Monday, May 17, 2010
The big important report I have been stressing about since February is DONE and an enormous weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It ended up being only 18 pages in length, which is far less than I thought I'd have to write.
I also thought I was ready to mail it yesterday. After proofing it countless times, I printed off three copies, and had them professionally bound. They came out beautifully.
As I lay in bed admiring my work, reading the report once more, I discovered an error. I'd failed to list one of my sources in my bibliography. My heart sank. The report was bound, and there was no un-bind it, add papers, or remove papers. If I wanted to correct the mistake, I'd have to reprint all three reports and have them bound again. There was no way around it. Knowing how long it would take to print all 54 pages over (some have color), I got up and went to my desk.
Not only was I determined to correct my omission, but I quickly decided that one of my recommendations needed further clarification. I added another paragraph to my discussion supporting it. This, in turn, required me to locate the research I knew existed (somewhere), and led me to cite two more publications in order to document how I arrived at my conclusions. Finally, I decided to add one more term to my glossary. My correction swelled from one page to four. I fell asleep still obsessing about my report and my deadline, now only two days away.
I woke up early to get to Staples and have the reports bound. While there, I noticed that Staples is an authorized UPS location, so I instructed the clerk to overnight them to headquarters for me, saving me another trip. I felt relieved walking out into the cold rain. It was finally done.
Sitting in front of my computer screen an hour later, I noticed another error.
This one was very small, having to do with boldface font. I let it go.
The fact is, there are many ways I could have pushed it to the wire, and I could have improved my report. But I decided it was already good enough in all the ways I could have tweaked it. The one way I'm NOT sure about, I don't know how to do any better. So I sent it off... and let my mind relax.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
I've always heard that you shouldn't lose more than 2 lbs per week, because that is a "safe" rate of weight loss.
Since I began this journey, I have wondered what exactly are the dangers of losing weight faster. I have spent a lot of time trying to find the origins of the '2 lb-per-week' mantra. I've searched for solid scientific research on this subject, and I have been unsuccessful in locating it.
When I ask people about the dangers of fast weight loss, the only explanations I have heard are:
1. you'll regain it (and then some), and
2. you'll have (more) loose skin, and finally
3. you'll lose muscle mass.
Okay. Well, let's think about those three things.
None of those three things are DIRECTLY CAUSED by the speed of loss, and none of them are any more dangerous than being obese in the first place.
All the evidence I found showed that people are very likely to regain weight they lose, regardless of how fast they lost it. And loose skin varies from individual to individual; the more weight that is lost, the more likely it is that the individual will have loose skin. I found all kinds of articles about how to lose fat while preserving muscle mass (bodybuilders do it all the time), so that one quickly fell by the wayside.
So far, I can't find ANY evidence proving that it is dangerous to lose weight faster than 2 lbs per week, OR any valid reason to say it is any "safer" to limit the speed of weight loss.
Then today, I saw this:
"(Researchers) found that there were long-term advantages to fast weight loss. Fast weight losers lost more weight overall, maintained their weight loss for longer, and were not more likely to put weight back on than the more gradual weight losers.
In particular, women in the FAST group were FIVE TIMES MORE LIKELY to achieve clinically significant weight loss than those in the SLOW group, and those in the MODERATE group were nearly THREE TIMES MORE LIKELY to achieve this milestone than women in the SLOW group."
I'm looking forward to more research.
Saturday, May 08, 2010
If you've are reading this, you have the honor of copying all these goofy questions and writing your own responses! Paste these instructions in the body of your blog.
A - Age: *
B - Bed size: king
C - Chore you hate: taking comforters to a laundrymat because they won't fit in my washer.
D - Dog's name: *
E - Essential start your day item: coffee
F - Favorite color: green
G - Gold or Silver: gold
H - Height: *
I - Instruments you play: *
J - Job title: Consulting Arborist
K - Kid(s): Never!
