Filed under: Adventures in the Slow-Carb Diet, Miscellaneous, Music | Tags: diet, food, music, Sunday
Alright
I finished my first week on the Slow-Carb diet.
Early observations:
- I have to eat a lot more food at each meal than I would expect/am used to
- Even eating more food, I find myself hungry about an hour or two after eating
- In general I am finding that I have more energy and just plain feel better most of the time
- Due to the amount of food required to eat, this diet is proving fairly expensive
- I love the cheat day
- I hate the cheat day
Today was the first cheat day, and I really went for it. My breakfast consisted of Swiss Cake Rolls, Keebler Jumbo Fudge Sticks, and Jones Green Apple Soda. It was delicious. The only thing remotely sweet I had had the entire week was a glass of lemonade Crystal Light that I had yesterday. My tongue danced with delight upon tasting something sweet. For lunch today I went out with my friends from church to Famous Dave’s and had a Texas Manhandler with fries and a dessert. So good. After that we went over to our friend Adam Burton’s house and watched the NFC and AFC championship games. Both the teams that I wanted to win won each game, so I was happy. While there, I had some Pringles, Chex Mix, and Sour Patch Kids. Then we ordered pizza. I had five slices. Then I came home and tried to get rid of as many Swiss Cake Rolls and those Fudge Sticks that I could so I wouldn’t have to look at them all week. I also drank two more Jones sodas. I’ve probably had WAYYYY too many calories today, but that’s what I was supposed to do. It was good to eat junk, and I succeeded in what the author of the diet said to do: eat so much junk that you don’t want to even look at it the rest of the week. Mission: accomplished. I’m craving my healthy food and drinking just water/tea/coffee again.
I don’t have a scale, so tracking weight loss is gonna be kind of hard to do. I have an estimated start weight, and I’m going to be taking weekly photographs of my physique until I’ve lost the weight I’m aiming to lose and then I’ll post them all in a blog so you can see the transition.
Today was fun, but it was also kind of a tough/frustrating/generally-life-draining day for reasons I couldn’t begin to explain. This blog is really helpful for me to vent and get out my frustrations with the world, but there are some topics and issues that are to be kept secret because either they’ll either reveal something I have no desire for anyone else to know or they’re on sensitive subject matter that I don’t want certain people to know about. I’m allowed to keep some things secret. It’s just frustrating because I want so badly to vent about it but I’m not going to do it here. Maybe if I kept a personal journal. I kind of do, but I haven’t written in it for close to a year. Maybe I’ll pick it up one of these days. Maybe not.
Meh.
I’m kind of angry that I have Bruno Mars stuck in my head right now. One reason I hate mainstream music is because I swear there is some secret algorithm they use when they write the song that makes it attach to your brain like a remora… or cancer. Probably cancer. Cheap tactics, mainstream music writers, very cheap…
And thank you for getting that song stuck in my head. You know who you are…
That “thank you” was sarcastic.
Filed under: Adventures in the Slow-Carb Diet, Miscellaneous, Music | Tags: decoder, diet, food, music
If you can’t tell, I like using lyrics as my blog titles sometimes…
Today was my first day on the Slow-Carb Diet, and let me say, I did not go hungry! I think that’s my favorite thing about this diet, besides the one-day-off-per-week thing: if you’re hungry, eat. It’s not about starving yourself, it’s just about eating the right things. I like that.
Here’s what I had for breakfast: two organic brown eggs, supplemented with organic egg whites, fried in butter and laid over a bed of spinach. Topped with salsa. A pork cutlet fried in olive oil and seasoned. A side of cottage cheese. A cup of English Breakfast tea (which has been most soothing to the sore throat I’ve had for the past three days.)

It was delicious. I think I’ll try to lock in this meal with little variation as my breakfast.
For lunch I sautéed some onions in olive oil and then fried and seasoned some grass-fed beef cuts. Also had some steamed vegetables and black beans. Too much black beans. I’m going to use less next time. I’m not very fond of them plain, and ended up mixing the onions with them to improve the flavor.

The beef was delectable, and the vegetables were quite good. I kinda forced down the beans, but I did what was necessary to get my legume intake!
Dinner was simpler. I worked 3pm-11pm today so I had to pack a basic dinner. Ended up making a robust salad with romaine lettuce, spinach, broccoli, carrots, snap peas, chicken, and Italian dressing. I also brought some cottage cheese as well. It all mixed together quite nicely. I don’t have a picture of it, so use your imagination!
I had a cup of Yerba Mate tea when I got home to try and soothe this pesky sore throat, but it’s still as painful as ever. I also filtered my cold press coffee into the growler. Looking forward to that in the morning.
I need a new car battery.
I’ve been listening to the band Decoder’s self-titled new album. It’s quite good. It’s made up of ex-members of Oceana, Of Machines, and VersaEmerge… three bands I am quite fond of. I can definitely hear the Oceana and Of Machines influence. The VersaEmerge one isn’t so easy to pinpoint. It’s good, though, and I recommend it.
Rise Records really has a good lineup of bands, and today they announced the addition of Memphis May Fire. If you don’t know them, you should. Look them up right now.
Anyways, I need to do my Bible reading and go to bed.
Falling from the sky, day one
You never learned to fly
Falling into the ocean, day seven
You never learned to swim
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean, day twenty
How could you see the bottom?
