Sunday, July 08, 2012
I am coming off an extremely difficult year and a half, yet my weight has remained the one thing completely controlled. I have rules in my life for many things: I don't do debt, which relieves me of a huge amount of stress that others bear. I don't go to bed with a dirty kitchen. I don't leave the house with the bed unmade. I pay bills when I get them. I put my clothing away or in the laundry as soon as I take them off. I clean up the bathroom when I am done. These are rules I made for myself, they didn't come from my parents, or at least the house care ones didn't. In an unpredictable world, it gives my life structure and at least a minor form of predictability: I never have to wake up to a messy kitchen and I always know where my clothes are.
And I don't eat between meals. I know that many people incorporate snacks into their days, but I know myself well enough to know that my mind will twist that permission to snack into something I can't control, so I don't do it. It took awhile to figure out that snacks were something I couldn't control. God knows I tried. It was best to just give them up, and eat meals appropriately. As soon as I finish dinner, I brush and floss, then clean the kitchen and take out the trash.
It's a crazy world out there, but with my own rules for my own life, I have managed to find a way to manage my weight reliably, and therefore comfortably. Rules have gotten a bad reputation, and I am not fond of rules imposed by others (most speed limits are WAY too low!), but my own rules were made by me to improve my own life. I can't go to jail for breaking them, but I would pay with loss of peace of mind. I have already paid that price, and I don't care to pay it again.
Sunday, July 01, 2012
The big storm blew through Friday night, leaving devastation in its wake. We (and over a million homes just in the DC area) lost power. Of course, it's nearly 100 degrees.
Fortunately, or so I smugly thought, we had had a standby generator installed almost 5 years ago. Haven't needed it much in that time, but I was happy to have internet, phone, TV, COFFEE!, and a/c. Until the generator stopped working yesterday. I called for the tech, who never showed. They are just too busy. But the tech on the phone helped me get it running just until someone can come out (at overtime rates and I don't care) and check it out. Our house for some reason, when we lose power in a storm, are without it for days on end. The other end of the street glows, across the street, full power. But our little cul-de-sac....nothing.
But I need to be grateful, too. The winds here in our town were clocked at 79mph Friday night and lots of trees came down. One of the houses behind me had one come through the roof. A bunch of people can't get their cars out to get to someplace cool because trees block the driveway and street. Whole shopping centers are dark and blocked in with downed trees. Two people were killed in their cars, and another two were killed when a tree came through the bedroom.
In a week this will all be just a bunch of stories, like Hurricane Isabelle in 2003. Or Agnes in 1972. It's tough to live through, particularly in our powered device lives, but, like everything, it will pass and life will resume. I need to remember that being hot and disconnected is just discomfort, and remember that the families of those who were killed will have to negotiate a terrible new normal.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Something has happened to the world over the 6+ decades I have been alive. People all want More rather than Enough.
If one pair of shoes is good, are 20 pairs better? If 10 rooms is good, are 15 rooms better? If 1 cup of pasta is good, are two cups better? If one drink is good, is the whole bottle better?
I watch shows on TV where people are constantly having to buy bigger homes to house their increasing amounts of stuff. Are they better off? Do the kids really need a thousand toys? Do you need all the clothes that require a closet the size of the bedroom I shared with my sister growing up?
Do super sized portions really make us feel better than the old portion sizes did?
When did we go from wanting "Different and New" to "More of the Same?" Just because we CAN have it, does it mean we should?
Maybe it's a new disease. Alas, the cure is an inside job.
Friday, June 08, 2012
I guess this is a followup from my last blog, but I have to share my amazement at what I saw at Costco yesterday. There was a woman pushing a cart full of Costco sized snack foods......and Sensa. This poor woman evidently believes the ads, that you can eat anything your heart desires and lose weight as long as you sprinkle Sensa on it.
I guess desperate people will believe anything that makes a daunting job seem easy. It's like the woman I met decades ago who drank a can of Metrecal with every meal and was upset that she wasn't losing weight. (For you younger folks, Metrecal was a meal substitute like SlimFast.)
There is no substitute for eating less, for some, a LOT less. If there were a magic, easy solution, someone would have found it by now. And be a gazillionaire.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Yesterday I read in the paper about another study that found yet another gene that may cause an overweight person's difficulty in losing weight. I see overweight people walking through the grocery store piling their carts with snacks and frozen entrees, even healthy ones.
Yet I know that they eat more than I do. They may exercise more or order "lower calorie" items off a menu, but they are heavier than I am because they eat more.
I learned long ago that I have to eat less of everything and none of some things. It's tough sometimes, but that's what I have to do if I wanted to lose that weight and keep it off. I used to think that when I saw a thin person, that she had found the "secret", the foods that she could eat in large quantities or the perfect "fat-busting" exercise that would enable her to eat everything her heart desired whenever she wanted to. Alas, they simply eat less. Once I absorbed and accepted that, I was able to do the same. It isn't easy; as a matter of fact it's sometimes the hardest thing I do. But I eat less than they do every day, no days off.
In the end, the "secret" wasn't so secret after all.
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