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| MOLLY'S DIET RANTS! (ranting, raving, motivating & more) |  mollymouser |
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| #1321 | mollymouser |
Jan 10 2008 19:24 |
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Hello Devon!!! *waves* Skiing is a dangerous sport. Trust me, I know these things. Way back in high school I once attempted to go skiing with some of my athletic friends. (I was chubby and inept, even back then... but adventurous nonetheless.) So off we trekked to a local sporting goods store to try on skis. Somehow in the process, I managed to fall over in the store, wearing my skis, and break my leg! IN THE STORE! Everyone was very entertained ... even the doctor at the emergency room AND my parents!!! Not only did I hobble around with crutches and a cast for 2 months, none of my friends would let me tell people that I "broke my leg skiing", either. Still, this was not quite as embarassing as the time I broke my wrist falling out of a tree while trying to rescue a squirrel. Squirrels are dangerous, too. Or broke my big toe while tripping on a cat. Cats are dangerous, I tell you. And you all KNOW how dangerous those tape measurer thingies are! =^..^= MOLLY |
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| #1322 | sairny |
Jan 10 2008 19:34 |
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| #1323 | amiright |
Jan 10 2008 19:40 |
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Good afternoon Fellow Ranters: Just came home from my business trip to Kansas City and for the first time in YEARS, I did not cheat ONCE on my calories! I brought my own stock of foods (oatmeal, Walden farms salad dressing, fabby Fiber One Bars and fruit) and then ordered everything w/o butter, w/ extra veggies, egg whites etc! I wasn't able to exercise, but I still think I lost a lb when I was gone!!! My rant however relates to my airplane experience: Of course I am seated between 500 lb stinky guy (literally) and arrogant guy who refused to hand me my bag from the compartment above during flight because he wasn't "in the mood." Yikes. So I sat like a sardine squished and reminded myself that I am losing weight and on this trek so that no one ever is annoyed to sit next to ME on a plane!!!! Ahhh my aching back, Susie :) Glad to be back in Sunny AZ |
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| #1324 | energygirl |
Jan 10 2008 19:42 |
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Molly - I had to laugh, I have some similar stories!
I have given myself permanent eye damage (a floater) by walking into a wall (and no, I wasn't drunk), and have also broken my collarbone and separated my shoulder because I fell off my porch (2 feet off the ground, and no I wasn't drunk there either!). Yet, I still snowboard....hmm....maybe I should re-think that! |
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| #1325 | shnitzel |
Jan 10 2008 22:58 |
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Steps are dangerous too! Even the ones with a handrail. When I was 24, I broke my ankle coming down the steps of my house. I only had to traverse 2 steps (the same 2 steps I'd been going down for 10 years) safely to the concrete patio below and you'd think that I could accomplish this obviously simple task, especially since I was a svelt, for me, 165 pounds, but Noooooo. First, I twisted my right ankle, missed the handrail, which set me in motion to the right. My left foot, for no apparent reason, didn't seem to want to follow the rest of me, so it didn't and it stayed planted while I fell on my side, hurting my right wrist in the process. I didn't really lose conscientiousness, but I wasn't exactly "there" either - hard to explain - but I laid there for a few minutes. While I was still laying there trying to figure out what just happened, my 60-something grandma came out of the house, sauntered down the same steps that caused me to fall, saw me laying there, asked what I was doing, I told her "I thought I'd check out our fabulous artificial turf covering the patio up close and personal", she said "Okay" and she proceeded to continue on her way to her car. She came back after she retrieved whatever it was she needed from the car, and I actually had to stop her from going back into the house since she obviously couldn't tell when someone was being facetious. I asked if she could take me to the emergency room because I needed medical attention for my ankle, and she actually said that she had to go bowling! I kid you not. I told her that the hospital was on her way and that if she just kind of slowed down, I could jump out so she didn't have to stop. She just looked at me. Well, she did drop me off - wait for it - literally, at the curb, of the emergency room entrance that was about 25 yards away. I had to hobble into the hospital. Thanks Grandma!!! I