I've lost a little weight since the diagnosis. Nothing dramatic, though. My stomach was rumbly this morning, and I had a hard time getting food in. As a result, I've been spacey and had a headache all day. I was pretty sure that I must be starving, so I decided to count how many calories I'd had. It wasn't hard; I haven't eaten that much. I had a little bit of rice porridge for breakfast, two bananas for snack, a carrot juice, some tofu and polenta, and a protein shake. It all added up to 1600 calories, which is a lot more than I expected. I'm glad I go by, "eat when you're hungry," because, even though this is right on track for a 2000 calorie diet, this was an unacceptably small amount of food to be eating. I haven't counted what I eat on a good day, but even with the crohn's, it's got to be up somewhere around 3000.
Also, I bought shoes today.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Dinner with Camille
What a great day! We woke up, had breakfast at the classic-car-themed diner, Beaterville, I took an hour long nap, then lunch, lazing around, and dinner with Camille. We got take out and biked to an overlook point to munch.
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I'm thankful for leggings. They make it possible for me to ride my cruiser while wearing a form-fitting dress. Granted, I hike the skirt part up to above the saddle. At least I look good when I get off the bike, and no one gets to sneak a peak.
The result of yummy Thai take out is that I got so full that my tummy hurt really bad and I had to miss a workout. But that paired with the unusually long sleeping periods, maybe putting the workout off till tomorrow is a good decision.
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The result of yummy Thai take out is that I got so full that my tummy hurt really bad and I had to miss a workout. But that paired with the unusually long sleeping periods, maybe putting the workout off till tomorrow is a good decision.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
PB&J Smoothie
Friday, August 27, 2010
Tonights Dinner
Food and Fashion
They don't mix very well, at least not for me. I started sewing an apron last week but have yet to finish it. I made some amazing food today, and looked great doing it. Now I need to go explore Freddy's stain-removal aisle. Per took some pictures, and when I get around do uploading the camera, I'll post them. Also in that collection is some nice ones of me in makeup doing box jumps, before the stomach said "absolutely no."
Dinner tonight was four dishes, as followes:
Marinated tomatoes--
A bunch of tomatoes*
A fistful of basil*
Olive oil
Balsamic vinegar
Lemon juice
Salt and pepper to taste
Pine nuts
Start this first so it can sit for half an hour or so while everything else gets ready
Baked Yellow Squash
Two over ripe crookneck squash* seeded and sliced to 1/2 inch
Tablespoon of Olive oil
Tablespoon of Agave
A thumb of grated fresh ginger
Salt
Mix thoroughly and put in a baking dish. Bake at 400F till soft, somewhere around half an hour
Tofu and Beef Tips in BBQ Sauce
Pound of firm tofu
Package of beef tips, frozen
One cup of BBQ sauce (I used the apricot recipe from Veganomicon)
Dice and fry up the tofu till crispy. Add the beef. Fry for another three minutes. Turn heat off and add the sauce. Let that simmer for another five minutes
To round things our, we had two heads of broccoli, steamed.
* All that stuff is from my garden. Not a lot of variety growing out there, but what I got, I got plenty of!
I love meals like this, that turn out so good and have such vibrant colors.
My dress loved this meal much less so. I'm a little bit of a sloppy cook, and it shows. But I swear I'm gonna go set up the sewing machine right now!
Dinner tonight was four dishes, as followes:
Marinated tomatoes--
A bunch of tomatoes*
A fistful of basil*
Olive oil
Balsamic vinegar
Lemon juice
Salt and pepper to taste
Pine nuts
Start this first so it can sit for half an hour or so while everything else gets ready
Baked Yellow Squash
Two over ripe crookneck squash* seeded and sliced to 1/2 inch
Tablespoon of Olive oil
Tablespoon of Agave
A thumb of grated fresh ginger
Salt
Mix thoroughly and put in a baking dish. Bake at 400F till soft, somewhere around half an hour
Tofu and Beef Tips in BBQ Sauce
Pound of firm tofu
Package of beef tips, frozen
One cup of BBQ sauce (I used the apricot recipe from Veganomicon)
Dice and fry up the tofu till crispy. Add the beef. Fry for another three minutes. Turn heat off and add the sauce. Let that simmer for another five minutes
To round things our, we had two heads of broccoli, steamed.
