Friday, February 29, 2008

Reading Lately?

Yesterday I finished reading Middlesex by Jeffery Eugenides. My copy has a Oprah's book club sticker on it, but I would have read it anyway. It was a great read, but not a great work of literature. It tells a several stories, one of the main character, Callie-Cal Stephanides, and the other of the Stephanies family, from their homeland in Turkey to Detroit, Michigan. The main character, Cal-Callie is a hermaphrodite, who starts life out as a girl, but ends the story as a man. Sometimes male authors are not convincing writing from the viewpoint of women, but Eugenides is successful, maybe because he narrates the story as a man. The main character, Cal becomes a man as a teenager, so he doesn't have to narrate as an adult woman. The two stories mesh together well, and the book certainly has holding power. I really wanted to finish it, so I could find out how the author ties all the stories together. He does a good job of this, which is why this is a good book. I highly recommend it.
Also recently read was The Nine by Jeffrey Toobin. Now this book as about as different from Middlesex as any book could be. First of all, it is nonfiction, and the subject is the United States Supreme Court. The author is partial to Sandra Day O'Connor, but it covers all the current justices as well as discussing the most important court cases and the issues before the court. It is a little gossipy, but perhaps that is the writing style of Toobin. I really enjoyed reading this book, since it covers the past 20 or so years, concentrating on the role of the court. Sometimes I find books on current affairs are a little boring, but this book certainly held my interest. If you are thinking of sitting out the election next November because you think your vote isn't important and doesn't count, read this book.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Letting Go

Recently I have been bothered about a relationship that has gone sour. Actually, it was more than sour, it was way past its expiration date, and I overlooked its curdled edges and acrid smell. It was a long standing relationship, but one that had little or no recent contact--and by that I mean several years.
So, how does a person let go gracefully? Sometimes, and I guess I was hoping that I could go this route, it just fades into an occasionally phone call and a holiday card. The semblance is still there, the possibility of restoring it to its former self is still possible. Unfortunately, this possibility was not an option for me, even though I was hoping it would be. The relationship ended with a series of nasty e mails, sent in shock and anger. It was on my part an example of no good intention going unpunished. I don't want to go into details, because that is not the purpose of this post.
My concern is after forgiving, how does one forget and move on? In today's New York Times, I read an article about closing doors. In some ways, the scales fell off my eyes, and I felt a sense of relief, which doesn't happen too often when I read newspaper essays. In essence, the article says that closing a door is the only option available in order to move forward. I have closed that door, and am not looking back.

Monday, February 25, 2008

And yet another snowstorm

Of course, it will be snowing tomorrow, it's Tuesday! and I have to drive to Oakton. It will take me an hour to get there, so that means leaving at 8am for my class at 9:30. This storm prediction has been on the boards for 3 days now, and the precipitation arrived right on time. It is supposed to start to snow around 6, snow all night and continue tomorrow, leaving 4-7 inches.
Well, my weight loss is in the right direction--down, but not as much as last week. I am happy with a loss. I don't have far to go.
The weather was great yesterday, so I filled all my feeders. The birds will have a lot to eat when this snowstorm is finished. I have read that March is the hardest month for birds. The local birds will be well fed on Elmwood Ave.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Eclipse

Last night I watched a full eclipse of the moon. It took about 2 hours, and every phase was beautiful. I'm glad I had the chance to witness this.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I'm a weather sensitive person

I've been aware that many of my blogs relate to the weather I am enjoying or enduring at the moment. For instance today. Even though it is cold, the sun is shining, the sky is blue and full of fluffy clouds. The dog is sliding on the icy sidewalks, but still enjoying her stroll. I feel pretty good.
So, I had a good class at Oakton today, not too much in the way of work, but several activities to keep the students from falling asleep.
Driving on Gross Pointe Road is an excercise in pothole avoidance. It makes me nervous, because I don't want to get another flat. Even so, I am in a good mood.
So, I am thinking about loss. I lost my mother at the end of October. I lost 38 pounds over the past year and a half. I lost three weight watcher charms from my charm holder. In order of importance, the first is the most devastating, the third is the least.
The loss of a relationship, whether by death or by a slow fade away is something that I am thinking about a lot recently. In some ways, my mother's death was a slow fade-away, as she became sicker, our relationship changed, and methods of communications changed too. I spent more and more time with her, and had less and less communication. I knew that she wasn't doing well, so I sat next to her and held her hand or watched TV with her. It is ironic, that is what my brother did also, but he came at a different time, and they watched a different quiz show together.
I miss my mother in many ways. There are a lot of things that I want to discuss with her--a new piece of clothing, a person I saw recently, a conversation with a mutual friend. At times I miss her so much, for instance in Tag's bakery just before Christmas. I am still waiting for the huge emotional hit, like being overwhelmed with it. That hasn't happened to me yet. Maybe a lot of little hits will add up to the big one. Maybe not.

