Just over seven years ago, I landed in Grand Forks, North Dakota, to visit my friend, Peanut, who was in law school at UND. I arrived on New Year's Day in 2005, and I guess I stayed five days or so. Turned out to be one of the coldest weeks on record there, with temperatures dipping to, oh, around 30 below. That's Fahrenheit, folks! It was truly astonishing. I wrote a little bit about it here.
I remember a story in the local newspaper about an exotic bird--parrot, I think--that managed to escape out of someone's house during my time there. Apparently, the animal didn't get very far, freezing to death only yards away from his prison. I think his name was Pete.
Coming from a relatively temperate, southern climate, I made a few purchases before my trip of the outerwear and footwear variety. My lightweight, but very warm, LL Bean parka--size medium--served me very well during my visit, and is still in great shape after all these years. This is probably due to the fact that it gets less use here in southern Maryland AND because I've been too fat in recent years to wear it comfortably, preferring instead a large, ratty, old coat belonging to Tony, that has seen better days.
With 25 pounds lost, I'm thrilled that I'm able to put on that parka from 2005 and zip it up, even with two or three shirts underneath. I'm all about the layers, dontcha know.
I remember that I weighed 142 pounds before my trip to that frozen wasteland. I was on my way up the scale, having gained about seven pounds in just the few previous months. I remember vowing to end the climb then and there. Ha!
My culinary memories of North Dakota are few, but intense. I was introduced to Culver's, home of the ButterBurger and deep-fried cheese curds. Lordy, lordy! Then there was a late-night visit in Fargo to a Krispy Kreme donut-producing establishment, where we enjoyed those sweet delicacies right off the production line. If you haven't eaten a warm, freshly-made Krispy Kreme donut, well, you just haven't lived!
In other wardrobe news, today I said see ya to my fall/winter fat pants! I was really beginning to like them because there was no longer any need to unzip them for any reason, fitting loosely enough to just slide over my hips. This bagginess caused problems, though, at the lower end, where there was so much wear and tear on the hems that I appeared to be a down-on-my-luck something-or-other, I think, when out walking. Tony never said, but I'm sure this look was an embarrassment to him and probably talked about behind the closed doors of people in the neighborhood.
In the weight-watching community, the it-fits-again coat and the demise of the fat pants are known as NSVs, or non-scale victories.
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Pound-wise, I'm a little surprised to see a loss this week. There was, after all, a full lunch out with Mom on Saturday, including a big, shrimp salad sandwich on a croissant, with french fries, followed, the next day, by a fried-chicken, er, incident. This is further proof that weight loss can be achieved by alternating days of full eating and days of light eating. Something about keeping the metabolism guessing, blah, blah, blah. Maybe you can look it up on Wikipedia when the blackout ends.
More importantly, though, is the fact that these meals don't figure well into my plan to naturally lower my cholesterol levels and blood pressure. Clearly, more work is needed.
That's it for today!