* All that stuff is from my garden. Not a lot of variety growing out there, but what I got, I got plenty of!
I love meals like this, that turn out so good and have such vibrant colors.
My dress loved this meal much less so. I'm a little bit of a sloppy cook, and it shows. But I swear I'm gonna go set up the sewing machine right now!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Doctors?
Anyone out there know of a physician who knows about both sports and gut diseases? I'm trying to figure out how to race and train with Crohn's, and could use some professional advice. "Listen to your body" can only take me so far, you know?
My Inspirations
I grew up on Danny Kaye movies. Specifically, three of them. I didn't know who Micheal Jackson was, but I knew the Court Jester by heart. I'm not a connoisseur of musicals, I'm more of a specialist. What I have seen, I've seen a million times. But with this new project, I've decided to expand my repertoire. So here's a basic rundown of the history of the musicals that I care about:
Okay, I lied. I have to include this even though it's not about musicals.
Late 20s, early 30s: Mae West moved from stage to film. She's like nothing else I've seen. Bawdy, broad, and full of wit. She rocked the film industry! This was pre-censorship, and she was full speed ahead. "It's not the men in your life that count. It's the life in your men." One after another. Gotta love her. Oh, also, the New Old Lompoc on 21st has one of those cardboard cut outs of her from I'm No Angel, but they've stretched her. She was actually kind of chunky, like a box, and they made her much more modern-sized. Kind of irritating. I'm not going for a fat-positive lecture here, it's just that so much of her appeal was in how she carried herself. And her size was part of that. So, grrr.
The 1940s: A lot of good stuff, but not a lot of movies that I've actually seen start to finish. Danny Kaye got his start here. Up In Arms, Kid From Brooklyn and others. I need a refresher on early Kaye films. Also, Bing Crosby and Bob Hope, and Fred and Ginger.
The Glorious 1950s: I've been boning up a little bit on the history here, and learned that the process of making a musical back then was a lot different than the way movies are made now. The big studios would have a talent pool of actors and actresses, and just kind of cycle through them. One interesting example is Debbie Reynolds in Singing In The Rain. She didn't know how to dance but Arthur Freed at MGM decided it was time for her to have a leading role. Evidently it was rough going, but she was able to learn the moves with the help of Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire. She said, in an interview, that she passed out one time while rehearsing the Good Morning number. Here's another number with Kelly and O'Connor from a TV clip.
White Christmas came out in 54. It's great, any time of the year. Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, and George Clooney's aunt, Rosemary Clooney. I always love it when these musicals work in a performance, as a way to show some song and dance numbers that don't really fit with the plot. This one has one of my favorite numbers of all time, where Danny Kaye is making fun of the advant garde theater movement. "Sisters," as done by the boys, is another great one.
I could ramble on more, and probably will do so in later posts, but for now, let's move on.
The 50s was also the end of the musical era. Everything changed with television and rock and roll. The teenagers had never before been a leading consumer group. Adults and children more often stayed home and watched the TV, while the teens were the ones going out to the movies. The stars of the time had expected to be able to keep going for years, like those before them had, but the carpet was pulled out from under them. They were on top of the world one year, and then the next, no one's contracts were renewed. Gene Kelly made twenty movies in fifteen years, from 1942 to 1957, then only made three after that. And it wasn't for lack of talent. Just watch him soft shoe with Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu. There just wasn't an audience for him anymore.
While I do adore these musicals, they aren't really pertinent to the rockabilly movement. That's a little more about Buddy Holly, Elvis, and the like. Here's Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers singing Teenage Delinquent. So good! And here he is at 13 talking about how he wrote "Fools Fall In Love."
In 1990, John Waters came out with Cry Baby featuring Johnny Depp. Waters said that he wanted to show how kids new how to be bad, even before rock and roll hit the big time. It's also got Ricki Lake, Iggy Pop, Tracy Lords and Mink Stole to round out its awesomeness!
Yesterday I finished watching "Cover Girl," a 1944 musical with Rita Hayworth. It was the first movie of her's that I'd seen. Gene Kelly's in it as the male romantic interest. She's good. Brassy, and pretty close to being a strong female role model. She does cry into her liquor a little bit over her man, but she also goes against what folks tell her to do, which is pretty good for that time. She's also super adorable.
