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MY HUBBY AND I WAS ON THE ATKINS DIET A FEW YEARS AGO, HE LOST 120 LBS. AND I LOST 95LBS. WE WERE ON THIS DIET FOR 2 YEARS, AND I KEPT A FOOD DIARY EVERY DAY WITH THE DIET AND WITH THE DIARY WE LOST WEIGHT, WE GOT OFF THAT DIET, I STOPPED THE DIARY AND WE SWIFTLY GAINED HALF OF IT BACK, SO NOW WE ARE TRYING ANOTHER DIET ONE THAT WE CAN LIVE WITH ALL THE TIME AND I THINK I WILL START A FOOD DIARY TOMORROW AND SEE IF WE DON'T GET BETTER RESULTS, WHEN WE GOT OFF THE ATKINS WE TRIED LOW CAL,CARB AND FAT DIET WITHOUT THE FOOD DIARY AND THAT IS WHERE WE GAINED ALL THE WEIGTH SO MAYBE THE SUCCESS WAS NOT THE DIET ITSELF BUT THE DIARY. SO FAR ON MY HEALTHY DIET FOR LIFE PLAN I HAVE LOST ABOUT 8 LBS IN 3 WEEKS, BUT I THINK THAT THERE IS SOME MERIT IN THE FOOD DIARY, BECAUSE IT KEEPS YOU AWARE OF WHAT AND HOW MUCH YOU ARE EATING AND IT KEEPS YOU HONEST, IT IS SO EASY TO JUST FORGET THAT HANDFUL OF NUTS AND M & M'S THAT YOU SLIPPED IN YOUR MOUTH, I KNOW WHEN I WAS KEEPING TRACK I KEPT TRACK OF EVERYTHING I PUT IN MY MOUTH, (FOOD AND DRINK THAT IS :) ) SO HERE I GO A GAIN.
Study shows value of food diary in losing weight
By Will Dunham Tue Jul 8, 3:25 AM ET
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Keeping a food diary -- a detailed account of what you eat and drink and the calories it packs -- is a powerful tool in helping people lose weight, U.S. researchers said on Tuesday.The study involving 1,685 middle-aged men and women over six months found those who kept such a diary just about every day lost about twice as much weight as those who did not.
The findings buttressed earlier research that endorsed the value of food diaries in helping people lose weight. Companies including Weight Watchers International Inc use food diaries in their weight-loss programs.
"For those who are working on weight loss, just writing down everything you eat is a pretty powerful technique," Victor Stevens of Kaiser Permanente's Center for Health Research in Portland said in a telephone interview.
"It helps the participants see where the extra calories are coming from, and then develop more specific plans to deal with those situations," said Stevens, who helped lead the study published in the American Journal of Preventive Medicine.
The technique also helps hold dieters accountable for what they are eating, Stevens said.
The study involved people from four U.S. cities: Portland, Oregon; Baltimore, Maryland; Durham, North Carolina; and Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Their average weight loss was about 13 pounds (6 kg). But those keeping food diaries six or seven days a week lost about 18 pounds (8 kg) compared to 9 pounds (4 kg) for those not regularly keeping a food diary.
The average age of people in the study was 55.
They were asked to eat less fat, more vegetables, fruit and whole grains, exercise 180 minutes a week mostly by walking, attend group meetings, and keep a detailed food diary.
Blacks made up 44 percent of the people in the study. The researchers noted that blacks Americans have a higher risk than whites for conditions linked to obesity including type 2 diabetes and heart disease.
"Keeping a food diary doesn't have to be a formal thing. Just the act of scribbling down what you eat on a Post-It note, sending yourself e-mails tallying each meal or sending yourself a text message will suffice," Dr. Keith Bachman, another Kaiser Permanente expert, said in a statement.
(Editing by Todd Eastham)
"the following EM (enlisted men) will be volunteers at the Pine Hill (NJ) Independence Day festivities. Report promptly at 0800 hrs to Mrs. Lindstrom (i think that was her name) at the parade marshaling area in Pine Hill. Uniform required is dress khakis..."
that memo waas signed by the battery commander and posted on the company bull. board. There were 6 names. mine was the first.
This meant that I, who was serving my country as a reluctant missleman for 3 years, was going to mark my country's Independence Day by donating my holiday off to marching in a parade to honor... you know where that's going. Keywords in that memo are, "will be volunteers."
