Simply love the 'indicator'.
And now the appetite is back to "normal" again! Bye, food cravings! =)
Friday, 30 April 2010
Saturday, 24 April 2010
OHHH!
It's a woman's thing.
I've always thought that I'm mercifully spared from PMS. You know, the infamous mood swing and irritability that seem to affect most homo sapiens with the XX chromosomes.
After all, I feel normal before and after periods. What irritates me, still irritates me. What don't, just don't. I'm still perfectly myself, before and after.
The only difference is that I have those weird, unexplainable food cravings - even when I'm NOT hungry - 1 or 2 weeks leading up to a period. It started 1 or 2 years ago, I think, and has grown to become so reliable that somehow - in my subconscious - I've learned to associate it as an "indicator".
During this phase, I practically get TORMENTED by food, literally. I see food, talk food, dream food, think food, smell food, and eat food. Regardless of whether I'm hungry or not.
Whenever the notion of wanting to put some food into the mouth ALL THE TIME strikes, I'll know it's about time to "equip" myself. Bring those things out. Avoid iced drinks.
And just right before Day 1 of the period, the craving just vanishes instantly and miraculously.
I LOVE it! It is such a reliable indicator. What more, unlike PMS-ers who experience moodiness, irritability, or weepiness, and snap at everybody, I get to eat instead! On normal days, I eat little - due to bad dietary habits. During this phase though, I eat like a normal person. In addition, I eat with JOY (because the crazy craving is being satisfied)! I eat, and eat, and eat, and eat. It is such bliss!
Recently, though, the curiosity is killing me. Do I get those food craving because of the impending period? Or is it just a matter of coincidence?
Thus, I did the intellectual thing that smart people do. I googled.
After much researching (read: googling), to my utmost horror and disgust, I discovered that I AM - after all - not spared from the claws of PMS.
Apparently, PMS has as many as FIVE types - Type A, Type B, Type C, Type D, and Type H.
Type A is the most common; characterized by nervous tension, weepiness, moodiness, irritability, anxiety, mood swings etc.
And apparently, I'm experiencing Type C: Reactive Hypoglycaemia. Due to some hormone-thingy (man, don't I just sound soooo intellectual?), my blood sugar level drops to below normal concentrations; which, in turn, explains the urge to eat and the increased appetite. It is just the body's natural reaction to attempt to bring up the blood sugar level to normal again.
Anyway, one website which I came across advises to eat smaller meals frequently, and to include complex carbohydrates such as potatoes, pasta, vegetables, and quality proteins (e.g. fish, lean meat etc) to lessen the craving tendency. I have no idea how true is it, though.
So, in conclusion, I'm not as free from PMS as I'd thought myself to be.
Go away. Don't agitate me. I'm PMS-ing.
I've always thought that I'm mercifully spared from PMS. You know, the infamous mood swing and irritability that seem to affect most homo sapiens with the XX chromosomes.
After all, I feel normal before and after periods. What irritates me, still irritates me. What don't, just don't. I'm still perfectly myself, before and after.
The only difference is that I have those weird, unexplainable food cravings - even when I'm NOT hungry - 1 or 2 weeks leading up to a period. It started 1 or 2 years ago, I think, and has grown to become so reliable that somehow - in my subconscious - I've learned to associate it as an "indicator".
During this phase, I practically get TORMENTED by food, literally. I see food, talk food, dream food, think food, smell food, and eat food. Regardless of whether I'm hungry or not.
Whenever the notion of wanting to put some food into the mouth ALL THE TIME strikes, I'll know it's about time to "equip" myself. Bring those things out. Avoid iced drinks.
And just right before Day 1 of the period, the craving just vanishes instantly and miraculously.
I LOVE it! It is such a reliable indicator. What more, unlike PMS-ers who experience moodiness, irritability, or weepiness, and snap at everybody, I get to eat instead! On normal days, I eat little - due to bad dietary habits. During this phase though, I eat like a normal person. In addition, I eat with JOY (because the crazy craving is being satisfied)! I eat, and eat, and eat, and eat. It is such bliss!
Recently, though, the curiosity is killing me. Do I get those food craving because of the impending period? Or is it just a matter of coincidence?