I'm halfway through "No Business Like Show Business" with Donald O'Connor and Marilyn Monroe. Ethyl Merman is in it too, and I feel like I should care about her, but I just don't know enough to be partial. She's funny, but I haven't gotten much more from her.
That's all for today. I'm going to be a good little wife and go clean the house in my curlers now.
Okay, I lied. I have to include this even though it's not about musicals.
Late 20s, early 30s: Mae West moved from stage to film. She's like nothing else I've seen. Bawdy, broad, and full of wit. She rocked the film industry! This was pre-censorship, and she was full speed ahead. "It's not the men in your life that count. It's the life in your men." One after another. Gotta love her. Oh, also, the New Old Lompoc on 21st has one of those cardboard cut outs of her from I'm No Angel, but they've stretched her. She was actually kind of chunky, like a box, and they made her much more modern-sized. Kind of irritating. I'm not going for a fat-positive lecture here, it's just that so much of her appeal was in how she carried herself. And her size was part of that. So, grrr.
The 1940s: A lot of good stuff, but not a lot of movies that I've actually seen start to finish. Danny Kaye got his start here. Up In Arms, Kid From Brooklyn and others. I need a refresher on early Kaye films. Also, Bing Crosby and Bob Hope, and Fred and Ginger.
The Glorious 1950s: I've been boning up a little bit on the history here, and learned that the process of making a musical back then was a lot different than the way movies are made now. The big studios would have a talent pool of actors and actresses, and just kind of cycle through them. One interesting example is Debbie Reynolds in Singing In The Rain. She didn't know how to dance but Arthur Freed at MGM decided it was time for her to have a leading role. Evidently it was rough going, but she was able to learn the moves with the help of Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire. She said, in an interview, that she passed out one time while rehearsing the Good Morning number. Here's another number with Kelly and O'Connor from a TV clip.
White Christmas came out in 54. It's great, any time of the year. Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, and George Clooney's aunt, Rosemary Clooney. I always love it when these musicals work in a performance, as a way to show some song and dance numbers that don't really fit with the plot. This one has one of my favorite numbers of all time, where Danny Kaye is making fun of the advant garde theater movement. "Sisters," as done by the boys, is another great one.
I could ramble on more, and probably will do so in later posts, but for now, let's move on.
The 50s was also the end of the musical era. Everything changed with television and rock and roll. The teenagers had never before been a leading consumer group. Adults and children more often stayed home and watched the TV, while the teens were the ones going out to the movies. The stars of the time had expected to be able to keep going for years, like those before them had, but the carpet was pulled out from under them. They were on top of the world one year, and then the next, no one's contracts were renewed. Gene Kelly made twenty movies in fifteen years, from 1942 to 1957, then only made three after that. And it wasn't for lack of talent. Just watch him soft shoe with Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu. There just wasn't an audience for him anymore.
While I do adore these musicals, they aren't really pertinent to the rockabilly movement. That's a little more about Buddy Holly, Elvis, and the like. Here's Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers singing Teenage Delinquent. So good! And here he is at 13 talking about how he wrote "Fools Fall In Love."
In 1990, John Waters came out with Cry Baby featuring Johnny Depp. Waters said that he wanted to show how kids new how to be bad, even before rock and roll hit the big time. It's also got Ricki Lake, Iggy Pop, Tracy Lords and Mink Stole to round out its awesomeness!
Yesterday I finished watching "Cover Girl," a 1944 musical with Rita Hayworth. It was the first movie of her's that I'd seen. Gene Kelly's in it as the male romantic interest. She's good. Brassy, and pretty close to being a strong female role model. She does cry into her liquor a little bit over her man, but she also goes against what folks tell her to do, which is pretty good for that time. She's also super adorable.
I'm halfway through "No Business Like Show Business" with Donald O'Connor and Marilyn Monroe. Ethyl Merman is in it too, and I feel like I should care about her, but I just don't know enough to be partial. She's funny, but I haven't gotten much more from her.
That's all for today. I'm going to be a good little wife and go clean the house in my curlers now.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Morning Makeup
This is my morning makeup routine. I've started by doing all my base stuff and one eye. I'm sorry the quality isn't better.
Day 28: a recap
Rolling into the Hood River Valley High School parking lot in my 84 Dodge Aries, I got my first glimpse of an early-60s Ford Falcon. Its polished black paint contrasting against the gleaming chrome was just too much for my teenage heart. Quiet and alone on my bench seat, I swooned.
