..and even though it feels great it seems like my creativity level is falling a bit, giving me no inspiration to blog. Or.. it’s actually not even inspiration I’m lacking, but more to get hold of some of my thoughts. It seems like I’ve to many thoughts and no thoughts at all – nothing specific anyway and what’s the point with that? Or maybe I’ve some thoughts that I don’t want to share. All in all I may be a bit restrained at the moment, and I’m not sure why. Maybe because this blog is getting way to personal and that’s not a bad thing, but when people I know are following my blog (or I hope so!) it can be a little weird sharing personal things on the internet and knowing that someone out there knows shit loads about you and you don’t even know them. It ruins all the mystery of getting to know a person and letting them in to your life in a “traditional way”.
But yeah, this post was me “thinking loudly” and getting a hold of some of the stuff I’ve been thinking of. I’m not sure whats gonna happen from here, but lets just see. It’s probably just a stage…
I love my feather headband so much I go to bed with it… on
Right this moment I’m getting ready for a workout at the gym.. or, I’m actually ready, but I’m trying to prepare myself mentally cause this time I have to compensate for being lazy last week. So if you don’t hear from me ever again I died from a heart attack on the treadmill.
Other than that I don’t have much to say. I thought of what to write about in 10 minutes now, but nothing interesting pops up. I thought about writing about my Facebook addiction, but that’s just too lame. Aren’t we all addicted in some way to that crazy internet page? Or you may not think of yourself as a facebookoholic and if that’s so.. damn, you are in deep shit. Remember that the first step of getting rid of your addiction is to face it, admit it and embrace it – and then you can kick your habit in the nuts!
…and if your answer was “nothing”, then you’re almost right.. but no, I’m painting once again. I really do enjoy it when I’m bored out of my mind, thinking about heading for a night of Facebook mania. Luckly I kicked my Facebook obsession in the ass and instead started a new painting. It looks quite funny at the moment, but I see some great potential! I just need to find an empty place on my wall ’cause.. yeah, there is none.
I wish I had some fun stuff to tell, but my weekend was just too party naughty as we say it in Danish (and maybe it’s about time I didn’t seem so alcoholic on my blog…)
When you always forget things you wanna remember, but remember things you wanna forget.
When you lie in your bed, waiting to kill a fly and it never comes back again. My life in a nutshell pretty much.
When you realize your life is like waiting for flies.
When you drink too much, but not much to stop text messaging people you don’t wanna write to.
… when you go ahead and then call those people…
When you can’t eat ONE piece of cake, but need to eat the entire cake in 15 minutes.
When you use money you don’t have, and nobody wants to give you a job.
When you laugh while writing this.. or that’s a good thing, right?
When you write a list about why you have lost in life and can’t stop.
When you decide to stop adding more shitty thing to the list, but you don’t want to.
And now I will stop.. I think..
Lets just say that I – of course – haven’t followed the south beach diet to every single point. I’m doing it jazz-style.
So therefore there has been some sugar and starches, but that’s actually a good thing because I realized how much I didn’t miss it when I felt what it was doing to my body.. oh so dramatic, but true.
I didn’t eat starches that day.. can you see the difference?
I visited my sister yesterday, where she made the perfect lasagna with a whole lot of garlic bread (the good kind with lots of fibers though), but when I ate the lasagna I just didn’t feel full.. I ate and ate…and ate, and still after I stopped eating about 1 kg lasagna later, I still wanted to eat. And through out the whole night I just felt the hunger in my tummy, begging me too eat some more.. anything! which lead to a late night snack consisting of sugar. Oh well...
So no more starches and bad carbs from now on. The nights before I ate proteins with some approved veggies, following the south beach diet and I felt great: meaning, NO hunger. And that feels damn awesome!
I easily get bored, as you can see..
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this picture has nothing to do with the post, I just felt like sharing baby jazz on the blog. And as you can see nothing has changed with my hair. Once bangs always bangs!
So I told you guys I’m on the South Beach diet, but there is a very good reason for that and that’s not because I’m fat or feel the need to lose some weight. I’m doing this primarily because of my illness.
When I was 14 years old I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. A chronic inflammatory bowel disease that is situated in my colon, but the location of the disease is very different from patient to patient. And from that day I had to change my whole lifestyle, not because I had some bad habits that caused the disease, but because medicine and food plans now had a place in my life that could have an influence on my health and the disease.
Therefore I’m always experimenting on my body with different foods, and that is not always funny, but for a girl like me that used to play a little scientist when I was little with a physics set my daddy gave me – and what a lovely play set may I add – I find it pretty fascinating how food can change the course of the disease from feeling really awful to brilliant!
And that’s why I’m on the SB-diet right now: to see how my body and the disease reacts when I pipe down for the sugar, starches and carbs from my basic diet. But first I need to digest the 1 kg apple pie I ate today, so the SB-diet kicks in for real tomorrow and you can follow the process on my blog.
…and byebye sugar, starches and carbs.
And it went good until my daddy baked a large apple pie. Now I’m 80 % apple pie and 20 % coffee. Ups.
But what the heck. In my world one apple pie a day keeps the doctor away.. till you get about 50 kg heavier and then you are screwed. Like an Elvis diet: eat till you die of eating.. or something.
Oh my, what nonsense… Maybe I’ll write something more interesting later, cause right now I once again feel like shit. It’s been a hard weekend with too much partying.
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