I know I had it. I remember typing it. Yet I search my netbook, I search my Google docs, I search my desktop, and it's not there. That makes me thoroughly annoyed.
I had written a section of story for the first book a while back about how my main character was sneaking into the opposing side's palace, sees a tapestry on the wall, realizes that he caused his own dilemma, and gets captured by Kaio because he's cocky and underestimates his enemy. I can't find it anywhere. I'm going to have to retype it and remember all that I put in it. What bugs me, it was one of my inspired pieces, so the first draft had turned out pretty good. Oh well.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
My how time flies
Kimiko Ann Mori Townsend is now a year old.
It was a good party, though it didn't go of quite like I had planned. I had envisioned giving her a cake she could make a mess of and singing "Happy Birthday" with a single candle. Well, we cut the first slice of double cheesecake and brownie and I hand it to Abi to give to Chris so that he could give it to Kimi. When I asked him where Kimi was, he said on the floor with her new toys. I asked him about the cake, and he said she wasn't digging it. Then I asked about the whole singing and candle thing and his response was... "uh...". Oh well. I guess this was just the first birthday of many to come. Not sure when we'll use the candle that's shaped like a 1. Maybe when she's 10.
It's those little things called words that usually get forgotten. Like singing Happy Birthday on your daughter's first birthday, or asking the woman you love to marry you. Yep. That's right. He forgot to ask that question when he proposed. It's one of my favorite memories, him getting down on one knee and lifting the ring up in the traditional fashion. And then he didn't say a word. He just looked at me. And so I hugged him since I very well couldn't answer a question he never asked. Later that night he did. He was "I guess I forgot to ask, will you marry me?" After five years, I'm still happy I said yes.
My best friend is a newly wed and she mentions all the little things that are just "guy" about her husband. It makes me laugh because I realize that Chris is very similar only I've grown used to all the nuances. For instance, the question "where is...?" I may not have a good mental database (see last blog for explanation), but I am perceptive. I don't know if that's a talent I developed before or after marrying my husband. It could just be a female trait. It makes me come off as a know-it-all at times (I've seen this in myself at work), but I can't help the fact that I notice and deduce things fairly easy. It helps since it usually provides an answer to the "where is...?" question.
As Kimi settles in for her morning nap (since she's used to getting up around 7 now with my new schedule), I'm getting ready to take advantage of some serious writing time. I haven't written in 2 weeks. That causes problems because my brain is changing the story again. Third book took another leap in a different direction and now I have to fit the pieces together again. Of course, that affects the first book. *sigh*
It was a good party, though it didn't go of quite like I had planned. I had envisioned giving her a cake she could make a mess of and singing "Happy Birthday" with a single candle. Well, we cut the first slice of double cheesecake and brownie and I hand it to Abi to give to Chris so that he could give it to Kimi. When I asked him where Kimi was, he said on the floor with her new toys. I asked him about the cake, and he said she wasn't digging it. Then I asked about the whole singing and candle thing and his response was... "uh...". Oh well. I guess this was just the first birthday of many to come. Not sure when we'll use the candle that's shaped like a 1. Maybe when she's 10.
It's those little things called words that usually get forgotten. Like singing Happy Birthday on your daughter's first birthday, or asking the woman you love to marry you. Yep. That's right. He forgot to ask that question when he proposed. It's one of my favorite memories, him getting down on one knee and lifting the ring up in the traditional fashion. And then he didn't say a word. He just looked at me. And so I hugged him since I very well couldn't answer a question he never asked. Later that night he did. He was "I guess I forgot to ask, will you marry me?" After five years, I'm still happy I said yes.
My best friend is a newly wed and she mentions all the little things that are just "guy" about her husband. It makes me laugh because I realize that Chris is very similar only I've grown used to all the nuances. For instance, the question "where is...?" I may not have a good mental database (see last blog for explanation), but I am perceptive. I don't know if that's a talent I developed before or after marrying my husband. It could just be a female trait. It makes me come off as a know-it-all at times (I've seen this in myself at work), but I can't help the fact that I notice and deduce things fairly easy. It helps since it usually provides an answer to the "where is...?" question.
As Kimi settles in for her morning nap (since she's used to getting up around 7 now with my new schedule), I'm getting ready to take advantage of some serious writing time. I haven't written in 2 weeks. That causes problems because my brain is changing the story again. Third book took another leap in a different direction and now I have to fit the pieces together again. Of course, that affects the first book. *sigh*
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
How not to look like an idiot.