Ten years later I am a somewhat respectable adult with a husband, a house, and a car all my own. We are Portlanders. We are practical. We have four bicycle racks on the roof of our Subaru station wagon. We own a house in North Portland, the popular home of many young successful, but still slightly hip couples. We garden, compost, and recycle. And still, every time I pass a Falcon, my heart flutters just a bit and my knees shudder. For the seven years that Per and I have been together, he has had to listen to me wax poetic about these cars. At the end of his patience, Per decided that if I really want one, I'm going to have to earn it. And so we struck a deal.
The contract is this: if I can dress in the rockabilly style, complete with makeup and hair, each and every single day for six months, then we will buy a 64 Ford Falcon. If I skip a day, it starts over. I've never been one for subtlety, and any excuse to have fun is a welcome one right now. It keeps my mind off the my recently diagnosed Crohn's disease (ulcers in my little gut) that is keeping me from racing or even riding my bicycle.
The rules are kind of hazy and weird, especially considering that the rockabilly movement was in its peak in the 50s, the car's a 64, and I am working in some of the glamor of the 40s. The color palate is essentially black and red. Polka dots and gingham are great. Victory rolls and pompadours work for the hair, liquid eyeliner for the eyes, and very, very red lipstick. Also, all twenty of my nails must be kept in good condition with cherry red nail polish. And let's not forget the shopping. A whole new wardrobe! Dresses, shoes, girdles, the whole deal! Skinny jeans are a no-go for me (deadlift butt) so I'm stuck with pencil skirts and lovely dresses. It's not that I don't like how I look in skinny jeans, it's that I have yet to find any that are sewed for sprinters. But I don't usually mind the shopping. Naked City on Hawthorne has been a good source, as well as the occasional vintage stores. Finding clothes that fit has been a little bit of a challenge. I know everyone has a unique body shape, but I definitely have had an easier time of it in the past, pre-weight lifting. My lats are too wide and my tits are too small. My waist is too solid and my glutes stick out too much. All these things are great for going fast, but not so good for taffeta. Cotton/spandex blends are my friends.
Some photos from my facebook posts:
Ten years later I am a somewhat respectable adult with a husband, a house, and a car all my own. We are Portlanders. We are practical. We have four bicycle racks on the roof of our Subaru station wagon. We own a house in North Portland, the popular home of many young successful, but still slightly hip couples. We garden, compost, and recycle. And still, every time I pass a Falcon, my heart flutters just a bit and my knees shudder. For the seven years that Per and I have been together, he has had to listen to me wax poetic about these cars. At the end of his patience, Per decided that if I really want one, I'm going to have to earn it. And so we struck a deal.
The contract is this: if I can dress in the rockabilly style, complete with makeup and hair, each and every single day for six months, then we will buy a 64 Ford Falcon. If I skip a day, it starts over. I've never been one for subtlety, and any excuse to have fun is a welcome one right now. It keeps my mind off the my recently diagnosed Crohn's disease (ulcers in my little gut) that is keeping me from racing or even riding my bicycle.
The rules are kind of hazy and weird, especially considering that the rockabilly movement was in its peak in the 50s, the car's a 64, and I am working in some of the glamor of the 40s. The color palate is essentially black and red. Polka dots and gingham are great. Victory rolls and pompadours work for the hair, liquid eyeliner for the eyes, and very, very red lipstick. Also, all twenty of my nails must be kept in good condition with cherry red nail polish. And let's not forget the shopping. A whole new wardrobe! Dresses, shoes, girdles, the whole deal! Skinny jeans are a no-go for me (deadlift butt) so I'm stuck with pencil skirts and lovely dresses. It's not that I don't like how I look in skinny jeans, it's that I have yet to find any that are sewed for sprinters. But I don't usually mind the shopping. Naked City on Hawthorne has been a good source, as well as the occasional vintage stores. Finding clothes that fit has been a little bit of a challenge. I know everyone has a unique body shape, but I definitely have had an easier time of it in the past, pre-weight lifting. My lats are too wide and my tits are too small. My waist is too solid and my glutes stick out too much. All these things are great for going fast, but not so good for taffeta. Cotton/spandex blends are my friends.
Some photos from my facebook posts:
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