Saturday, June 23, 2012
Change is not inevitable. Why change what works and what people are comfortable with? The Facebook change to that insipid Timeline was the last straw for me. My cover picture simply says, "I Hate Timeline" in bold, clashing colors. I can't say I'm sad Facebook's IPO failed. Now SparkPeople is copying the Zuckerberg Facebook model by instituting more changes that make the site less friendly, not the least of which is the change to the Fitness Tracker. I immediately found the button to take me back to the familiar, comfortable way of tracking.
The points issue is another matter. SP has changed its Spark Points page to remove convenient links to tools and to reduce point opportunities. Yes, I'm a points whore, get over it. By my calculations, this change results in a net loss of 3 potential points/day and takes away the convenience of having links I want in one place, forcing me to hunt if I want to use a tool. Remember when SP eliminated the point for liking or submitting a suggestion? I used to enjoy that feature, but now it's out of sight, out of mind, and I have no clue where the bank of suggestions hides in the complexity of the SP website.
Anyway, here's what I see:
No more Track Other Exercises (- 10 points)
Schedule an Appointment (tool I used daily) gone (- 1 point)
Track Food (+ 5). Really? More points for food but less for fitness? Missing the logic.
Comment on Blog (+ 3)
Net loss: 3 points.
I was in a training class this week with someone who left SP for My Fitness Pal. Starting to see why.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Posted with source duly cited.
One of my friends shared this on Facebook, and I related the following story: In the *old* days when we still had those ugly black phones on our office desks, I was talking to my new supervisor one day when his phone started ringing. I stopped mid-sentence and stood there uncomfortable as he let it ring. Finally I asked, "Do you need to get that?" His reply: "No one on the phone is more important than the person right in front of me." Lesson learned.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Wow, that blog plucked a very raw nerve for me, because the blogger could have been writing about my life: good girl, straight A's, too uncoordinated for sports, afraid to try anything that could result in failure. What surfaced, along with tears, were two distinct, painful memories of how parents' words can cut like a knife.
The first memory was when I returned from a national Girl Scout event when I was in junior high. Now, it was an honor to be chosen for a national event, and only only two girls from my state were selected. The event was held on a college campus in Illinois, and in those days, we traveled by bus, so I made the trip on my own, the first solo excursion. What an exhiliarating time! I had a blast at the event, learned a lot, and returned home elated and filled with enthsiasm. My dad brought me home from the bus station, and as I bounded through the door, my mother's sour face and words stopped me short: "My God, you've gotten fat!" My happiness bubble popped, and I deflated, actually feeling like something heavy had crashed into my chest.
The second painful memory came during my freshman year in high school. When I entered high school, I was feeling the freedom that came with the more mature environment, and I signed up for a one-semester art course. I knew I wasn't good at drawing and painting, but I was hoping I could learn, and I wanted to do something "daring." I got a B in that course. When my dad saw my grades, he skipped over all the A's and focused on the sole B, telling me I had to bring that grade up. I was crushed. The class was over, so there was no chance to pull it up, and it was the last time I was "daring" in high school, ensuring that B was my only one.
What is interesting is that I keep burying these memories until something specific, like today's Daily Spark blog, triggers them. Unfortunately, when I bury painful memories, the good ones go with them, so perhaps that's why I have so few memories at all of my childhood. ELIZRN has also written blogs that have brought memories to the surface, so I feel as if the Universe is trying to tell me I need to take these black things out of their hiding places, examine them in the light of day, and forgive my parents (who probably never realized the impact of their words). It may be the only way to get my memories back.
Finally, you may be wondering why I'm writing this in a blog instead of in the pseudo-privacy of a journal. I feel the need to be public with the struggle, and SP so far has been a relatively safe place to share difficulties. So thanks if you've read all the way to the end. Just sharing means a lot.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Simple blog tonight. Declared victory on the weight goal and will be moving into maintenance mode, fully aware that I need to remain vigilant and keep tracking for the time being.
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