I'm not so good at thinking on the fly. I may be able to narrow my eyes and spit out a mean comment that'll make a T-Mobile rep cry (ask my sister-in-law about that one), but being able to tout useful information on demand is beyond me. Take work for an example. I know how to write CSS, design nice looking pages, and throw together a working website, but when my co-worker asks me layout the CSS for our latest project, I draw a complete blank.
On the drive home, I was comparing my mind to a search engine rather than a database. I have to ask it to go out to other places to look for the information I need rather than storing it all in tidy orderly tables in my memory. I suppose I've been ruined by Google in that fashion. When information is at your fingertips, why hang onto it in your brain? Of course, when you put it into practice, it makes a person look even less impressive than they really are.
As a result, going back to my work example, I look as if I need to be guided through every step of the process. Compounding that with the fact that I know there is an expected adherence to a style not yet defined, I find myself just using copy and paste to take existing style sheet information and using it in the current project. Yes, my impressive knowledge of web design is to copy something my co-worker has already done. Gee...
What I would really like to do is sit down and develop my calorie tracking tool on my own time to show that I'm not full of crap and that I can do this job. Slight problem with that plan. It comes in the form of a 2 1/2 foot tall, walking bundle of energy that is absolutely offended by computer use that consumes more than the time it takes for her to cross the room. Yes, even blog posts. I've had to walk away about 7 times so far. That makes it difficult to keep focused on writing code. She almost deleted a 9 page document that holds my writing from the Commander's point of view for my book by slamming on my backspace key repeatedly while I was trying to finish a sentence.
So I suppose I'll go on looking like an incompetent idiot until I'm able to pound out code without looking up references.
On the drive home, I was comparing my mind to a search engine rather than a database. I have to ask it to go out to other places to look for the information I need rather than storing it all in tidy orderly tables in my memory. I suppose I've been ruined by Google in that fashion. When information is at your fingertips, why hang onto it in your brain? Of course, when you put it into practice, it makes a person look even less impressive than they really are.
As a result, going back to my work example, I look as if I need to be guided through every step of the process. Compounding that with the fact that I know there is an expected adherence to a style not yet defined, I find myself just using copy and paste to take existing style sheet information and using it in the current project. Yes, my impressive knowledge of web design is to copy something my co-worker has already done. Gee...
What I would really like to do is sit down and develop my calorie tracking tool on my own time to show that I'm not full of crap and that I can do this job. Slight problem with that plan. It comes in the form of a 2 1/2 foot tall, walking bundle of energy that is absolutely offended by computer use that consumes more than the time it takes for her to cross the room. Yes, even blog posts. I've had to walk away about 7 times so far. That makes it difficult to keep focused on writing code. She almost deleted a 9 page document that holds my writing from the Commander's point of view for my book by slamming on my backspace key repeatedly while I was trying to finish a sentence.
So I suppose I'll go on looking like an incompetent idiot until I'm able to pound out code without looking up references.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
A commander, a medic, and a nomad are standing on the edge of a cliff...
With my new schedule, I found it difficult making the time to write. Typically, I would write when I'm alone so that I don't feel like I'm neglecting my social duty to my family. However, now it's wake up, Kimi, work, Kimi, Chris and Kimi, bed. I don't have that alone time between work and Kimi anymore. As a result, I've written a disappointing 800 words this week towards my first book.
That's not my only problem. My mind has been jumping to the third book where it has no business being. I thought to myself, would 14 years really be enough to throw my main character off the deep end? Honestly, he's stronger than that. So then my thoughts processed the way I designed my world. There are layers. The Drethamir exist in the top layer where time passes at a rate much, much slower than what we think is normal time passage. Then the next layer down is the Realm. An hour in the Realm is several hours by our time. Further down is our time. My thought, what if there was yet another layer down, one where time passed more quickly? It'd be where the crafters reside, making their metal elemental items. That would also be an ideal place to imprison an elemental as a punishment. My underground chamber moved to a new layer and became the prison cell Thanmir Julvan vacated and redesigned to hold the most powerful being Chikara ever encountered, aka, my hero.
