One Year on Ketosis!

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I zipped right past my anniversary!

On the weekend of Memorial Day, 2016, I decided, rather on a whim, to give this Keto thing that my friend was on, a try.

Soooo…like all good diets, I made a spreadsheet.

Wait a minute???

One of the things that ketoer’s harp on is consumption tracking in the beginning.  In order to figure out what to cut from your dietary intake, you gotta first know what             -exactly-   you’re putting in your mouth.  In this age of smart phones and apps, most suggest my fitness pal to track their intake.

I’m not romantically, physically, emotionally or mentally tied to my smart phone.  In fact, the more I can ignore the demonic little piece of tech, the better I like it…so nix on the whole “there’s an app for that” thing.  But I am a self-confessed excel junkie – so a spreadsheet to track daily, weekly, monthly intakes was right up my alley.

A year later – I’d say I’ve had some very noticeable results.

I don’t know how much I weighed when I started, as my SOP was to avoid scales like the plague, but I’m gonna guess it was upwards of 260.  At 5’4″ and that much poundage, yea, I was a ball.  But, hey…round is a shape, right?

I know I went from size 22-24W pants to a size 16  – and even those are now starting to bag.  Ditto on some of my favorite shirts.  I went to the local Goodwill a couple of weeks back, and went mad in their shirts department…I can now wear a ladies size large.  I’d have been lucky to find 2x or 3x that fit before.

People I haven’t seen in a while are starting to tell me “Man…you’ve lost a LOT of weight…”  I usually tell ’em “Keto done me good…”

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I made a choker necklace for S a year+ ago – it didn’t buckle around my neck then – it does now.  And even my ring (featured a couple of times here on the T&T) got too loose to wear without emergency reinforcements!

 

 

 

 

 

I won’t discuss the underwear…you’re welcome!

Am I curious enough to actually step on a scale to see how much tonnage I’ve removed?  Maybe.

Anyway – here’s me before and a year into Keto… and looking forward to year 2!

 

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Before….

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1 Year Low-Carb

The HoneyMoon’s over (Lake Michigan)

Originally published 6.15.2014 on The Tempest and the Teapot’s Google site.

This Friday, June 13th, 2014 – there was a rare event.  A full moon rising on Friday the 13th.  What made this moonrise even rarer was the coloration – a warm, amber-honey color was predicted for this rising.  Thus, the Honey Moon.

So, risking all the horrors of Friday the 13th – and when you’re carrying a DSLR camera to the beach/lakefront that’s a LOT of money to be daring the bad-luck fairy to look away from – the mythos of the full moon causing madness (ok…so I’m already crazy and didn’t need to worry too much about that one) and the SQO’s being bored, I dragged him into the car and off we went.

Once we got to the lake, I realized I had forgotten all about the whole ‘cooler by the lake’ thing, and was only wearing a light top with no sleeves.  Well…  Artists always suffer for their work.  My Turn!!!

We arrived a bit early – sunset was in full swing, but the moon hadn’t come up yet.   So, as I had some time to kill, I set up on my beach for some sunset shots.

I wasn’t disappointed – Mother Nature delivered a very purple sunset…

My beach on the Lake (and just to be clear, here, if I’ve gone to a location for shots 3x or more, it officially, at least in my mind, becomes ‘mine.’  My Beach, my Riverwalk, my Fountain, etc…) runs roughly northwest to southeast, so I can get both sunset and moonrise on the same location.

I foresee a foray out to my beach in my future…one VERY early morning.. to catch a sunrise.  

Two years, hasn’t happened yet.  Can I procrastinate, or what???

As we made our way up the concrete causeway to the round observatory extending into the Lake, I found – people.  Not many people, mind you…but just a few -as crazy as I am- with cameras extended toward the horizon to catch the Honey Moon rising.  Once again proving that I’m not the only nut-job in this state, but amongst a small, eccentric minority of slightly insane nature-lovers.

I snapped away.  Moonrise was well in progress, the color was fantastic, and the camera was singing in electronic joy.  Once I took my attention off the moon – I noticed the power plant further up the shoreline.  Beautiful, the way the reflections hit the water.

Say what you will about the cost of utilities these days, but I’ll forgive them my high-heat bill last winter for them putting out this spectacular light show on the shore.  But only last winter’s bills.  This winter, they’re on their own.

