Day 1: 1/7/2011 the anti-inflammation begins...

Am determined to chronicle this online. It gets to feel LIVE for me and no one's watching anyway, right? :-)
I grew up a non-drinking, vegetarian (that's hard as a carb-addict who can't stop eating after she has 7 bites of something). I married an omnivore so I tried some chicken and a few other things when I had some wine and felt daring. I have dabbled in Vegan for two years (supplemented by B12 and Calcium and some other things I can't remember).
Now I consider myself "Mostly Vegan". A clean eater with a smidge of dairy about once a week (mostly to remind myself what it tastes like and to come home and make an identical tasting thing vegan), and a smattering of egg or chicken about 2-3 times a week.





10am: the housekeeper is here today so along with my 5am black, Mount Hagen organic coffee with Stevia I have had a decaf green tea by Celestial Seasonings, an Aveda The Tea, and a black Nutcracker Ballet tea. I try my best to stay out of her way because frankly the more laundry she does, the less chemicals I have to come in contacts with and apparently I am high risk for everything so it would affect me more than her anyway (wait until I mention the full body hives I have been having four times a day that should be enough to send me back on my anti-inflammation diet... oy vey).



I am trying to make this a "down" day on the Alternative Day diet where I eat 500 calories one day and a healthy albeit unrestricted one on the next day.The eating will happen no doubt when the kiddies get home from school and homework becomes an issue - I swear I am a better and more patient and perfect mom every single day. It's so nice when they're not 5 anymore and you can talk to them like people. I am not good with secrets within my immediate family and having to hide most of the world from young minds because they're not ready to receive the information was annoying and difficult when they were younger. To be untruthful to the people I love the most felt uncouth, gauche, unreal... there should be no secrets within immediate family. Everything can be dealt with, we are all human. I want to keep that going so the teen years a-coming are not horrible (fingers crossed). But I digress again...

Stats: am battling my last 20 to take off. Am a whopping 143 (which at 5'4" isn't even clinically obese I think but I am determined not to be a size 10 anymore and not have to wear painful spanx or torturous girdles or three pair of control tummy Beyonce nylons (How perfect and numb to the pain of her heels does she look in her performances?) just so my hips don't stick out and I get a nice silhouette). I am determined to feel GORGEOUS and sexy again before I hit mid-life. I am determined to be able to throw on an outfit and and have it just look good. I am determined to  take all that energy and confidence and happiness that I am sure to feel and spread it around. I am determined to stay or get back to being an intellectual girl. I am determined to have an amazing, sexy photoshoot this year.

I am determined.

I am sure to have some steamed veggies and protein today and something sinister at lunch when the kids are around. What lurks around the corner for my tummy I will tell you the next time I log in.
Happy noshing! All my love and strength my loves. XOXX

UPDATE: 2 hrs later. The little one is home. Have had a salad sans dressing (ok a little Lemon Poppy dressing) and organic crackers with blue frosting. Yes there is still junk from the holidays kicking around the house and yes it will be destroyed, eaten, gotten rid of when my husband comes home and I beg him to throw out perfectly good, unopened cans of sweet gingerbread house decoration and other junk because I just can't and he, being the most perfect person in the world (yes I do blush when I talk about him and we've been married 15 yrs... eww too sickeningly sweet I know) who wants to help me, will. So there's that. Dinner will be better... veggies and protein.

Hmmmm, maybe this should just be a Twitter food journal so I don't have to log in every 3 hrs and cry into my food from a lack of followers a la Liz Lemon... hmmmm...

http://pinkaliciousintentions.blogspot.com - out (drops microphone loudly on the floor, smiles seductively, and exits stage left) #TurnDownForWhat

CR Diet: my new "thang"...

Taken by Lola of VeganYumYum

I have a confession to make, yet again, I am a foodie. I am an emotional eater. The only time I feel good is when I get a grip on my diet. The only time I feel good is when I have had around 1100 calories a day.
I have struggled with the same 10-20 lbs my ENTIRE life. I am that yo-yo dieter that one should never be. I obsess about eating or not eating or food or not food until it becomes too much. If food were a pill I could take my life would be sooo much easier.

There! I said it. I confess!

We all know that food can't be as simple as a pill, I know that food is a drug. I know that all the external and emotional cues are my downfall when I am uncentered. I know I need to manage my stress but still stay based in reality. I know that life is not Disneyland... and I know that I actually love a challenge and don't really like Disneyland that much anyway... on a  clear day. :-)

IT IS 2011!
I am reading Madame Bovary for the first time (and I am not usually a fiction reader except for the classics but a recent article in Elle magazine peaked my interest for this book) and it turns out it's a free Kindle download. Fun! :-)

I am reading "The Alternative Day Diet" which kind of makes me feel fun, funky, alternative... a little bit of flaky/svelte Just Jack combined with Ellen (when I dress like her I feel most ME anyway - it's Donna Karan circa 1995)... and it's a version of Caloric Restriction.

That's my current back story.

NOW: What is CRON?
To me it is a way of eating that frees me from all the rules I grew up with. I do not have to finish my daal (lentils), I do not have to eat at a prescribed time, I do not have to follow external cues of commercials or react to the mention of food. I may not have the prettiest face when I am done dieting but I am FREE to do what I want.... to dangle on the edge of anorexia without a clinical diagnosis.
Food is a drug and I love the idea of taking a drug (am a bit stuck in the idea of being a cool hippy-chick despite being a smart health freak who would never smoke or do anything resembling inappropriate... on purpose... despite my thrill seeking, firey personality... if I just redefine my idea of THRILL then anything can be a thrill! How Stepford! I know... trust me... I know what you are thinking. I know how critical the reader is. I don't care. You can't care if you are going to attempt to put your truth out there.)
It's like all the dieting books say: If you take out all the sugar and minimize salt then you can taste real food, taste what life and a carrot is supposed to taste like! The problem is I am afraid of success sometimes (no matter how well I try to set myself up to succeed) and truly have come to enjoy the feeling of being uncomfortably numb and desensitized.

But I digress... refocus... reboot... Calorie Restriction.... the bubble of Calorie Restriction.
It means you eat all the freaking veggies you want within a certain time period and some protein and wee bit of whole grain to get your cells to throw out all the inflammation, all the extra lymph you don't need, all the extra BS that is slowly poisoning your mind/body. SLEEK UP!
Difficult? Yes. Impossible? Maybe.