Sunday, October 11, 2009
I figure we buy groceries about twice a week. I like having fresh produce, and frequent trips to the grocery store are a fact of life.
I guess there is probably NO training for grocery store employees when it comes to bagging, but I'm telling you, there should be!
Apparently, efficient bagging is a lost art. I don't remember this problem happening 10 or 15 years ago.
Come on, does it really take a lot of thought to know that you shouldn't slide a whole pie, on-end sideways, down into the bag? WTH.
And I bring my own bags. We have about 10 reusable grocery sacks, so we never come up short. The bags are sturdy, well constructed and waterproof. Tell me, what is the point of putting my dozen eggs into a small plastic grocery bag prior to putting them into MY plastic lined grocery bag? Is that supposed to cushion them? It definitely won't help if the eggs break; they'd still ooze out into my bag (which is why I use plastic-lined bags in the first place). What WOULD help is not sliding them on-end sideways into my bag, like you did the blueberry pie.
Who can't figure out that bread goes on TOP? I'll tell you who- the person bagging my groceries. And some of them ARE, in fact, old enough to know better. Help me out, folks. Try putting all the frozen foods in the same bag, at least.
Wouldn't it make more sense to lay my two milk cartons down flat at the bottom of the bag, rather than trying to stand them upright? When they're upright, they fall over as soon as I pick the bag up by the handles, creating a chain reaction inside the bag, in which all of the bags contents suddenly collapse inward and vie for the lowest point in the bag. Standing two tall cartons full of liquid upright, on opposite sides of the bag, is stupid. I have to assume the person bagging groceries in such a manner has never gotten home with such a bag and experienced the grocery chaos and carnage within such a bag: the cracked eggs, the bruised pears and plums, and the weeping milk cartons.
Going through the checkout line is always a cognitive workout, as I attempt to monitor the cashier (did he/she apply my coupon? did that item ring at the sale price?) the credit card machine, and the baggers simultaneously. If I'm LUCKY, all the baggers are busy, and I can quickly bag the stuff myself. Most of the time, I am literally racing to bag my groceries before one of the employees can "help" me.
I'm actually mindful enough to place the largest, heaviest items on the conveyor belt FIRST, so they can go into the bag first, and they'll be at the bottom where they belong. If I'm not able to bag my own groceries, there will be a delay for SURE as I know I will have to UNBAG and REBAG everything correctly, lest I suffer the consequences. The last thing I want is to have to return to the store with all the damaged/broken items... a hugely annoying inconvenience I've had to endure WAY TOO MANY times. Of course, this puts ME and everyone in line behind me in a foul mood. I'm sure it doesn't have a particularly positive effect on the store employees either.
I think I'm done now... thanks for listening.
Friday, October 09, 2009
The following appeared on the blog of Dr. Sari Locker, a psychologist specializing in relationships and sexuality:
"I thought it was unusual that Letterman’s own network’s news show wanted to explore this story as if it were a “sex scandal.” Letterman was not the president cheating on the first lady with an intern. He wasn’t caught with a prostitute like married politician Spitzer. Nor did he criminally have sex with a thirteen year old like filmmaker Polanski. This wasn’t even a scandal on the level of Jon cheating on Kate plus his eight children. All Letterman did was admit that he had sex with women at work. Not a crime. He was not married at the time (although he may have been cheating on his girlfriend who is now his wife). He only admitted to it because of an extortion case. None of the women involved complained, nor accused him of sexual harassment, nor have others from his company complained. This is not a sex scandal, and it is unfortunate that most media wants to treat it as if it is one."
I have to agree.
Letterman met his wife at work. She was a production manager on his show. Before than, he dated a writer for his show for many years.
Conan O’Brien also married someone he met on his show. Before that, he had a relationship with another woman who worked on his show.
Carson Daly’s girlfriend, the mother of his child, works on his show.
Geraldo Rivera is married to a producer on his show; and his previous wife was his executive assistant on the show he had at that time. His wife before that was (you guessed it) a producer working with him at ABC.
Montel Williams’ met his ex-wife when she was a guest on his show.
Maury Povich met his wife Connie Chung at WTTG-TV a local station in Washington, D.C., where she was an office assistant and he was the anchorman. They have been married for over 25 years.
