I’ve been meaning to take a minute to update re: the retatrutide. I dropped the second dose last week, after reading @throwawayfitness’ excellent post on the matter of timing, etc, and also dropped from 2mg to 1.5mg. I have a colonoscopy next Friday, so am thinking I should skip this week’s dose. I’m a little unnerved by the idea of a day of fasting just as the medication is wearing off, but there’s nothing I can think of to (wisely) do about that, so I guess I’ll just hope it doesn’t suck enough to kill me.
After the colonoscopy, I’m not sure what. Maybe drop to 1mg and see how that goes? Suspend the diet for a bit? (Although that would have me wasting the better part of a vial of reta.)
I have a week and a half to mindfuck it, so that’s what I’ll be doing if anyone’s wondering.
That was the highlight of my 55th birthday. Plus, being a teacher in a fairly small city I knew half the medical staff who stopped in to say hello. Enjoy!
There’s a question about the quality of prep. I dunno. Today is the day to take it if I’m going to, but I’ve also been mindfucking a break to see what happens without it. Have I become acclimated enough to the current intake to manage without it, or is that a completely pie-in-the-sky hope? (Pie in the sky that I notice, but resist eating.)
Christmas is coming. I’m thinking about taking a month off, then returning to it on 12/15 or whatever, briefly, then hopefully going into a reverse diet in the quiet of the new year.
You will have a big appetite.
What is the issue with the prep? If anything it will help you with the hunger.
If you plan on continuing just stay status quo.
This past weekend was my husband’s shooting and camping weekend, which included a father and grown son from Barcelona along with the usual goons. My husband has worked with the wife/mom for a long time, and they’ve (wife and husband) been here to the house several times, and hosted us in Barcelona. I’d met the son once. I was fretful, because they are very much city people. The son is an airline pilot. I was worried they’d be cold and miserable and horrified by the redneck flavor of the whole thing. So I crashed the party Friday to bring some bougie to the table (as best I can, lol). I wound up staying until after dark because it was so much fun, and was there Saturday as well (happily slept at home, which is a 40 minute drive in the winter). So I took the “life hands you a deload,” because they came to the house on Sunday to stay over (early, because it snowed on them Saturday night) then left with husband to Boston to see his daughter and goof off in the city for an afternoon. Last night I hosted 5 of my gang for dinner, so had to pull that together and get ready for the work week. So hiking and lots of steps, Louie and I walked this morning - we have about an inch of fluffy snow on the ground. I was excited about the big reveal with him, but if he noticed he didn’t say anything about it; just went on his normal way. We’ll see what six inches does.
I had high expectations, that’s for sure, and they were frankly disappointed.
I meant to complete my thought about the city Spaniards and my worry that they’d be out of their element in every way - they had the best time! Which is one of the reasons I couldn’t stay away. The 36-year-old airline pilot giggling joyously over actually hitting things - the tannerite booms - and the dad trying a pot brownie (and apparently going to bed soon after because he was “fuzzy,” Louie was a big hit while he was there, waking up to the snow…they just loved it all so much. When we were hiking yesterday I showed them one of my “good rocks,” which I’ve posted here, and the dad must have taken a dozen pics of it, from every possible angle (a tree is growing out of it).
The son also asked about my training, because my living room is overtaken by weight stuff. We had a big discussion about our supplements and his mother’s (unmet) needs and etc.
Super fun.
I smoked cigarettes, though. But on the upside, I stuck to relatively clean eating (at home, I just avoided the crap food while I was with the campers) and drank minimally. Still. It’s dancing with the devil. (Sure does help with appetite and drinking interest.) (I think I’m bored a lot in social situations. Or antsy, or something. I’m trying to get underneath that currently. Why are the cigs so helpful with the other vices?)
Helps curb. I’ve just loaded logs onto the fire and that’s all set, now what should I do? A) start eating chips and now can’t stop going back and forth to the table to grab another handful, B) grab a beer, take it to the fire and stand there drinking it while talking to someone, or C) open a beer, decide to have a cig, set the beer down and walk away to steer clear of people (while talking to other smokers or people who come to talk despite smoke), forget about beer until later, maybe finish it, or maybe dump it in favor of gum and water. The smoking occupies me.
Thats like social smoking. A good many women I’ve talked to have said the same thing- they only smoke when they’re drinking/socializing.
Nicotine is a pretty strong stimulant. Like just a few mg. will really perk you up- so it kinda makes sense that it would be a social good time kinda thing.
I don’t necessarily mind being around it, but my danger sign is when it starts to smell good. I think thats my brain relating the smell with the sensation of it. All of those old synaptic patterns remembering how to connect.
Well, I have been known to do that as well. I told my doctor. He asked “How many?” I told him 4-5 a day. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. “Smokes, not packs.” He relaxed quite a bit after that. Though for the last half week I have not had the urge.
FWIW, I have read that drinking is about sedation (self medicating for some) and smoking is about control.
When I saw my derm a few months ago I told them I smoked, they asked how much and I said 4-5 a day. A few weeks later I checked my chart online and saw that they had put 4-5 packs per day. I guess it’s a common occurrence.
It might be. . I switched from chew to smoking after the drano thing because my mouth was too torn up for chew.
I still chew nicotine gum. Best luck I’ve had quitting nicotine was from acupuncture. It was a withdrawl protocol used by a hospital in NYC that I can’t bring to mind at the moment, administered by my MD buddy when he was learning medical applications of acupuncture. It worked nicely, then I just had to stay quit. That broke under a fair bit of stress though. I was hedging it as a buffer for relapse to other substances. So it was good in the moment, but bad long term.
Such a slippery slope, though. I do NOT want to be thinking about cigarettes in my day-to-day life, so the question is whether I can keep it to these twice-a-year camping events. Which I shouldn’t even be considering, because I know better. I know how powerful addiction is. I also know how destructive smoking is, even for light smokers.
CG Max day 9/50 - fwd tilt bulgarian lunge, rotational and supine row, stability ball rollout, pushups, banded hip thrust, hammer press - with 5 min cardio warmup. Today was not a great day. I felt weak, I think I’m getting sick, but I punched the clock, so the day started well nonetheless.
My weight is up, probably because I was still hungry after two servings of dinner. Looking around for a snack I realized that nothing I keep stocked is on my “yes” list for Friday’s colonoscopy. I found some bbq potato chips left over from the camping trip and ate those, so ate those. Weight will drop back down while I starve to death on clear liquids tomorrow.
Same, mostly! It’s been 25 years for me, but I have had them while drinking with smokers a handful of times. My cousin lives in Ireland and smokes my brand, so I smoked after her mom’s funeral. Once at an away professional training. That sort of thing. My stepdaughter’s cousin showed up for camping one year and also smokes my brand (the others smell bad to me, but these continue to smell good and right) and I bummed. So I’ve been buying a pack and doing it at camping for a couple of years. I do feel it nudging at me at other times, but so far I’m able to completely reject that this would move into my real life. None of my friends smoke - these are all people from 3 hours away, where my husband grew up.
. I switched from chew to smoking after the drano thing because my mouth was too torn up for chew.