Monday, February 08, 2010
Warning: this is more about football than weight loss.
As I mentioned the other day, I've been a Saints fan longer than a lot of SparkPeople have been alive, through all those years of paper bags on the head and generally being a laughingstock. Last night went beyond vindication. I cried. (Okay, I cried when The Who played, too - no lip synching for those guys and they still sound amazing.) Brees crying, holding his son - that was the real deal. I think Peyton Manning had an off game because he felt that hand of Fate, too. The Saints, more than any other team, I think, play for their city. God knows Louisiana has suffered, but last night might help the rebuilding just a bit. Lesson one: you can't fake some things - the genuine article is soul deep. Emotion and togetherness is a good thing.
I grew up in Philadelphia...well, yeah, sure I love the Eagles, although they have that chronic disease called fumble-itis. And they have a tendency to blame the quarterback, even though it's damned hard to throw the ball while lying on your back. I've got to hand it to the Eagles fans though - when the team took on Michael Vick, the word across the football boards was that the city would reject him completely and probably pelt him with unspeakable stuff the mionute he came out onto the field. Those sportswriters have obviously never spent much time in Philly, because, honestly, they'd embrace the devil himself if he could drop a long ball right on the numbers. Boo your own guys, sure - throw snowballs at Santa Claus, hey, why not? But let Michael Vick put his past behind him, and let's see what he can do. Lesson two: "Like my buddy Timon says, you've gotta put your behind in your past."
Bill Cowher is a relative, and when the Steelers won the Super Bowl in Detroit, it was a fine, *fine* moment for Cowhers everywhere. My second daughter lives in the 'burgh, and it's a wonderful city. Very alive and vibrant. The residents love their sports teams (granted, it's easier when the teams are doing well...) and being downtown for a game is worth the traffic debacle. The population of the city is amazingly young - I'm not sure of the exact demographics, and I'm too lazy to look it up, but as I recall the downtown population is something like 75% under 40. Lots of colleges and an urban redevelopment plan that's working to draw in young professionals, and a thriving and exciting climate for the arts. Lesson three: don't rule things out because you think you're "too old for that stuff" or it's too much bother. You might just have fun. If you look silly, well, there are worse fates.
One last football acknowledgment: the New York Jets. They took the national anthem (which remains The Star Spangled Banner, despite Ray Charles' and my own attempts to get it changed to America The Beautiful...but we'll talk about that another day) and changed it a little, so it went, "...O'er the land of the freeee - and the home of the JETS!" Lesson four: it really doesn't do any harm to have a little fun with elite people and sacred institutions. As many wiser than I have noted, "F*** 'em if they can't take a joke."
But maybe that's why Mum remains an anarchist.
Friday, February 05, 2010
I don't know about you all, but even though I don't work outside the house anymore, I still find it much easier to stick with The Plan during the work week. Weekends, even with the best of intentions (and we all know right where that pavement leads) it's tougher. This weekend, with my beloved Saints in the Super Bowl, it's going to take one hell of a lot of planning not to slip.
(SIDE NOTE: I've been a Saints fan a long, LONG time. Before the famous "Playoffs? PLAYOFFS? Mora days, back to the bag-on-the-head times. Including the days of speculation about voodoo curses, Cajun quarterbacks and a host of other ... memories. All of you Johnny-come-latelys are welcome aboard, but you'll have to forgive those of us who wonder, just a little, if perhaps this is a sign that the end of the world is at hand...)
Anyway... where were we? Ah, yes. Planning for the weekend. Keep reciting "Failure to plan = planning to fail." I never used to believe that and refused to spend the time necessary to plan, shop, and prepare - I had so many other important things to do! Yeah, right. But fitness won't fit in my day unless I make it its own special little spot, and it seems healthy food is only convenient if I prepare it and stash it in the refrig where I can get it easily.
I have one of those PlannerPad thingees that breaks the day up into hour slots, with note space and places for daily, weekly and monthly goals, and this is really helping me get a handle on not just my diet but my life in general. I had no idea how much extra time there was, tucked in here and there in my day, until I started to block it out. Now I have time to meditate, to clean up (yeah, well, it can't all be good news), to read without guilt, and to play around with new art and ideas, like SoulCollage.
So right now, I think I'll start to lay out the weekend on paper, including searching in the SP recipes for some healthy Super Bowl snacking ideas.
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, February 04, 2010
My husband is dealing with some serious health challenges, and since we'd pretty much played out what the medical community had to offer, decided to try some alternative therapies. Thanks to a suggestion from someone I met here on SparkPeople, he started receiving acupuncture and has been making real improvement. (Thank you, Victoria!) His acupuncturist is also certified in Chinese medicine and herbs (with something like 3200 hours training, some of it in China) and he was interested in trying that as well.
Misha Cohen is to the world of Chinese medicine in the US (particularly as pertains to hepatic problems) what, I dunno ... Dr. Phil is to the world of talk therapy. On a whim, the acupuncturist called Dr. Cohen, got through (a feat in itself), discovered that she would be interested in handling John's case and had a cancellation *next week*. We don't even have to go to San Francisco, thanks to fax machines, digital photography and tele-conferencing.
Sometimes the hand of God is subtle, and sometimes S/he really grabs you by the collar and sets you on your path.
Stay tuned for updates, and keep your fingers crossed!
Monday, February 01, 2010
when I agreed to do this Lose Ten Pounds in a Month! :D thing. Especially a month that is two or three days shorter than normal? Oy.
It's two degrees out. Fahrenheit. Don't I need my extra.. insulation? *sigh*
New week. New month. New start. All that positive thinking stuff. Yep, I'll get right on that.
*ten minutes pass while Cat and I watch the snow fall outside*
Okay, I guess I'm as ready as I'm going get. Now where's my other running shoe... ?
Moral of the story: doing it anyway.
Friday, January 22, 2010
I've tried so many times in my life to get up in the morning and just flat out be someone different - no bad habits or tired old vices, totally positive outlook, etc., etc - and it has never worked. Not one time (well, maybe for five minutes in 1973 - but a lot of things worked in 1973 that don't seem to any longer...)
So this time (to borrow a phrase, "I Swear To God, This Is The Last Effin Time Iím Going To Fool With This Crap" katrinarasbold.com/fat/ ) I'm going to try to do things, change things, a little at a time. Maybe if my Internal Overseer doesn't notice, I won't have to deal with her apparently inevitable rebellion.
Last night I didn't go so far as to skip the pre-dinner cocktail (I know Cosmopolitans are out of fashion, but I do so love them... especially in the tub while the snow falls outside) or my post-dinner pre-bed sherry, but I did limit myself to one cocktail and one small sherry. And dinner was baked turkey (no skin, no fat), brown rice (a little butter and salt on mine) and fruit salad - and no dessert for me. So that's an improvement, anyway, over my usual two cocktails/large sherry and dinner of less-healthy choices.
And I lugged John's queen-sized box spring and bed frame downstairs and assembled it all in the downstairs bedroom myself instead of waiting for The Men to do it - hey, it's not a 5K, but at least I wasn't just sitting around reading and stuffing my face.
And this morning I actually printed out the SparkPeople pledge card - laminated those pups, even - and stuck one on the refrigerator, one in my wallet, and one right here on my laptop.
I figure that since I'd applaud those changes if someone else made them, I can count them in my own favor as well.
Baby steps, baby.
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