Now, I know I’ve mentioned that the SQO is a musician.  As a performer, he’s a natural in front of the camera.  I’ve lost count of the number of projects he’s appeared in – he’s always a willing vict…er…volunteer for whatever insane idea I have involving my camera.

I’d come across a number of forced perspective photos on the web – and naturally, the ‘what the hell’ just burst out of me in the throes of the moonrise (who am I to question the strange ideas blooming under the light of the full moon?)
Several moments of ‘just a bit to the right, now raise your hand JUUUUUUST a bit more, back to the left a hair, turn your head a little more, lower your chin, NOPE, too much, lower your hand a fraction of an inch,’ produced this ducky little shot.

 

And, as an aside – He was certainly more attentive to the Lakeshore temperature than I was – June, and he’s sensibly dressed in a leather jacket, hat, and scarf, while I’m doing the whole ‘Freezin’ for a Reason’ thing.

Overall, the shoot went well – but I couldn’t tempt the wicked fates of Friday the 13th by getting great shots without paying the price for my success – even with being under dressed, freezing my bunz off, and succumbing to the influences of the light of the crazy-generating moon.  (where do you think the term ‘lunatic’ comes from?)

Finally, there were no more good shots to be had.  As the moon rose higher in the sky, the amber hue faded away, until only the standard white moon filled the sky.  Quite pleased with my shots, I quickly packed things up…because by this time I was shaking more than a bit, I believe I started acquiring a lovely shade of blue, and the mosquitoes were undaunted by the brisk night air.

In Wisconsin, the mosquitoes grow fur to combat the weather!

The DSLR came off the tripod and into its bag – close and clip.  The Canon with the mega-zoom got looped around my neck.  The tripod was folded, but the legs were still extended.  The teacup had its own little bag to stay secure in, along with a smallish brass chalice I’d picked up at Goodwill (seriously, folks, if you’re ever looking for awesome photo props that won’t break the bank – go to your local Goodwill, St. Vincent de Paul, or any other resale shop in your area), and they were both nestled inside.

We made haste to the car – up the concrete sidewalk toward shelter and warmth, when I heard it.

A metallic tink. Followed by the breaking of glass.

I had forgotten to zip the bag with the teacup.  Both it, and the chalice, launched from the bag in a misguided attempt to break for freedom.  My poor, brave, foolish little teacup.  I guess the pressures of stardom were too much for it.  It must have been depressed to never be pressed into service as a container for a hot bath of Earl Grey, surrounded with happy, crunchy bikkies on the side.  It ended its life of photographic supermodel-dom on the concrete walkway for the observatory on Bender Beach on the Wisconsin side of Lake Michigan.

Rest in Pieces, little buddy. Friday the 13th took you from me, and the Honey Moon is now over…

Pair -o- Dice

I did a thing…

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I felt the need for a little something hanging from the rear-view mirror of my car…and a good friend in the Chainmailler’s group just happened to write up a tutorial for a delightful little 6 sided cube with spots 😀

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These should look absolutely fantastic in my car…I even offered up a blood sacrifice to the chainmaille Gods to insure it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

And – because everyone should have a pair – I stuck ’em on my Etsy page, as well…

Too fun!

 


					

Octopot

For some odd reason, the kids think I have an obsession with teapots.

It might have something to do with the name of the blog.  It might have something to do with the name of my Etsy shop.  Or the Facebook page I maintain with the same name.

It also might have to do with some of the photography I’ve done, featuring said teapot.  He managed to feature in quite a few of the earlier T&T posts from my Google days.

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It may even be my pretty widely-used avatar photo – one of my favorite (read, time intensive, “Whatinhell did I get myself into???” PITA) ‘shop projects of all time:

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Now…I don’t necessarily attach myself to teapots exclusively.  I freely love all unique glassware.  I remember dropping into mourning when the teacup fell out of its bag and shattered on the pavement.

I wrote a very heartfelt and appropriate post celebrating our creative collaboration together, and wore black for a whole DAY.

I was saddened when Spook dragged one of my ceramic comedy/tragedy masks off the wall, and I found it in pieces in the morning.

I used the pieces in a photography project, one of the shots ended up as album art for the SQO’s band’s album.

I’m even a little upset over the glass I broke last week, because I forgot it was in the fridge and pulled something out behind it.

Glass slivers in the bottom of the feet seriously suck!!!