That added an interesting twist. Now that I have the chamber in a different layer, I can change things around. Instead of 14 years passing for him, it's over 5,000, one year for every day. That would be plenty of time to throw him over the edge. Toss the sadistic nature of the Sovereign into the mix, and you have a well trained monster that eats other prisoners fed to it for meat, has been mentally conditioned to obey certain commands such as come, sit, and sleep, and has forgotten most details about his life prior to imprisonment. Until the day the Commander, Kieser Hartford, is captured and thrown to the mighty Miasho beast deity.
Derhan doesn't eat him. Kieser doesn't know that it is Derhan at first since the huge furry monster with four arms, two sets of black wings, horns, and a tail looks nothing like the red-haired amorous elemental. They had kept the details about his nature a secret. Anyways, back to the story. Kieser doesn't complain about the monster not eating him, but doesn't trust the mighty beast until he sees the beast transform at the Sovereign's command from his hiding place behind the fountain. That's when he realizes Derhan isn't dead like everyone thought. The Kieser and Derhan interaction while imprisoned is not new. Unfortunately, Derhan is one of the last people to see Kieser alive before the Sovereign executes him. But that's a different line of thought. Back to the prison.
I sat and contemplated why Kieser survives his encounter with the monster. Why would Derhan not eat him if Derhan has no memories of who Kieser is? The monster likes eating people. They taste good. Well, that throws a kink in the plan. Derhan towers over the Commander, hungry, insane, and scents the air. He smells his own blood. Alright. Why would he do that??
That took me back to the first book and a dramatic change in my character. I turned him into a temporary guardian. Derhan and MaTisha conceive a child that dies before birth. Guardians are most often chosen prior to birth and Kieser would fit the profile of a combat guardian quite well. The mark only appears after MaTisha joins Harim in the battle on the border between the fire and earth province. Harim falls to Teymir Ira and Kieser is left with a sense of loss. He doesn't know what his purpose is anymore. Just before MaTisha transports to her province, she approaches Kieser about continuing the war. He pledges his services out of a duty to his fallen leader, but as he accepts and she disappears, a guardian mark appears and a welcoming connection to the unborn elemental forms.
That's why Derhan doesn't eat him. The connection is in the blood and even though the child doesn't make it to birth, it still exists. That led me to think about Warren Bateman, my medic, and Satch Lander, my nomad. They also make ideal candidates for guardians, Warren as a care guardian and Satch as intellectual. Satch is a bit pouty, but he can be smart. I'm not sure if I'm going that route yet, but I've decided to go ahead with the Commander. It'll do to explain things in the third book. Now I need to get back to writing the first book...
That's not my only problem. My mind has been jumping to the third book where it has no business being. I thought to myself, would 14 years really be enough to throw my main character off the deep end? Honestly, he's stronger than that. So then my thoughts processed the way I designed my world. There are layers. The Drethamir exist in the top layer where time passes at a rate much, much slower than what we think is normal time passage. Then the next layer down is the Realm. An hour in the Realm is several hours by our time. Further down is our time. My thought, what if there was yet another layer down, one where time passed more quickly? It'd be where the crafters reside, making their metal elemental items. That would also be an ideal place to imprison an elemental as a punishment. My underground chamber moved to a new layer and became the prison cell Thanmir Julvan vacated and redesigned to hold the most powerful being Chikara ever encountered, aka, my hero.
That added an interesting twist. Now that I have the chamber in a different layer, I can change things around. Instead of 14 years passing for him, it's over 5,000, one year for every day. That would be plenty of time to throw him over the edge. Toss the sadistic nature of the Sovereign into the mix, and you have a well trained monster that eats other prisoners fed to it for meat, has been mentally conditioned to obey certain commands such as come, sit, and sleep, and has forgotten most details about his life prior to imprisonment. Until the day the Commander, Kieser Hartford, is captured and thrown to the mighty Miasho beast deity.
Derhan doesn't eat him. Kieser doesn't know that it is Derhan at first since the huge furry monster with four arms, two sets of black wings, horns, and a tail looks nothing like the red-haired amorous elemental. They had kept the details about his nature a secret. Anyways, back to the story. Kieser doesn't complain about the monster not eating him, but doesn't trust the mighty beast until he sees the beast transform at the Sovereign's command from his hiding place behind the fountain. That's when he realizes Derhan isn't dead like everyone thought. The Kieser and Derhan interaction while imprisoned is not new. Unfortunately, Derhan is one of the last people to see Kieser alive before the Sovereign executes him. But that's a different line of thought. Back to the prison.