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean, day one hundred
Day one hundred, day one hundred…
Falling From the Sky: Day Seven – Norma Jean
I’ve had enough.
I’ve grown sick and tired of being the person I have grown to hate throughout the years of my life. I detailed who “the person” I have become and why I hate him here. I simply can’t live like this anymore, and I’m not going to sit around and wait for change that isn’t going to happen. My current self isn’t motivated toward change. He would rather sit idle, growing into the depraved, gelatinous blob he is coming to resemble. People have said “how can you view yourself so negatively? Keep in mind that God created you just the way you are and He loves you.” Well, yes and no. God does love me no matter what I look like, but he didn’t make me into who I am. I did. I brought myself here through sins and disobedience. I believed I could control my life and be a good person. Belief was enough. I didn’t have to actually follow Christ. I mean, I’m a basically good person right? I thought about that question and realized: no, I’m not. I’m embarrassed by what I’ve become. For me to go on living and not change isn’t returning the love He gives me. I can no longer live as I have knowing God loves me no matter what and using that excuse to not better myself.
I’ve never in my life read through the entire Bible. To claim sola Scriptura and to have not read it in its entirety is shameful. Three days ago, I started the M’Cheyne Bible Reading Plan, which brings you through a reading the entire Old Testament once and the New Testament and the Psalms twice throughout the course of a year. Having a structured plan laid out is the only way I’m going to actually read through the Bible in a year. I need structure for this kind of thing. Admittedly, it’s going to feel a lot like homework for awhile. I’m doing it as an act of obedience, and I’d be lying if I told you it’s really what my heart desires, but I believe desire will follow after obedience. So, for now, I’m forcing myself to do it. I humbly ask for your prayers that God will sustain me and enable me to complete this task, and also that He will spark a desire in my heart and a longing for Him, and pray that He will provide me with discipline.
This is going to require copious amounts of discipline, and I think it will be helpful to me during this reading to become disciplined in another area of my life. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been considerably overweight. So overweight, in fact, that my attempts at being active and exercising only result in injury because my body is too big to support itself. I expressed my frustration over this in that previous post I linked to. I had been reluctant to attack this issue from another angle, but that time has come. My good friend Peter Larson brought to my attention something called the Slow-Carb Diet. I’ve been soooooooo against dieting for simple fact that I love food and I love to eat. However, this love is interfering with my health, and this diet is something I think I can really pull off. It’s going to be brutal, and it’s not meant to be fun, but it certainly has its rewards, both in the long run and weekly. A synopsis of the diet can be read here. Many facets of this diet entice me. For one, it’s not a diet in which you starve yourself. It’s simply a diet where you eliminate foods that cause you to gain weight, and continue eating proteins and slow carbohydrates. Parts of it will be difficult: no bread/grains/pasta, no sugar, no fruit (frowny face). I have been paying attention to what I eat in preparation for this diet to see just how much my eating will change. I think almost everything I’ve eaten in the past few days is off limits. There will be some adjusting, but it doesn’t mean it has to taste bad. Meat is still fair game, as are all vegetables, as well as beans and eggs. You’re even allowed a can of diet soda a day. I hate diet soda, so that shouldn’t be too hard to limit myself to, and it will help with my sweet fix. But the best part of this diet comes at the end of every week. You see, one day a week, you’re supposed to break all of the rules of the diet. This ensures that your metabolic rate doesn’t downshift from extended caloric restriction. It’s sort of the same concept as muscle confusion in working out, something that P90X made into a household term. Essentially, it doesn’t let your body get into a rhythm. By eating whatever I want one day a week, I’m keeping my body on its toes and not letting it slip into a groove. Yes, in this diet, eating like crap one day a week can actually increase fat loss! Peter started the diet this past Monday. Tomorrow (Saturday) is his first Dieters Gone Wild day, and he tells me he’s looking forward to drinking coke and eating candy. On my DGW days, I’ll probably down full bottles of Gold Peak sweet tea and eat fruit like the dickens. I’m setting my DGW days up to be on Sundays because those are the days I usually will go out to eat after church, so that gives me the ability to eat at Famous Dave’s or eat my mom’s delicious food at her house and have it be encouraged by the diet. So, this Sunday, I’m going grocery shopping. I’m putting the remainders of my current food in a Sunday box and putting it away. I think having the cross-discipline between eating right and reading my Bible religiously (see what I did there?) will be beneficial and help me keep disciplined across the board.
Again, this is just the beginning. I have a lot of work to do on myself before I can say I’m even a respectable person, but I’m being obedient and making progress. Spending time in the word and improving the condition of my temple of the Holy Spirit will be a form of worship, thus bringing more motivation to persevere. I implore anyone reading this to keep me in your prayers during this year, as I will be leaning heavily on the mercy of God to make this all possible!
In my reading today I came across a verse I would like to share.
Acts 4:11-12
“This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone. And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.“
Thank you, friends, and go with God.
I am a 23-year old physics graduate of Bethel University in Minnesota. The first day of freshman year, my friend Elizabeth gave me the nickname "Thor." It caught on, and many people to this day still refer to me as Thor, even some of my former professors. Some people hate nicknames, I chose to embrace it. Ever since I can remember, I've had an undying love and passion for music, and this blog is where I go to talk about it. I play guitar and sing in the band