@Wretched said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
@Auspice Aka, A list of reasons Wretched doesn't bake, but loves to cook. If only I had someone to clean up after me.
And yet why it took me a long time to become a decent cook, but I love to bake! 
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
@Auspice Some people are precision instruments, I am a blunt object. I dont think Ive made many meals outside of basic eggs and even then, where I cook season it the EXACT same way.
@Snackness said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
eta: However, the Muppet Christmas Carol cures many ills.
Perpetual reminder that the DVD version does not have "When Love is Gone" and is therefore GARBAGE
@Auspice said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
@Macha said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
Now if someone has some advice on helping a bruised rib, I'm all ears.
lie on the opposite side, try not to cry.
... ok it's not helpful but that's all I've got
@mietze said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
I am not sure if it will help for bruising, but I got a rib brace OTC at the drugstore when I had a rib fracture and it was very helpful to get through the day.
I'm all right so long as I don't hiccup, or cough, sneeze, bend over or straighten up. So it could be worse.
I'm trying heat, tylenol, ice, and lots of rest.
I lost my job recently, redundancy is a bitch but it happens. Other than that, everything else is fine except for this weighted-blanket of depression I have no excuse for because everything is fine. No one has outright asked me 'Why are you depressed?' yet which I'm grateful for, but I keep asking myself and have no good reason. Went on vacation a couple weeks ago and literally spent most of the time curled up in bed at the hotel for no good reason. Depression feels a lot like laziness, looks a lot like laziness. Got myself a Switch & Pokemon Sword on my S.O.'s orders and my starter is Sobble because I can relate to crying for no reason right now. Hoping it's just the weather + performance anxiety about spending the holidays with the in-laws, who knows though.
Tinuviel about 9 hours ago
I hate you with the power of a thousand Pandoras.
@Pandora said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
I lost my job recently, redundancy is a bitch but it happens. Other than that, everything else is fine except for this weighted-blanket of depression I have no excuse for because everything is fine.
Depression isn't about reason or whether it is all OK. It just is. Hope you feel better soon
@Pandora Could possibly be SAD - Seasonal Affective Disorder.?
@Auspice said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
baking is a science, cooking is an art.
Poppycock, if only because it seeks to distinguish science and art.
I adhere to recipes and times, but there is still an art to baking. I’m not just talking about decorating, which is undoubtedly artistic. When and how you drop in your eggs or chocolate chips means a lot, I have found, to the simple baking of cookies.
And cooking is most definitely a science, if you are a grill master or want to use an oven. Soufflés and all sorts of dishes are temperature-delicate; one premature oven-opening and your dish will be thrown off. Precision and accuracy in timing how you make your dishes also helps make sure everything comes out warm and hot, and that’s a matter of math and management.
I must respectfully dissent.
Plus, I’ve made things I have elected to abjure.
My self-hatred is powerful.
“It is better to live doing the things that you like. It is foolish to live within this dream of a world seeing unpleasantness and doing only things that you do not like.” -- Yamamoto Tsunetomo.
@Ganymede said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
When and how you drop in your eggs or chocolate chips means a lot, I have found, to the simple baking of cookies.
And yet, there are infographics that can tell you, based merely on how your cookies look how to fix them... based on science, not art. That you put too much (or too little) of an ingredient. That you baked at too high or too low a temperature. Nothing of art to it.
Humidity, altitude... these little things can have an effect on the outcome.
@Ganymede said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
Soufflés and all sorts of dishes
A soufflé, arguably, falls under the purview of baking. It is even defined, as a baked egg dish.
Saying the quiet parts out loud since 1996.
@Auspice said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
And yet, there are infographics that can tell you, based merely on how your cookies look how to fix them... based on science, not art. That you put too much (or too little) of an ingredient. That you baked at too high or too low a temperature. Nothing of art to it.
art1
/ɑːt/
noun
1.
the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination
Your science of baking is art. Even your infernal infographics are art.
@Auspice said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
@mietze said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
@Arkandel I think what people are trying to get at is that, just in case you've never been fat or struggled with significant or stubborn weight loss or haven't experienced losing weight and then regaining or other things like that, those comments really aren't anything that they've not heard before, usually spoken in a very condescending or dismissive way.
As I have had to say to doctors and other people in my life during times where I am heavy (I've been all over the place as an adult), "I'm FAT not STUPID thanks."
And as others have said, and doctors who specialize in the treatment of obesity can tell you, it's actually NOT that simple. So unless you want to hurt the person, I really honestly would advise not telling anyone that. It's okay. Someone else has already told them, trust me.
