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That food study
In case anyone is wondering, I've decided to skip that cranberry controlled feeding (oh, God, that name!) study for three reasons:
1) I'm not comfortable taking the time to go to the orientation Monday or Tuesday because I don't drive the rental anywhere I don't have to and I've got a boatload of work to finish and clean up after before![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennetj arrives Thursday.
2) It would mean going to Stratford in two weeks and not eating my body weight in minties and dark chocolate/lemon curd candies. And frankly, I will feel seriously deprived if I don't get at least one afternoon with a book in one hand and a box of candy in the other. (We're planning on taking up a cooler and ice packs so we can bring a boatload of them back to enjoy for themonths weeks week few days they'll last.)
3) The big one: Work, believe it or not. Smack in the middle of the study period is the deadline for the document I've been working on for almost a year. This has all the earmarks of covering me and my company with glory; it's the kind of successful project that I could brag about for the rest of my career. And at this stage of the game, I'm not going to throw myself off stride by thinking about how hungry I am or little I want to eat whatever lunch is prepared or whatever cravings I have.
This revelation has been brought to you by Utz potato chips; last week I obsessed about how badly I wanted some chips and how I shouldn't eat them until I realized I'd been thinking about *that* instead of the project for the last 90 minutes and went to the vending machine.
Yes, I need to lose weight. Yes, I need to get a meal plan. Yes, I'm going to eat any damn thing I crave between now and document delivery. I have a long history of self-medicating for work stress with chocolate milk (what? It's not like anyone can drink gin on the job) and I if need it, I'm getting it.
I am going to keep an eye on their website, though, to see if later studies might be do-able.
1) I'm not comfortable taking the time to go to the orientation Monday or Tuesday because I don't drive the rental anywhere I don't have to and I've got a boatload of work to finish and clean up after before
jennetj arrives Thursday. 2) It would mean going to Stratford in two weeks and not eating my body weight in minties and dark chocolate/lemon curd candies. And frankly, I will feel seriously deprived if I don't get at least one afternoon with a book in one hand and a box of candy in the other. (We're planning on taking up a cooler and ice packs so we can bring a boatload of them back to enjoy for the
3) The big one: Work, believe it or not. Smack in the middle of the study period is the deadline for the document I've been working on for almost a year. This has all the earmarks of covering me and my company with glory; it's the kind of successful project that I could brag about for the rest of my career. And at this stage of the game, I'm not going to throw myself off stride by thinking about how hungry I am or little I want to eat whatever lunch is prepared or whatever cravings I have.
This revelation has been brought to you by Utz potato chips; last week I obsessed about how badly I wanted some chips and how I shouldn't eat them until I realized I'd been thinking about *that* instead of the project for the last 90 minutes and went to the vending machine.
Yes, I need to lose weight. Yes, I need to get a meal plan. Yes, I'm going to eat any damn thing I crave between now and document delivery. I have a long history of self-medicating for work stress with chocolate milk (what? It's not like anyone can drink gin on the job) and I if need it, I'm getting it.
I am going to keep an eye on their website, though, to see if later studies might be do-able.
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I think you've made the right decision, there...
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