L - Living arrangements: *
M - Mom's name: *
N – Nickname(s): NB
O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: n/a
P - Pet Peeve: stupidity
Q - Quote from a movie: Man to woman-"Let's get nipple to nipple." Woman to man-"I can do that without you." (Roadhouse)
R - Right or left handed: right
S - Siblings: *
T - Time you wake up: varies
U- First word that comes to your mind for "U": umbrella
V - Vegetable you dislike: artichokes
W - Ways you run late: underestimating how long it takes to get there
X - X-rays you've had: many
Y - Yummy food you make: ice cream
Z - Zoo favorite: the landscape architecture
*personal details omitted
Friday, April 30, 2010
Okay Survivor fans, answer this question:
Does anyone else think that Amanda (and Colby too) are total DUMBAZZES?
Amanda had the clue IN HER HANDS- and she SURRENDERED it!!!
WTH, because COLBY told her to? Since when does HE even get a vote?
All three of the people in that room are complete MORONS.
I think this was the most appalling example of how the women this season are completely ruled by the men.
My play-by-play analysis:
1. Amanda finds clue on floor where Danielle has STUPIDLY dropped it.
2. Amanda and Danielle start wrestling for possession, but Danielle is unable to overpower Amanda.
3. Danielle WHINES LIKE A 4-YEAR-OLD for Colby to settle the matter!!!!!!
OMFG!!! Really? Danielle, you made a STUPID mistake by tossing the clue on the floor, and you subsequently lost possession of it, and you were physically unable to get it back, so you ask the MALE to help you? Because his genitals qualify him to make the final judgement in a situation he has NO PART OF??? Or because you wanted HIM to physically overpower her??
The, something even more appalling happens- like an adult intervening in a childrens squabble, Colby tells Amanda to GIVE IT BACK to Danielle! I KID YOU NOT!
Now you're probably thinking that at this point, Amanda would bust out laughing and say something along the lines of "This is between me and Danielle, you flaming idiot. You don't get a vote just because you showed up with a p@nis. And in case you forgot- WE'RE TRYING TO DEFEAT THIS PERSON."
If Danielle were smart she would have concealed the clue- like placing it between her oversized breast implants. And if Amanda were smart, she would have made a point of stuffing it into a body cavity immediately instead of apologetically explaining to Danielle why she wanted to keep it. If Colby were smart, he would have said "Shut up, Danielle. I can't hear the TV. Do I look like your da-da?"
I was almost screaming in disbelief. My spouse had to increase the volume to hear the dialog over my outrage.
I completely DON'T GET why these airheaded women constantly defer to the men- AT ALL. Every week, they surrender all their decisions and all their power. WHY????
And I really hate to say this- but I see it happen IRL as well. What is wrong with these women??
I hope Sandra can last among those DUNCES.
Monday, April 26, 2010
April is normally a busy month, and this has been no exception, in spite of the terrible insomnia. There were four tree planting ceremonies at elementary schools, a mulching project with a neighborhood group, a major alley cleanup and flower planting, and of course, Historic Garden Week in Virginia. I did 'em all.
Most importantly, I finally, FINALLY found homes for those four trees that have languished in my backyard for the past 3 years. The roadblocks at City Hall crumbled, and this week I have planted three of the four. The last one will have to wait, until my fingers grow a new layer of skin.
The weather has been so gorgeous. The gardens tours were downright inspiring. I began spring cleaning of my own garden, raking up winter's debris, pulling up weeds, and taking stock of just how many sad potted plants were living in my backyard, waiting for permanent homes... and I got an idea. If I could donate four deciduous trees, I could donate the two evergreens. And furthermore, I could donate the shrubs I didn't want. And it also occurred to me that I could create a complete urban garden where there is now an unsightly weed-and-trash strewn lot, and I could do it under the City's "Adopt a Spot" program. What a brainstorm! Next month, when my looming paperwork deadlines have passed, I will visit the site, take photographs and measurements, and draw out a design plan. I've decided to fill out the application in the name of our new neighborhood garden club- which doesn't YET exist.
Until then, wish me sleep.
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