ended up with a 50 pound cast on my leg from my toes to my hip; my leg contorted into an awkward turned, bent knee position. I had to track down my aunt to give me a ride home. My grandma did feel bad when she saw me that evening after she got home from her bowling league appointment, and you know I milked that for all it was worth! teehee Unfortunately, I gained 20 pounds while I was laid up due to the fact that I wasn't very mobile and my great grandma kept fixing me "a little something to eat" every 2 hours. I'd love to go skiing one day as long as I don't have to ski and can sit by the big fireplace, drinking a hot toddy and looking fabulously cute in my alpine ski sweater, skinny pants, and ankle boots. Speaking of planes, I have no intention of getting on a plane any time soon. The last time I flew I was so uncomfortable; I couldn't get the seatbelt around my "waist" and had to ask for an extension belt (so embarrassing). I wouldn't have been surprised if one of the attendants had asked me to move seats because they needed to evenly distribute the weight - didn't happen, but I thought about it. |
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| #1326 | mollymouser |
Jan 10 2008 23:31 |
Original Post by amiright: Susie, glad you made the best of things. I, on the otherhand, tend to get pretty creative (and feisty) under such circumstances and would've probably done one or more of the following: a) repetitive farting (it's a special gift I have, thanks to eating a fridge full of vegetables ever 24 hour) b) singing show tunes (loudly and off key) until he complied. (I once had to do this at an airport to get some creep to leave me alone. My repetoire includes "The Sun'll Come out Tomorrow" from Annie and "Big Blonde and Beautiful" from Hairspray.) c) Poke him in the side until he got up, preferably with a sharp object. (Hey, my cats do this to me every morning ... it works!) d) called for the flight attendant and complained that the doofus won't stop bothering you and has been holding you captive in your seat. (I find that crying on command also helps with this sort of approach.) Hmmm... probably a good thing I don't have to fly so much for business anymore, huh? (Actually, I hate hate hate hate hate flying ... and I'm married to a pilot!) =^..^= MOLLY |
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| #1327 |  pattikins |
Jan 11 2008 00:48 |
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uh-oh, don't cross Molly!!!!! She not only throws food, she farts on whim! I'm beginning to think you're quite a dangerous woman! Love it!
Here's my embarrassing moment -- in 4th grade my best friend Gayle & I decide we'll skip the girl scout meeting after school and go to the local toy store. Each of us sprang for a 69 cent (it was 1966) red plastic boomerang. Are you getting a feeling of dread yet? So we walked to the park across the street from her house. As I was preparing to loft mine, she threw hers. Whack! It hit me right in the mouth! It broke two of my front teeth! Permanent ones! Many visits to the dentist later, I was the first 10 year old to sport a denture, -- yes a denture! -- to school. It had one tooth on it, and I could do tricks with it, like hang it out of my mouth like a fang. (It was fourth grade, remember!) Yes, I had to use efferdent just like my grannie! The dentist couldn't put in a bridge until I was finished growing. I think this explains why I am one of those "ask permission first, don't ask forgiveness later" types. I felt what happend when you go off & do something naughty!!! LOL So glad I can laugh now - even about the time in high school when the temporary bridge broke at lunch and I looked like a toothless old hillbilly. Yikes! No wonder I was in need of self-medication with things like food!
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| #1328 | rufus_k |
Jan 11 2008 01:37 |
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"uh-oh, don't cross Molly!!!!! She not only throws food, she farts on whim!" Who the heck is Whim and what did he/she ever do to annoy Molly!? |
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| #1329 | mollymouser |
Jan 11 2008 03:43 |
Original Post by rufus_k:
I need a t-shirt that reads: DANGER: Farts on Whim (annoy at your own risk)
=^..^= MOLLY |
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| #1330 | danagrl372 |
Jan 11 2008 04:07 |
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Feet are dangerous too. Especially your own. I once tripped over mine running during softball practice and went splat. I tried to stop myself and ended up breaking my finger. You would think "no big deal" but Nooooo. I ended up having surgery and staying in the hospital overnight. That's what you get for a compound fracture that requires surgery on a Friday night. It's the only bone I have ever broken, so I might as well make it worth while.