But I’m not obsessed with JUST teapots…I have objects De Drinkware all over the blog:

If it throws a reflection, sparkle, or glimmer and is unusual, it catches my eye.

Anyway – the kids went down to Goodwill last weekend, and brought me something that I HAD to share:

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Ladies and Gentlemen…may I proudly present:   OCTOPOT!

If ever there was a time I was tempted to change out my blog banner for a new one…this would be the new ‘T’ in the T&T, because it’s just too damned adorable to be hidden 😀

Goodbye Darkness, my old friend…

Right…

I haven’t had a drop of anything caffeinated since the fascinating brush with the new pain chart last week won me an all-expenses-NOT-paid trip to the ER via ambulance last week.  It was a hard decision.

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I had been drinking the occasional energy drink on the weekends, because I wanted something sweet and cold, instead of hot. (Not that big a deal – they’re loaded with chemical stimulants, anyway…)

 

 

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The Diet Coke is now officially history.  (ditto – chemical shit-storm, anyone?)

 

 

 

 

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But the coffee & cream in the AM?

**sob**

Gawd, I miss my coffee…

 

 

 

 

Oddly enough, it’s not missed nearly as much when I walk as when I drive in to work.  The fresh air, exercise, and sunshine must be fully waking me up so I don’t NEED  my coffee in those mornings…but when I end up having to drive in to work, I feel my ass just a-draggin all day long.

 

I have to wave valiantly to you, my dark, hot, creamy & sweet (thanks to some Torani syrups) lover…but the romance is over.  Maybe you and Catherine’s Clothing Stores can get together?

 

Now what am I gonna do with my funny coffee cup collection?

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The Rock

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Nope – not the wrestler/actor…although, it certainly FELT like I’d been body-slammed.

I’m talking about a kidney stone.  I had one make its way down from the kidney to the bladder yesterday.

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For the record, I did hit 12 yesterday.  Max Suckage.

 

When they say ‘You never forget your first,’ a kidney stone may have been what they had in mind.

But – I did survive my trip to the ER via an ambulance, after scaring the bejezus out of my co-workers – and survived the stone’s travel from the kidney to the bladder.  I even survived a brief episode of ‘bumper beds,’ when the lady who was wheeling me from the CAT scan room back to my ER room banged the bed into a wall.

I now get the lovely task of waiting until it takes the final leg of its journey, out of my bladder and into (hopefully) the strainer the ER provided to catch it.  They want to analyze it and find out what substance it’s made of, so dietary recommendations can follow.

I already made some changes in the daily diet on recommendations I found on the web…going meatless for my work lunches (I still get cheese & butter, though, which is an acceptable substitute for the Keto-me), looking for protein/fat sources with a little less sodium, and seriously amping up the water intake.

I also have magnesium and potassium citrate supplements on their way.  Both are recommended in the prevention of future stones.

I have a feeling there’s gonna be a fight with a nutritionist in my immediate future, though, because I’m not willing to give up ketosis.  A year of no heartburn after 20+ years trying everything under the sun to alleviate it – yer damn straight I’m gonna fight to keep my diet.

 

Should be interesting.

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Black of Night, Black of Mood

Monday was NOT a good night.

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I don’t know if it was the three Atkins Peanut Butter Cups, the diet soda, or the last of the sugar free gummy bears.  I had a MASSIVE sweets craving, and I settled it in an appropriate Keto way…

sadly, too much sugar alcohols tend to force their way OUT…

It might have been the Red Wedding episode of Game of Thrones watched with the SQO.

Possibly – it was the new chainmaille pattern – 2 lengths of box chain stitched up the middle, using a mix of stretchy rubber rings and stainless steel links – for a watchband, that I kept weaving EVERY time I closed my eyes.

All I know is that I simply couldn’t sleep.

So I dug up an appropriately-themed earworm.

As a side note – I actually got to see the Black Moods live.  They’re an indie band out of Arizona (I think) and a couple of years ago they actually scraped together enough funds to do a tour.  I caught them at a bar in Cudahy, got a copy of their album, and have since listened to every song on that album at least a dozen times.

Enough times to be able to sing along, anyway…

As for the insomnia – I did, finally, manage to snag a couple of hours of sleep around 8am, complete with dreams of construction crews turning a perfectly good stretch of concrete into rubble.  No…wait…that part wasn’t a dream.  My street is getting torn to shit.

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