Thus, I did the intellectual thing that smart people do. I googled.
After much researching (read: googling), to my utmost horror and disgust, I discovered that I AM - after all - not spared from the claws of PMS.
Apparently, PMS has as many as FIVE types - Type A, Type B, Type C, Type D, and Type H.
Type A is the most common; characterized by nervous tension, weepiness, moodiness, irritability, anxiety, mood swings etc.
And apparently, I'm experiencing Type C: Reactive Hypoglycaemia. Due to some hormone-thingy (man, don't I just sound soooo intellectual?), my blood sugar level drops to below normal concentrations; which, in turn, explains the urge to eat and the increased appetite. It is just the body's natural reaction to attempt to bring up the blood sugar level to normal again.
Anyway, one website which I came across advises to eat smaller meals frequently, and to include complex carbohydrates such as potatoes, pasta, vegetables, and quality proteins (e.g. fish, lean meat etc) to lessen the craving tendency. I have no idea how true is it, though.
So, in conclusion, I'm not as free from PMS as I'd thought myself to be.
Go away. Don't agitate me. I'm PMS-ing.
P.S. Complex carbohydrates. Should have ordered the cheese-baked spaghetti instead last night...
P.S.S. I'm sneezing away again today.
=(
Last night, I had a late dinner-cum-supper at this restaurant.
I was caught between cheese-baked spaghetti and pork curry noodles. In the end, I chose the latter. Because it's spicy. Because it's my first time eating PORK curry.
The food arrived, and lo and behold, it was such a sad disappointment.
1) The noodles were limp. It was way beyond overcooked; it felt like eating pathetic pieces of tasteless dough. Noodles are supposed to be Q and bouncy, NOT limpy and soft. Not bragging, but I think even I can serve up better Maggi Mee than what was offered by the restaurant.
2) The pork chops were way overcooked too. They were so tough; I literally had to SAW my knife through the piece of meat. In the end, I resorted to poking the meat with the tip of the knife in a desperate attempt to cut it. To make it worse, the meat was distastefully dry and tasteless. Man, it's just not worth the efforts.
In the end, I hardly touched the bowl of pork curry noodles. The pork chops and noodles are such a disgraceful disappointment. The only saving grace was the curry. The gravy was thick, not too sweet and not too spicy.
I went home hungry. Took a quick shower, and went to sleep immediately because I was hungry.
Not going to patronize the restaurant again, if given the choice.
Man, the word "pork curry" is going to bring back bad memories in future.
I was caught between cheese-baked spaghetti and pork curry noodles. In the end, I chose the latter. Because it's spicy. Because it's my first time eating PORK curry.
The food arrived, and lo and behold, it was such a sad disappointment.
1) The noodles were limp. It was way beyond overcooked; it felt like eating pathetic pieces of tasteless dough. Noodles are supposed to be Q and bouncy, NOT limpy and soft. Not bragging, but I think even I can serve up better Maggi Mee than what was offered by the restaurant.
2) The pork chops were way overcooked too. They were so tough; I literally had to SAW my knife through the piece of meat. In the end, I resorted to poking the meat with the tip of the knife in a desperate attempt to cut it. To make it worse, the meat was distastefully dry and tasteless. Man, it's just not worth the efforts.
In the end, I hardly touched the bowl of pork curry noodles. The pork chops and noodles are such a disgraceful disappointment. The only saving grace was the curry. The gravy was thick, not too sweet and not too spicy.
I went home hungry. Took a quick shower, and went to sleep immediately because I was hungry.
Not going to patronize the restaurant again, if given the choice.
Man, the word "pork curry" is going to bring back bad memories in future.
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
Monday, 19 April 2010
THE TIME
I'm ravenous! Again! 12 times per year I get super ravenous! And the Hungry Monster manifests and rears its head!
I eat food. Think food. Talk food. Smell food. Dream food. Although I'm not hungry per se.
Food. Foodfoodfoodfoodfood. GIMME FOOD!!!
I want to eat something. Anything!