For the record, the ladies of the Pine Hill, New Jersey patriotic committee were so nice and gracious and kind to us that the day was more fun than our captain ever intended for us to have. I visited there often after that until the Army decided I should learn to speak German. That was 1967, btw.
So Happy 4th, 2008 to anyone so bored that they are on their computers instead of out on the deck burning burgers. And as I did at that Pine Hill parade long ago, I'll muse a bit on our Independence.
We rebelled against a government of "taxation without representation." (That line is from my 4th grade history book.)
Now we have taxation with representation... There's a little food for thought while those burgers fry. Oh, and hold the tomatoes, please. At a safe (long) distance.
So, if you were to be placed on a deserted island, and you could only take one item, one person, and one type of food, what would they be and why?
All right, let's do this.
Well, the item would be my guitar because it doesn't require batteries and it can keep the insanity levels low. The person would be, um, well, it's a toss-up between my best friend Zach, Lauren, or Brannon. If I took Zach we'd get along but there may be procreation going on down the line and that would be bad. I could take Lauren because I never get tired of her and we're both quite smart and funny. But then again, I could take Brannon, I highly doubt I'd get tired of him... So... Brannon wins. =P Finally, the food would be a cheeseburger with the works, because that's still one item and I get lots of food groups.
One of my most hated foods: Fish
One of the foods they eat the most now: Fish
So, one day, they were having fish and I told mom that I refused to eat any. She told me I had to. And I made ramen, ate that, and refused to eat it anyway. When Step-Dad came home he yelled at me about how if I didn't eat fish the next time we had it, I'd be grounded... And Mom wanders why I'm never home for dinner anymore.
My mom has actually had to start buying separate food for me. Yup. And guess who complains.. None other than: Littlen. Honestly, she's overweight. She NEEDS to diet for her own health. And she's always trying to steal MY food, the stuff she's not suppose to be eating for her health anyway. So now I have to keep my good food in my room.. Like chips and Mountain Dew and stuff. It's not THAT bad, but still.. I do find that from time to time my cereal and wheat thins to be lower than usual.
Mommy is actually the only one who feels sorry for me. She's also, however, the only one constantly in need of fast food and always breaking her diet.
I'm out, for now...
-MewCutie-
2 times a year I go to the dentist for a basic cleaning.
1 of those times was today.
The whole process from beginning to end is such a emotional roller coaster of mixed feelings. I hate the tense, uneasiness I get as I sit there, trying to block out the droning elevator music. Then hearing my name called and feeling my heart start to race a little faster. Seeing that infamous long chair with the plastic on it, right next to the steel table with a set of sharp stainless steel tools all laid out. Then sitting down in it, hearing the plastic squeak as I try to get comfortable. I feel more at ease when the assistant asks some Q:s, and does a little light prep work.
But then the worse part comes, well part 1 of it at least. She leaves...and I am sitting there, with no sounds, wearing a stupid little paper bib. In comes the Dr. and the heart starts to race once again. "Here we go" I say to myself.
He starts with the generic Q:s "How've ya been?" (Like he cares) "Anything bothering you with your teeth?" "Going on any vacations for summer?". Just start the damn cleaning I tell myself.
And then I hear it...the dreaded noise we all cringe at...the high pitched whir of the cleaning drill! I feel my entire body stiffen. Heart is racing fast, and even a little sweat begins to form on my palms. I hear the Dr. talking to the assistant now. "Lower mandibles..light...checking percussion now" He begins to tap each tooth, going from left to right...top and bottom. It hasn't even been 10 min. and my teeth are already starting to hurt a bit. I feel the rattling now, sharp metal instruments are about to invade my mouth. The tools scrape, prod, probe and even pierce. Gums are now red, I taste a little blood, my teeth are gritty feeling, and I can tell my blood pressure has risen. Good times.
But after the harsh cleaning from the Dr. which seems to last forever....my favorite part happens. No not getting the hell outta there...Lol!!
It's that last part of the cleaning...like a warm jacuzzi after a hard workout. The Dr. puts a little toothpaste on a small mechanical soft rubber cup and begins to 'brush' my teeth. Mmm, so nice! Softly it playfully goes on each tooth, almost massaging them. I breath in a long slow breath and feel myself coming back to my normal state of being.
Just in time to have a receptionist ask when I'd like to schedule my next appointment.
Peace.
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