I have copied an article from this week's Weight Watcher on line. It is about the diet Twighlight zone--a place I have been to many times.

The first time I became aware of the phenomenon known as "the twilight zone," I was a young, inexperienced Leader. One of my members approached me after a meeting, frustrated by her rate of weight loss. I asked her if there was anything she could pinpoint as a challenge or roadblock. She sheepishly admitted that immediately following the meeting each week, she indulged in a "free period" where, until the next morning, she would eat anything she wanted; she believed her POINTS® values didn't "reset" until then.
Her argument was that her week ended when she weighed in. The time between stepping on the scale and the next morning didn't really "count." Plus, she had all week to make up for the indulgence, she rationalized. I soon realized that she was not alone; many members were doing the same thing.
The truth is that the week doesn't end at your weekly weigh-in. As the program is written, you follow the program—and consume your allotted POINTS values—the full seven days of the week, not six and a half. The Number One reason for plateaus is relaxed adherence to the program. So if you're experiencing a plateau or are unhappy with your rate of weight loss, investigate how often you find yourself in the twilight zone.
The twilight zone is a time during which a member chooses not to count their POINTS values or eat Core foods, and instead indulges with reckless abandon in foods that they otherwise might carefully portion control. Sometimes the vacation from counting POINTS values is not just between weigh-in and the next morning, but extends to certain holidays, holy days, and full-moon nights.
On certain "magical" days in my meetings, I will hear rumblings of it. No one really wants to speak of it out loud because admitting it might mean having to give it up. While there seems to be a payoff in indulging, it can stall or even undermine getting to your loss-goal weight .
So, why jeopardize your success? According to Maria Walls, Senior Manager Program Development, the twilight zone may originate from too much restriction and deprivation. "Having been 'good' all week could possibly make you feel like you need to reward yourself before you gear back up again for the remainder of the week."
I must confess that I've experienced my fair share of twilight-zone moments. But five years into the program, my main goal is to incorporate everything I love into my plan, so that I never feel the need to "check out." There's not an overnight cure, but attending meetings, watching my emotional responses and focusing on my true goals have made them happen less and less frequently. I try to remind myself: "If I always do what I always did, I will always get what I always got."
Tips to avoid the twilight zone
Reread program materials to keep the details fresh.
Write down your Winning Outcome so that you are in touch with your goals and reasons for following the program.
Slowly incorporate foods that you deem as "bad" into your daily routine by carefully planning for and counting them.
Take a baby step. This week record everything that you ate during the twilight zone without assigning POINTS values to the indulgence. This small step can evolve into full awareness in just a couple of weeks. After a week or two, assign the POINTS values, and eventually try to portion control and track.
When you feel the urge to "check out," rely on an anchor (a strongly connected object, like a piece of clothing that you would like to fit into) that will remind you of your true goals.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Good Morning

Monday again. More snow, wind and ice everywhere. The rain from the past few days is not a glaze of ice on the sidewalks, so walkers beware.
I checked in at my Weight Watchers meeting, just to weigh in. I lost 1.2 pounds, just from being sick. I still am sick, maybe now I have a head cold. So, I'm going to sit in the chair and watch TV until I feel better.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

A not so good week

Fortunately, this week is almost over. Monday, I had an accident. Wednesday, I went to Sandy's visitation, Thursday, there were the horrible shootings at NIU, and on the way home from Oakton, I hit a pot hole and got a flat. To top it off, I now have some kind of rhinovirus. Tonight, the weather forecast predicts rain turning to snow, accumulating up to an inch.
On the positive side, the sun is shining today. My husband, who has been sick for weeks, is finally feeling better.
I have a small annoyance--people who send e mails written like text messages, especially when they are sent for business purposes. Occaisionally I get these from students. These folks don't use punctuation or capital letters. Their spelling is creative, their ideas are truncated, and deciphering the message is like solving a puzzle. Am I asking too much when I expect standard English, or am I just getting old?

