Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I'm trying to create a mnemonic - a memory aid - to remember these colors in this order:
In other words, I'm trying to create a sentence to help me remember these colors in this order. The last color, Yellow, is repeated so it can be represented in the sentence or left out. Either way will work.
Your Only Real Victory Blasts Greed
That's an example. Not the best, I think. So I'm hoping one of you witty, smart people out there can come up with a catchy one that I'll really like and can remember easily!
Anyone want to try? I'll send you a goodie for trying. And if you come up with the BEST one, I'll send you an even nicer goodie. Wow. Are you impressed? lol
By the way, these colors in this order can be used in watercolor painting, side by side, and none of them will MAKE MUD when blended with its neighbor. Making MUD is a problem in watercolors if you get the wrong two colors together. (And if you're an amateur, like me.)
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
I have a friend who is struggling with alcohol addiction right now. Heís going to AA meetings. Heís told everyone at work what heís doing. Heís told his family. Heís put himself out there so he really canít just give up. Heís serious about winning back control of his life and not giving in to his addiction.
As I watch him and try to support him and help him in any way I can, Iím drawn to thoughts of ďaddictionĒ. Itís such a mystery. Experts in many fields have studied it, tackled it, written about it, done clinical trials, etc. etc.
Still, addiction is HARD. Thereís not ďA CUREĒ. It takes work and commitment in every area of your Life and Being to get a grip on it, to overcome it. And you can only truly say youíve conquered it TODAY. Tomorrow youíll have to do it all over again. Thereís a reason for the motto ďOne day at a timeĒ.
We all have addictions to different things: alcohol, smoking, prescription drugs, gambling, and, oh yes, FOOD. Overeating.
Food is the one we canít conquer by going ďcold turkeyĒ or using total abstinence. The first rule in all the others is to STOP completely, but we canít do that with food. That makes it pretty hard. No one would dare tell an alcoholic to just cut down and drink in moderation, would they? Yet that is what we, who are food addicts, are expected to do. Moderation, the M-Word, is a "four letter word", for sure!
But what I really have been thinking is that while I battle my addiction to food, so many others are struggling with much worse additions. Ones that carry stigmas, that endanger the lives of others, and even bring criminal actions into their lives, that cost them their jobs and their loved ones.
Mine just makes me feel a little chubby. Not that Iím dismissing those who have severe food additions that DO endanger their health. Iím not. But mine is not so extreme. Still, I really struggle with it and can get really discouraged when I slip. How much worse is it for people who have those other, more severe addictions? How about those who suffer terrible physical symptoms of withdrawal?
I think now that each time Iím aware of my struggle with food, Iíll also think of the struggles of those with other addictions Ė the ones that have instant ramifications that could destroy their lives.
There is always someone out there, you donít have to look very far, who has a worse problem, a more terrifying struggle. Maybe in helping them, we help ourselves. And I think we help them simply by respecting them and their struggle.
After all, ďThere but for the grace of God. . .Ē
Thursday, November 04, 2010
I've always been fascinated by trails and paths, since I was a child. I followed quite a few of them in the mountains of Wyoming, long ago, not nearly as far off the beaten path as I would have liked, but luscious and full of sustenance for the soul, nonetheless.
Sometimes I walked a trail with steep canyon walls rising high above me on both sides. Now and then it opened into a patch of sunlight filtering through the pines and lush green grass that edged the stream rushing through it. The path was covered with soft, cushy pine needles, so every footfall was muffled, and then quieted more by the gurgling sound of the melted snow searching for the lake at the bottom.
Heading for the mouth of the stream, the roar of the waterfall urging me on, I became totally lost from the world of people and machines. The spray of the water, the constant din of the falls, blocked out sight and sound of all but the most otherworldly views and brought to mind thoughts of the same. As if approaching a god. And the scent! If only I could have captured the smell of the fresh air and water and mountain pines and flowers and grasses. Ambrosia to the senses. All the while, the mountain looming upward, farther than I could see.
Mountains like these are in the tales of all the ancient religions. And no wonder, the senses are in such awe in the presence of a mountain. The eyes go upward, the heart and soul reach upward. The physical mountain is a symbol for the spiritual one that stands between each soul and its destiny. Like the tourists left behind me on the roadside, most people stand within sight of the spiritual mountain all their lives and never approach it, being content to let others dare that journey and regale them with stories of it. They avoid so many hardships that way, you see.
Most who do venture toward the mountain, use a guide or a well-traveled path tamed by many others who have gone before. But there are those whose nature it is to find their own route across the mountain; brave souls for whom the journey is a reward, even if the destination is never reached. Those that do reach it, through sheer strength of will and large doses of good fortune, become more aware than any that there is no fixed path, no single road that will take you there, but as many routes as there are souls.
If you remember the story of the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy and her friends went to see the Wizard to ask for gifts - things they were lacking in their lives. He sent them on a mission to kill the wicked witch and promised the gifts as a reward. When they completed their mission, they returned to find the Wizard was a fake. But they also discovered that they had found the gifts they were asking for - acquired them during their journey. Itís not the conquest of the mountain that is the reward; itís the journey there. Enjoy the journey and never be afraid of it.
If I never lay eyes on you again, I thank God for your presence in my life, this little way along the path I'm following. People join me on the path from time to time, and it hurts when we part at a crossroads. But I'd rather have had the time with you, shared the thoughts and tenderness, and cried when it couldn't go on, than to have sat here, safe and sorry, unknown and unknowing, like those travelers who only listen to tales of the mountain from the soul who had the courage to tackle it.
Sometimes you have to leap into the void.
Monday, October 04, 2010
My son and grandkids are coming from Denver.
Halloween is coming!
Thanksgiving is coming!
Christmas is coming!
What do all these things have in common?
I MUST start now to really get a grip on my eating. I've been playing fast and loose with my food plan.
So today I'm getting the regimen down again, faithfully logging in every bite and using the LOW end of my allowances.
Have to do this to avoid a major catastrophe and lose all the ground I've gained, or gain all the weight I've lost, however you want to look at it.
What is YOUR upcoming challenging event? No matter how big or how small. If it might induce you to overeat, post it here, share your worries and get some support.
At the very least, we'll keep our eyes on you, lol, so you have to behave!
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