I sat and contemplated why Kieser survives his encounter with the monster. Why would Derhan not eat him if Derhan has no memories of who Kieser is? The monster likes eating people. They taste good. Well, that throws a kink in the plan. Derhan towers over the Commander, hungry, insane, and scents the air. He smells his own blood. Alright. Why would he do that??
That took me back to the first book and a dramatic change in my character. I turned him into a temporary guardian. Derhan and MaTisha conceive a child that dies before birth. Guardians are most often chosen prior to birth and Kieser would fit the profile of a combat guardian quite well. The mark only appears after MaTisha joins Harim in the battle on the border between the fire and earth province. Harim falls to Teymir Ira and Kieser is left with a sense of loss. He doesn't know what his purpose is anymore. Just before MaTisha transports to her province, she approaches Kieser about continuing the war. He pledges his services out of a duty to his fallen leader, but as he accepts and she disappears, a guardian mark appears and a welcoming connection to the unborn elemental forms.
That's why Derhan doesn't eat him. The connection is in the blood and even though the child doesn't make it to birth, it still exists. That led me to think about Warren Bateman, my medic, and Satch Lander, my nomad. They also make ideal candidates for guardians, Warren as a care guardian and Satch as intellectual. Satch is a bit pouty, but he can be smart. I'm not sure if I'm going that route yet, but I've decided to go ahead with the Commander. It'll do to explain things in the third book. Now I need to get back to writing the first book...
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Super Loni
I had forgotten the joys of real programming. My first week on the job has been enlightening. Brice, the first half of my two-man programming team, has been a patient and effective trainer. He's been teaching me how to do my job while getting caught on tangents that lead to one explanation of technology after another. I've been learning a lot, more than I can fully absorb, but I'm catching on bit by bit.
My schedule changed with the new job. Instead of going in at 6:00, I'm going in at 8. It's kind of nice. I'm not getting up at 4:30 anymore. I've started getting up at 6:00 to do my workout. Then jogging Kimi to daycare with Abi. At work, I'm cramming my brain. I get off at 5, though I didn't take an hour long lunch. I zoom to pick up Kimi from daycare, get her home and feed her, cook dinner and have it ready by 6, give Kimi a bath, load up some laundry, and then settle for the night. Yeah, I was feeling a bit super at that time.
Kimi is taking steps now. She isn't fully walking, but she's getting close. Life is moving so quickly that I'm afraid it's going to pass me by. I guess I'll just have to be super to not miss anything.
My schedule changed with the new job. Instead of going in at 6:00, I'm going in at 8. It's kind of nice. I'm not getting up at 4:30 anymore. I've started getting up at 6:00 to do my workout. Then jogging Kimi to daycare with Abi. At work, I'm cramming my brain. I get off at 5, though I didn't take an hour long lunch. I zoom to pick up Kimi from daycare, get her home and feed her, cook dinner and have it ready by 6, give Kimi a bath, load up some laundry, and then settle for the night. Yeah, I was feeling a bit super at that time.
Kimi is taking steps now. She isn't fully walking, but she's getting close. Life is moving so quickly that I'm afraid it's going to pass me by. I guess I'll just have to be super to not miss anything.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Overload in the Loni zone
My life is the art of busy-ness. Being sick sucks. It started with exhaustion on Friday. My night consisted of less than 4 hours of sleep because of a gassy baby and continued into a head cold and nasal congestion that took me out on Sunday and Monday. I'm still getting over it.
This past week probably wouldn't have been so stressful if I wasn't sick. That didn't stop the spiders from coming out. I've killed five this week. And one beetle. I hate spiders. I was traumatized by them when I had a hobo crawling around in my hair when I was a child. It's enough to freak a person out. The response now when a spider appears is grab tissue, beat repeatedly until it's dead, squash it another few times, and then toss it in the trash, think twice and then flush it down the toilet, just so that it can't crawl back out if it miraculously recovered. My sister-in-law likes spiders and protests when I kill them. They aren't paying rent so they better stay out of my house, dag nabbit! Enter at your own risk.