My best friend is quite accident prone. After a serious of accidents, she calls me one day to tell me that she broke her tail bone. All I could do was laugh. Who breaks their butt? I told her that it must be a pain in the a**. :) I know it seems that I am an insensitive lout, but at the time it was funny. A few weeks later, we were in Maui and debated getting piddly jobs and moving there. She said "Maybe I'll be a waitress." I told her she would make an excellent hostess. |
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| #1331 | mollymouser |
Jan 11 2008 17:44 |
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Friday morning and I had an unofficial sneaky weigh in day (USWID) this morning and I am down 1.2 pounds from last week. Hmmm... I am getting kerflummoxed here.... with a 950 calorie per day deficit (and the addition of some walking), I was hoping to see at LEAST a 2 pound per week loss. At least last week it was a 1.6 pound per week loss. (gripe gripe gripe gripe gripe gripe) Oh well, there's still Saturday and Sunday ... maybe I will lose a bit more so this week doesn't feel like 2 failure weeks in a row. I do know that my body seems to be making some adjustments, diabetically speaking, this last week or so ... and I am starting to see more blood sugar lows (not super lows, but lows) ... so I'm increasing my carbs from 50% to 55% to see if that helps. I was actually bummed yesterday afternoon around 3pm because I wanted to get on the treadmill, but my blood sugar was in the 70s, so I had an apple and retested. While that raised my blood sugar some, it didn't raise it enough to let me exercise without risking another low ... so I had to wait until after dinner and then didn't get in as much as I wanted. Oh well. (And I wasn't hungry for that snack, so I am a bit annoyed that I had to eat 72 calories THEN when I would've rather saved them for later.) Gosh, I am grouchy today, aren't I? =^..^= MOLLY |
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| #1332 | rebepi |
Jan 11 2008 17:52 |
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I'm sorry I really have to add in my "broken me" stories. Clutziness runs in my family.
1. When I was 11 we were having a picninc at my grandmother's and my little sister and I were kicking a ball back and forth. My father dared me to kick this ball with my eyes closed and me being the smartest person on the planet, wanted to prove to him that I could do that. Needless to say, I missed the ball with my toe when I kicked and caught my heel on the top and I rolled forward. My left leg was trapped underneath my back and the the toes of my left foot were touch my left shin. It broke (shattered) in like 7 different places. Sucked. Whole summer in a cast. 2. 2 years ago I was walking down, or about to, our cement steps to the drive way. I went to take the first step down and my left foot slipped off the side of my sandle. I rolled my ankle and went down a step on the side of my ankle. Then as I went to grab the railing to stop myself from falling, I missed. My face hit the railing instead. I ended up with a bruised ankle, my right eye swollen shut, a cut across my eyebrow, a cut cheek, a swollen lip and a scraped chin. Miserable. 3. The most recent: I was getting my oil changed at a dealership in July. As I was walking back to the building, I fell in a hole and fractured my elbow. Not really my fault (it was a really big hole and covered by grass), but it seems like this crap only happens to me. =) Told you I was a clutz. |
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| #1333 | combatmuffin |
Jan 11 2008 18:32 |
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Hi Molly - and everyone, This is my first post and I feel better doing it here than in the "new person's folder." I just don't like that much pressure - hah. Anyway, Molly - I stumbled on this threat a few days ago (when I started working out again and got back onto CC). Just reading this - your rants, your stories, and your adventures in getting health, as well as everyone else's responses, has helped me shore up my resolve to get healthy, lose some of this pudge and reach my ultimate goal - pregnancy! So...I may not post often, I prefer lurking, but I really appreciate the support here.
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| #1334 | mollymouser |
Jan 11 2008 21:52 |
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Rebepi ... ouch, ouch, ouch! Combatmuffin ... welcome! Your name makes me smile ... because on another forum I frequent we have a healthy eating-dieting-weight loss club (that I am in) called .... "The Puffy Muffins!" hee hee hee Feel free to rant, rave, chat, whine, complain, share, encourage, post or lurk as you see fit. (But I am required by law to remind you that ranting burns more calories than lurking!) Semi-Rant ... We have bird feeders. Boy, do we have bird feeders ... probably over a dozen between the front yard and back yard (plus 4 bird baths). Currently, we have shelled sunflower kernels (everyone's favorite) and thistle (nyjer) seeds out ... the finchies just love love love them. We get lots of finches (ok, hundreds), plus jays and mourning doves and juncoes and sparrows and what we like to call "miscellaneous LBBs" (little brown birds.) In fact, I just spent about 40 minutes out front filling feeders and scrubbing out the main bird bath. Now here's the rant. There's this really large predator bird (I think it's a Cooper's Hawk) that seems to have discovered Molly's Bird Buffet ... and keeps swooping down with this piercing cry and GRABBING various birdies .... leaving feathers EVERYWHERE and scaring the chirps right outta the rest of the birdy population. Watching happy birds eat seed and twitter and tweet and chirp is both cheery and peaceful. Watching a constant re-enactment of Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom through my windows and open front door isn't nearly so ... peaceful. Go away and stop eating my birdies, Mr. Hawk!