This. So much of it.
I've been told 'just count calories!' so many times.
You know what I've found?
I usually don't meet the 'amount to lose weight' calories in a day. I just looked up a calorie calculator. OK. Amount to eat per day to lose weight: 1924.
Amount of calories I've eaten today: 1534.And weekends are pretty high intake for me since I'm sitting around the house with the free time to cook. Most days would prob be closer to just 1000.
But I've gained weight over the past year. I haven't lost it.
Calorie counting, in my world, is a fucking laughable concept.
One study calculated that the average woman with PCOS doesn't lose weight without medical intervention unless she reduces her caloric intake to about 800/day. So if you're having trouble, it's not just in your head! It's a legit problem for us. Take inositol. See your Dr. about metformin.
I thought I had this rib pain thing managed. Oh MAN was I wrong.
first major depressive episode of the season is setting in.
yaaaaaay
@Auspice I am right there with you, sister.
My problem is that it's not just SAD - it's also conditioning - my mother died in December, so Christmas lights, etc, bring that all in. My father got super abusive and his alcoholism RAGED all month long. Then add in this on again off again, is he my boyfriend or not - died this month. Then the guy that I once made the whole "If we're not married by" pact with (before the movie, I swear), died last year this month.
The part that makes me laugh, is this time last year Dad was in and out of the hospital and signed an DNR/DNI. I went to his hospital room and raged at him. So he ripped it up.
I told him he wasn't allowed to ever die in December, damnit. It's already messed up enough. He promised - and then died the first week of January.
Am I allowed to go hibernate in a cave for the month, please and thank you?
It's nothing so extreme for me. I mean, yes, I feel insanely lonely. I usually do this time of year. I want to love the holidays, but being largely estranged from family (my mom sends me something small each year but has to sort of sneak it to me and I appreciate it, but by and far I will have nothing to do with my family so long as they continue to support/enable my addict brother and his tendency to issue death threats to me) leaves me........ empty. I don't have enough local friends to really feel.... anything. Like, people keep giving me this whole 'omg you poor thing moving so close to Christmas'
....look, it gives me something to DO. I'll prob spend Christmas Eve/Day packing. Instead of being at home desperately searching for RP online.
And speaking of moving:
I have no idea where I'm moving yet. I keep telling myself that finding a place within my budget shouldn't be hard and there's probably tons of move-in specials to make affording it easier (since I blew through ALL my savings while sick / car issues in October/November), but it's still stressful to have to move in a little over 3 weeks and not know WHERE.
But the biggest worry is.... my contract is up on January 10th. I might not have a job. I might move and less than 2 weeks later be out of work. I need to clean up my resume and start job hunting, but I can't find the willpower to do it and then I beat myself up for not doing it and then I get depressed for not doing it and then I get anxious for getting closer to my deadline and then I beat myself up for.....
So seasonal depression plus stress plus loneliness plus anxiety plus oh yeah I've been off my meds for a week cause rent meant I couldn't afford them (I'll pick 'em up when I get paid tomorrow).
I haven't slept much in days.
It'll be better once I'm back on my meds.
It'll be better once I move.
But sometimes I wish I wasn't so physical contact adverse cause I could use a hug. (or someone to get a hug from, ha!)
@Auspice
I understand all of this too well. I have literal pennies in my checking account. The rent came out of my roommate's account, but I have yet to give him anything for rent.
I have interviewed and interviewed, and there's nothing. I'm tired, broke, and stressed to the max. I could use a hug and a miracle.
I didn't feel great last night. The 'feel like I'm coming down with something' had only increased throughout the day and I went Welp. Gonna email work and tell them I won't be in.
Felt a little bad doing it before I even went to bed, but followed gut instinct.
Here it is, noon, and I'm not even able to sit upright. I'm typing this lying down.
Yaaaaaaaaaay.
Time to try to drag myself to the kitchen to make tea to at least sooth my throat.
I manage to avoid having to people for the vast, vast majority of the year... and yet somehow manage to end up with two art shows on the same day, one picking up right as the other ends.
At least it's just the one day, but holy crap. That's too much adulting and peopling for me in a condensed timeframe. 
Oh fucking well.
@Wretched said in Health and Wealth and GrownUp Stuff:
@Auspice Aka, A list of reasons Wretched doesn't bake, but loves to cook. If only I had someone to clean up after me.
And yet why it took me a long time to become a decent cook, but I love to bake!