Not only are the spiders stressing me out, but then there's work. SharePoint on panic mode. Everything has been crammed into the final two weeks. It's not that I can't handle it, but it's a lot to handle. I wouldn't call myself the best SharePoint developer. In fact, by industry standards, I wouldn't call myself a SharePoint developer at all. I can read C# code. I've never written in the language. Like many others, I think first in the methods that I know and progress to learning something new. I can build something in my mind and make it functional, but there was probably a better way to do it for SharePoint. I never took the time to learn how to properly create web parts because self-learning is tough and the turn around time for such a venture would have been too long. It's my hope that they find a developer that is better qualified than I was to build their tools for them the right way.
Being sick throws a wrench in my productivity. I haven't written at all this week and I've only worked out once. I did, however, watch the full series of The Guild. That was entertaining, having a background in World of Warcraft. Though the show focuses on extreme case scenarios, I couldn't help but fear Clara, the mother of 3 who ignores her children because the game ranks of higher importance. It's a comedic representation, but terribly true that a child really inconveniences one's game life and priorities really come to light. I don't play WoW anymore.
On top of all my daily activities, I've got planning for a bachelorette party always on the mind. My best friend is getting married on Monday and I'm the matron of honor. Busy weekend. Party on Saturday, rehearsal on Sunday, wedding on Monday, new job Tuesday. I've got the limo, dinner, hunt, and games planned for a confirmed party of 3 so far. *sigh*
All in all, I'll be happy when things calm down and I can focus on one thing, learning to be fantastic in Java Programming. That and health. And fitness. And writing. And all my other goals. Time to play with Kimi now.
This past week probably wouldn't have been so stressful if I wasn't sick. That didn't stop the spiders from coming out. I've killed five this week. And one beetle. I hate spiders. I was traumatized by them when I had a hobo crawling around in my hair when I was a child. It's enough to freak a person out. The response now when a spider appears is grab tissue, beat repeatedly until it's dead, squash it another few times, and then toss it in the trash, think twice and then flush it down the toilet, just so that it can't crawl back out if it miraculously recovered. My sister-in-law likes spiders and protests when I kill them. They aren't paying rent so they better stay out of my house, dag nabbit! Enter at your own risk.
Not only are the spiders stressing me out, but then there's work. SharePoint on panic mode. Everything has been crammed into the final two weeks. It's not that I can't handle it, but it's a lot to handle. I wouldn't call myself the best SharePoint developer. In fact, by industry standards, I wouldn't call myself a SharePoint developer at all. I can read C# code. I've never written in the language. Like many others, I think first in the methods that I know and progress to learning something new. I can build something in my mind and make it functional, but there was probably a better way to do it for SharePoint. I never took the time to learn how to properly create web parts because self-learning is tough and the turn around time for such a venture would have been too long. It's my hope that they find a developer that is better qualified than I was to build their tools for them the right way.
Being sick throws a wrench in my productivity. I haven't written at all this week and I've only worked out once. I did, however, watch the full series of The Guild. That was entertaining, having a background in World of Warcraft. Though the show focuses on extreme case scenarios, I couldn't help but fear Clara, the mother of 3 who ignores her children because the game ranks of higher importance. It's a comedic representation, but terribly true that a child really inconveniences one's game life and priorities really come to light. I don't play WoW anymore.
On top of all my daily activities, I've got planning for a bachelorette party always on the mind. My best friend is getting married on Monday and I'm the matron of honor. Busy weekend. Party on Saturday, rehearsal on Sunday, wedding on Monday, new job Tuesday. I've got the limo, dinner, hunt, and games planned for a confirmed party of 3 so far. *sigh*
All in all, I'll be happy when things calm down and I can focus on one thing, learning to be fantastic in Java Programming. That and health. And fitness. And writing. And all my other goals. Time to play with Kimi now.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Lifestyles
You can probably adhere to a fad diet and shed pounds fast. Some destroy your metabolism in the process. Some are quick fixes that don't last, and you gain the weight right back. If you want lasting results, it's going to take more than just going extreme for a while. I believe that I'm starting to sound like an infomercial now.
I've looked at my fair share of fad diets and even attempted a few. It doesn't work. I tried the X-treme Fat Loss diet. I lasted 1.5 days. I tried a self modified version. I lasted a day. I've tried something called the Deadline Diet. I didn't last the day. The truth is, I like to eat and I like to eat solid food. Shakes don't do it for me. Perhaps I'm weird, but chocolate, vanilla, malted, and creamy are all just yuck to me. Give me lemon. Give me tangy. Why would you ruin it by adding creme? Ick. Ah well.