Chocolate. Potato chips. Hainanese chicky rice. Hokkien mee. McD Fish Burger. Subway Cold Cut Trio. Siew mai. Tiong Bahru chwee kueh. Sushi. Sotong. Shrimp. Crab. Mee pok. Oyster Omelet. Maggi Mee. Hotdog. Satay. KFC. Chicken patty. Rice dumpling. Kueh tutu. Old Chang Kee. Yong Tau Hu. Beef Bolognese pasta. Baked riced. Cheese fries. Ban Mian. ARRGGGH!!!
Feed me! Stuff my mouth before I makan you up...
I eat food. Think food. Talk food. Smell food. Dream food. Although I'm not hungry per se.
Food. Foodfoodfoodfoodfood. GIMME FOOD!!!
I want to eat something. Anything!
Chocolate. Potato chips. Hainanese chicky rice. Hokkien mee. McD Fish Burger. Subway Cold Cut Trio. Siew mai. Tiong Bahru chwee kueh. Sushi. Sotong. Shrimp. Crab. Mee pok. Oyster Omelet. Maggi Mee. Hotdog. Satay. KFC. Chicken patty. Rice dumpling. Kueh tutu. Old Chang Kee. Yong Tau Hu. Beef Bolognese pasta. Baked riced. Cheese fries. Ban Mian. ARRGGGH!!!
Feed me! Stuff my mouth before I makan you up...
BOY AND GIRL
During dinner some time last week, a friend brought up this interesting point of view.
Isn't it strange, that it's always 'mummy's boy' or 'daddy's girl', and never the other way round?
Isn't it strange, that it's always 'mummy's boy' or 'daddy's girl', and never the other way round?
Sunday, 18 April 2010
Monday, 5 April 2010
SO CUTE
This is my cousin's son.
Now, what is a cousin's son known as? Nephew?
I met Wen Jun for the first time during CNY earlier this year.
SO CHUBBY AND CUTE LARH!
It's true when it's said that cuteness runs in the blood.
It's all in the genes, I tell you.
Now, what is a cousin's son known as? Nephew?
I met Wen Jun for the first time during CNY earlier this year.
SO CHUBBY AND CUTE LARH!
It's true when it's said that cuteness runs in the blood.
It's all in the genes, I tell you.
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Saturday, 3 April 2010
EFFORTS
I was on the bus. The pavements were all lined with fallen flowers which, apparently, couldn't withstand the winds and rain earlier on.
Biology at NIE teaches that plants are amazing. They know how to direct their resources. In a rainforest, there are vast diversities of types of plants / trees. Some tall with canopy; others, short and stubby.
For plants, the most common dilemma is having to choose between water and sunlight. And they can choose only one. So says the tutor.
Some type of trees choose sunlight. It's in their nature. As a result, they blossom. Tall and straight; with countless branches webbing out magnificently like spider webs. Others choose to invest in water. As a result, they end up short and stubby; because all their glucose (energy resource) are used to grow deeper roots that can better reach the waters.
The principle is: you only choose one. Only one.
Choose only one; and forget about the other.
I feel so sad for those that chose to invest in sunlight; in their leaves and branches.
I looked at the pavements lined with all the pretty flowers. Each species with its own unique colour. Whites on one pavement. Lilacs on the other. And countless more.
The flowers are their buds; the precious gems of the collective efforts invested over the months, or years. And here they are, trodden on the ground. And no one cares or feel sad for the loss.
Biology at NIE teaches that plants are amazing. They know how to direct their resources. In a rainforest, there are vast diversities of types of plants / trees. Some tall with canopy; others, short and stubby.
For plants, the most common dilemma is having to choose between water and sunlight. And they can choose only one. So says the tutor.
Some type of trees choose sunlight. It's in their nature. As a result, they blossom. Tall and straight; with countless branches webbing out magnificently like spider webs. Others choose to invest in water. As a result, they end up short and stubby; because all their glucose (energy resource) are used to grow deeper roots that can better reach the waters.
The principle is: you only choose one. Only one.
Choose only one; and forget about the other.
I feel so sad for those that chose to invest in sunlight; in their leaves and branches.
I looked at the pavements lined with all the pretty flowers. Each species with its own unique colour. Whites on one pavement. Lilacs on the other. And countless more.
The flowers are their buds; the precious gems of the collective efforts invested over the months, or years. And here they are, trodden on the ground. And no one cares or feel sad for the loss.
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