Everything's Relative, and Relatively Speaking, I'm Doing Dandy
2013-04-21 (Last Updated 2013-04-21, v4)
Dr Seuss' Green Eggs & Ham is an icon in sales classes, in many corporations. The "logic" goes 'Sam can sell green eggs and ham despite the obvious shortcomings of his product, and his customer's disinclination to try the product!' He does so by (a) extolling its virtues (such as they are), (b) being persistent, (c) being cheerful, and (d) not taking no for an answer.
While green eggs and ham may not be your cup of tea, or mine, there are worse things than eating food (that is safe) that you don't like to eat. I was reminded of this relativism, this morning.
The morning started out great. My morning abs and stretching exercises went well. I had seemed to have recovered from the aching in my back that has plagued me the last few days. Then, I got on the scale, and found that I had lost well over 2 pounds which put me almost on track to averaging 1 pound a week since I joined SP -- which was the goal that SP assigned me, and NOT one I would have picked for myself. (My personal belief is that SP overemphasizes short-term goals.) MY only goal has been to lose weight every week, while consistently staying on program. (On SP, for me, the ultimate arbiter of "staying on program" is the calorie differential across time.)
So, I was elated when I stepped on my treadmill to do my morning walk. Then, "things headed south!" I couldn't get the speed up over 1.1 MPH, without my lower back/hips aching, and the longer I walked, the worse they ached. As I walked (grimly), I watched TV, as I always do. Usually, I watch dramas and comedies I have prerecorded. This morning I decided to watch the news. Most of the news channels are from Boston, or cater to people who live in New Hampshire, and work in Boston. Southern NH (which has about 2/3rds of NH population) is largely a small (by Midwest and West standards) suburb of Boston. ("Boston" itself is a relatively small city, but Metro Boston is generally regarded as Eastern MA, which is also where the bulk of the MA population resides.)
Anyway, the news was filled with stories and individuals' self-proclaimed defiance of the threats the Marathon or any future terrorists have/would impose/d. All I could think of while all this exuberance was being displayed, was (a) how the families of those who had lost loved ones felt, and (b) how Frank Bauman, a 27 year-old man who lost both legs feels about the threat. When I was 27, I had a stroke (symptomatic but undiagnosed at the time because of the lack of MRI technology). While that was a setback, I went on, within a year, to playing basketball, racquetball, handball, and running. Many, or all those activities may be out of the question for Mr. Bauman.
Between the pain in my back, and the depressing message that I was getting from the TV, I bagged my morning walk after 14.5 minutes.
This afternoon, however, I had a good ride on the stationary recumbent, and did over a half hour each of abs, and stretching.
All in all I'm dandy.
But ... I'll still pass on the green eggs and ham.