Diets don't work mostly because they aren't sustainable. Develop eating habits that you could live by and still lose weight. I like fish, so I'll bake myself a tilapia filet. With a bit of lemon and dill, it tastes so much better than a powdery vanilla shake and almost has the same amount of protein. Or maybe some chicken. I can take half a chicken breast with me, eat it with some sweet potato and steamed carrots, and that'll last me for a couple hours. Who says you need to live on soup and salad to keep a trim figure? I certainly don't, and couldn't, so why would I set up a temporary solution to a long term goal?
I work out at 4:30 in the morning. I get in light cardio with a walk at 9:30, and then another walk at 11:30. If I'm ambitious, I might work out after work. My mom looked at me in shock and said "you're going to take it easy after Beverlie's wedding, right? Right?!" To say my daily routine aloud might make it sound extreme, but I actually live a very sedentary life. I work a desk job. Then I come home, I'm on my feet for 2 or 3 hours with housework and cooking, and then I'm back on my butt, sitting in my worn out computer chair. Not a lot of activity there. Since I don't have the luxury of a job that keeps me moving, I need to work out. There is no "taking it easy". This is my life.
Though I'm a self-proclaimed fitness nut, I'm anything but extreme. I sound down right normal compared to the "no processed food, no cooked food" diet, or the "organic only" hippies. I laugh at my husband's rants about how catch phrases are driving our market and the absurdity of it all. You should have seen the look he gave me when I brought home organic yogurt one day. It was cheaper. I didn't buy it because it was organic. There's no scientific or clinical proof that organic or unprocessed foods are better for you. They've gained popularity by playing on the "natural" appeal and slandering all other food as being full of toxins. What constitutes a processed food? Well, let's think. Frozen vegetables are processed. Frozen fish is processed. Milk. Yogurt. The list goes on. The fact is, shop with some sense and you'll probably do fine.
To lose weight and keep it off, it has to be a lifestyle. Make time to get active. Eat less than you burn.
I've looked at my fair share of fad diets and even attempted a few. It doesn't work. I tried the X-treme Fat Loss diet. I lasted 1.5 days. I tried a self modified version. I lasted a day. I've tried something called the Deadline Diet. I didn't last the day. The truth is, I like to eat and I like to eat solid food. Shakes don't do it for me. Perhaps I'm weird, but chocolate, vanilla, malted, and creamy are all just yuck to me. Give me lemon. Give me tangy. Why would you ruin it by adding creme? Ick. Ah well.
Diets don't work mostly because they aren't sustainable. Develop eating habits that you could live by and still lose weight. I like fish, so I'll bake myself a tilapia filet. With a bit of lemon and dill, it tastes so much better than a powdery vanilla shake and almost has the same amount of protein. Or maybe some chicken. I can take half a chicken breast with me, eat it with some sweet potato and steamed carrots, and that'll last me for a couple hours. Who says you need to live on soup and salad to keep a trim figure? I certainly don't, and couldn't, so why would I set up a temporary solution to a long term goal?
I work out at 4:30 in the morning. I get in light cardio with a walk at 9:30, and then another walk at 11:30. If I'm ambitious, I might work out after work. My mom looked at me in shock and said "you're going to take it easy after Beverlie's wedding, right? Right?!" To say my daily routine aloud might make it sound extreme, but I actually live a very sedentary life. I work a desk job. Then I come home, I'm on my feet for 2 or 3 hours with housework and cooking, and then I'm back on my butt, sitting in my worn out computer chair. Not a lot of activity there. Since I don't have the luxury of a job that keeps me moving, I need to work out. There is no "taking it easy". This is my life.
Though I'm a self-proclaimed fitness nut, I'm anything but extreme. I sound down right normal compared to the "no processed food, no cooked food" diet, or the "organic only" hippies. I laugh at my husband's rants about how catch phrases are driving our market and the absurdity of it all. You should have seen the look he gave me when I brought home organic yogurt one day. It was cheaper. I didn't buy it because it was organic. There's no scientific or clinical proof that organic or unprocessed foods are better for you. They've gained popularity by playing on the "natural" appeal and slandering all other food as being full of toxins. What constitutes a processed food? Well, let's think. Frozen vegetables are processed. Frozen fish is processed. Milk. Yogurt. The list goes on. The fact is, shop with some sense and you'll probably do fine.
To lose weight and keep it off, it has to be a lifestyle. Make time to get active. Eat less than you burn.
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