We also have a family of barn owls that seem to show up in the evenings to hunt for mousies .... and they swoop down into our back yard with impressive SCREEEECHING as we are relaxing in the hot tub. (Loud, unexpected bird screeching, by the way, is not very relaxing) Then again, the bats aren't all that relaxing ... nor are the mousies or the possums. (Did I mention we live in THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY!?) chirp! =^..^= MOLLY
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| #1335 | sairny |
Jan 11 2008 22:43 |
| You live in the middle of the city?! we hear owls here at night, but we are in the country.. | ||
| #1336 | sammii08 |
Jan 11 2008 23:00 |
| Hi got to say molly you should come on prescription lol every time i feel down i read one of your posts and you always make me smile. just wanted to say thanks for that | ||
| #1337 | georgia465 |
Jan 12 2008 01:03 |
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i love this thread! i recently joined CC and its been amazing... ive tried so many other things but this is the only thing that has stuck (been reading the forums for a month)...
heres my rant: i hate whenever i see my mother's friends... there tiny asian women and the first thing the say to me (after looking me up and down) is you'll never get married or you need to lose the weight or no one will love you... uhhhh did i ask for your opinion? anyways thats my rant.... again i love this thread! |
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| #1338 | rachel206 |
Jan 12 2008 01:15 |
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Ok I had to tell this story because it is my favorite freak accident story. It is not about me, but about my bf. So my bf and his cousin decide to go golfing one Satuday morning at the local course. They get to (I think) the fourth green and it has a water hazard. My boyfriend finishes the hole and waits for his cousin to finish. Seeing that his cousins chip shot is heading towards the water hazard, my very smart bf decides that he is going to TRY TO CATCH the golfball before it hits the water, in what he still tries to convince me was an attempt to save his cuz some money. Instead of catching the golfball, he of course misses and the ball bounces off a rock near the water hazard and proceeds back towards my bf and HITS HIM IN THE MOUTH. Blood everywhere, big gash inside of the lip. BF is bleeding so profusely that they are forced to abandon golf game and proceed to local hospital for stitches. After telling me this story and all about the 5 stitches he has under his lip inside his mouth, he tells me that the most annoying part was that they had paid for 18 holes and they only got to play 4. The most annoying part to me is the HUGE scar he now has from those stiches. Every time he plays golf now I remind him that I will buy him extra golf balls should he need them and that he shouldn't feel the need to go running after those balls destined for the water hazard. Whoever said that golf is a safe, non-contact sport has obviously never met my boyfriend. |
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| #1339 | sairny |
Jan 12 2008 17:14 |
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| #1340 | mollymouser |
Jan 12 2008 18:29 |
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WEEKLY WEIGH-IN REPORT (20% LOST) With this morning's weigh-in, I can now say that I have officially lost one-fifth of me ... twenty percent (20%) of my starting weight! WOO HOO FOR 20%!!! (It's the equivalent of three large plastic tubs of clumping kitty litter!) Well, two weeks into 2008 and my weight loss is on track, albeit moving a bit more slowly than I had anticipated. Of course, as I lose weight my calorie needs decrease, so my daily calorie deficit decreases as well -- all part of getting healthier, I suppose! And, for the first two weeks of January I have MET my 90-minutes-per-week of cardio (treadmill) ... in fact I have gone a bit over for this week (yay!) And, as of the first week of February, that exercise goal will increase. Even though my weight loss has been slowing, my healthy eating habits are right on track because I'm learning to allow myself to feel discouraged WITHOUT that resulting in over-eating or falling off the wagon. (I just complain, whine, and rant a bit more!) STARTING WEIGHT: 369 CURRENT WEIGHT: 295.8 WEIGHT LOST THIS WEEK: 2.2 WEIGHT LOST TO DATE: 73.8 pounds PERCENTAGE OF WEIGHT LOST (of starting weight): 20% AVERAGE WEEKLY WEIGHT LOSS: 3.5 pounds WEEKS OF DIETING: 21 weeks SPECIAL COMMENTS: My weight loss is definitely slowing down NEXT GOAL: 294 = 75 pounds lost =^..^= MOLLY |
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