While sex in the workplace may not always be a great idea, it is very, very common. Lettermans situation hardly qualifies as a scandal in my book.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
I always find it slightly counterintuitive when people on Spark tell eachother things like "don't beat yourself up", "love your body", and "don't get yourself down about things you can't control".
If I accepted myself and loved my body as it is (was), WHY would I be trying so hard to change it?
If you are obese, you should NOT accept your body, you should beat yourself up enough to put in some hard effort and regain your health!
If I hadn't been so self-accepting and delusional about how fit and sexy I was, I NEVER would have become as obese as I became. It wasn't until I became thoroughly DISGUSTED with myself that I made the radical changes necessary to fix the problem.
IMO, telling someone with life-threatening obesity to love themselves as they are does them no favors. Instead, we should tell them to love themselves enough to take control.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
you're in good company. Most of us do that at some point(s).
If you're like me, you kept asking yourself what the hell happened to that fire in your belly, that incredible drive that kept you on track and losing. It kind of dwindled. Old habits gradually creep in. Plateaus become gains.
September was when I recaptured that feeling that got me this far in the first place... I finally got my fire back this month. After talking with my doctor, and visiting my pharmacist (and my bathroom scale), I got back on track.
I exercised for 60 minutes on my elliptical every single day this month, except for ONE day, when I was on the road and at a conference. That is double the workout time I did previously. It was almost three weeks into the month before I got my eating under control, but I did it. This makes day 12.
Once again, I'm excited about weigh-ins; but there is more trepidation as well. More caution. I don't want to report losses on my ticker until I'm SURE they're not just water. I'm thinking double digits.
I still have a few pounds to go before I get back to where I *USED* to be. It is hardly fathomable that this time last year, I managed to get my weight down to 188 for a few brief days. Now, I dream about that number.... and once again, strive toward onederland.
So, the struggle continues. My focus for the remainder of 2009 is on two things only: regaining control of my health, and school. I'm am not advertising or seeking new clients this season, I'm only seeing established clients. This year was good to my business, but I learned a lesson: if I can't focus on what's important, I risk losing it. Nothing is more important than my health.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I'm frustrated as hell.
A little background: I've lost a lot of weight- over a hundred pounds. Like so many other morbidly obese people, it came off fast at first, then slowed down. Then, it kind of... stopped. For about a year. Then, my medical odyssey began.
My perimenopausal symptoms actually began before my massive weight loss, but the corresponding estrogen loss resulted in symptoms so severe, so completely debilitating, that I was unable to function. I lost anything close to normal sleep. After a few months, I was a zombie; so exhausted I couldn't make decisions or follow instructions, let alone think rationally. Many times, I was unable to leave the house.
I finally saw a doctor, during one of the on-again, off-again periods where I had insurance coverage. I began HRT. At this point, my weight was fluctuating wildly, but generally holding the line at around 200.
By this spring, my symptoms had much improved. I was able to sleep and able to work again- and work I did. Like a mule. The spring work season goes down as the most physically gruelling labor I have ever done. Finally, June rolled around, and work began to ebb. I resumed traveling, while I relaxed and nursed my badly damaged hands and wrists. School started again, and I enrolled as usual, even increasing my classload. I hardly noticed that I'd gained weight.
But I did- gradually, beginning in June. It was enough to get me to double my cardio. I seemed to have the problem stabilized in July, and my clothes started fitting better. Then, in August, something strange and loathsome happened: my appetite suddenly made a very sharp increase, and I gained a significant amount of weight in a very short time.
Back to the doctor.
"How are the hot flashes?" she asked. "Better, but lately they're starting to come back" I replied.
"We will have to run some tests. You know hormone therapy causes some women to gain weight?" Something about the way she looked at me told me that I was one of those women.
We talked some more, and it dawned on me that my hot flashes began increasing right at the same time my appetite did, and (sadly) my usually robust libido fell off a cliff.
Great. So what the hell do I do NOW?
I CAN'T quit my HRT. I absolutely cannot go back to that hellish place I was in before I started it. Likewise, I cannot go back to being 300 lbs. Right there in the doctors office, tears began to warm my eyes.
We'll see how the new prescriptions work out. Please pray that I have continual health insurance coverage.
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