet, 7 days in

I’ve magically made it to the halfway point of this 13 day diet adventure. I won’t lie. Every single day of this diet I’ve wanted to quit and go in my kitchen and cook until there’s nothing left in my pantry but empty containers. And the weekend was worse, not because there were any particular plans I had to miss out on, but because the onslaught of Christmas movies just makes me want to bake cookies and drink hot chocolate. But here it is, day 7, and there are fewer days left than I’ve completed. What I already knew, was that I’m an emotional eater. I eat for comfort, I treat myself to nice foods when I’ve accomplished something, I have a nice glass of wine to relax, and I cook in general to kill time. Now that I can do none of those things, it’s becoming even more apparent how much I rely on food and cooking and I’m having to find other ways to deal with boredom, stress, and anxiety. 13 days isn’t …

The Return to Real Life

I’ve been pretty absent from my blog–my last post being almost 2 months ago. But I’ve found little motivation to post anything despite the multitude of new recipes I’ve tried and photographed, as well as the interesting encounters I’ve had over this time period. The fun in “funemployment” was fizzling out and becoming more frustrating than anything else. I was tired of looking at the walls in my apartment. So I went home for a few weeks, hung out with my parents, helped them around the house, and thankfully, that phone call I’ve been waiting for with a job offer, finally came. Now I’m back in New Orleans, first week at the job, trying to get adjusted to having a regular schedule. The time change and this cold snap isn’t helping any, nor are the impending cluster of holidays, which inevitably makes trying to find my place within academia even more complicated because school’s about to be out. I take it one day at a time, navigating in this newness. But I can’t complain, it’s …