Monday, February 11, 2008

A not so good day

Maybe it should be the horrible, very bad day, but it's not over yet.
First the bad--I got a ticket for hitting a car in a parking lot--very little damage, but still a ticket, and it cost me $75.00 to get my license out of hock.
Then I had to drive my husband to the doctor because he was to sick to drive himself. He hasn't been feeling well for several weeks, and the past week he has been really sick. So, now the doctor thinks that he has pertussis. So, he prescribed yet another inhaler and some other medication. At least, he gave up on the asthma type diagnosis. Then I had to drive my husband to another office to get an x-ray. Now he is at home, resting comfortably in front of the TV.
I certainly hope that this latest round of medicine will send him on the road to recovery, since he hasn't been himself for a while.
Now for the good. My weigh-in was good and I am down again. When I went to pick up my husband's medication, I studied the candy rack, and happily found some sugar-free life-savers.
Yesterday's big yoga class was also interesting. The teacher is a swami, which she really couldn't define. She is a small blonde lady, with a perky voice and demenour. She is good, but the regular teacher, her protegee, is also very good, and gives more explanation, which I like. I guess when you teach yoga teachers at an ashram, they come from a different place, and don't need as much instruction. I was a good experience, and for me, my experience with a swami.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

More about Sandy

Sandy passed away yesterday. She was 48 years old. If the past day I have learned that there is a congenital heart condition in her family, and she was the 4th woman in the family to die from it. I also learned that she had a living will, which her family honored, thus no feeding tube. She also had no brain activity while she was on the respirator. It is just so sad. She is the last person that I expected to die young.
On another subject, I am going to a huge yoga class today. A visiting big yoga honcho is in town from Colorado to conduct several classes at the gym. I am really looking forward to it.
It is very cold today. Alma wasn't very interested in staying out for long. Her coat kept her warm, but I'm sure that her paws were too cold. More snow is expecte next week.

Friday, February 08, 2008

A Little about Sandy

Sandy is my former work-mate. We taught together at Nichols School for 25 years. She worked in the room below me and before that, in the room next door. We had work in common, and sometimes family things too. Although she was quuite a bit younger than I, we had young families at about the same time. She taught math, I taught social studies to the same students. We had the same problems, the same rants and raves. I didn't see her as much after I retired, but we chatted when I was working part-time at Nichols, and she was one of the mentor teachers last year, so I saw her from time to time.
About two weeks ago, Sandy collapsed at school. Her heart stopped, and it took several tries by the paramedics to get it going again. She is about 12 years younger than I, so this is even more of a shock to me. She always seemed to be in good health, she had a lot of energy and a positive attitude towards life. Now she is in the hospital, unresponsive for the past two weeks.
Every night for the past week, another teacher sendt out updates on Sandy's condition, and there isn't much change. Yesterday, the update said that her family decided to disconect the life support. I guess I always thought that she would eventually recover. She had a vibrant, happy life. She had three sons in high school. She married her high school sweetheart. She appeared to have everything. Now she is unresponsive in the hospital. What more can I say.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

And yet another snowstorm

Yes, another snowstorm, one that was predicted for days in advance, and then didn't live up to the hype. It was predicted to start at 6pm yesterday, snow all night and continue today, with an accumulation of 12 inches. So, when I checked this morning, there wasn't much more that what there was last night when I got home from Oakton. So, I thought, a reprieve.
No, not really. In a few minutes, the snow started up and has continued all day. It is fine, but it just keeps coming. It is landing on several inches of slush, so when it freezes, there will be a layer of invisible ice.
With that in mind, I decided to go to the gym. Last week I cancelled my personal training because of the snow storm. I wasn't excited about driving, since it took me an hour to get to Oakton the night before. This week, I thought I should get to the gym before the snow got bad. I was lucky because my trainer had a cancellation, and I got an hour of her time. I am not going to the gym enough, and and making choices like shoveling snow or the gym may not be serving me well.
I am happy, yesterday, both my classes went well. Everybody showed up to 092, and my plans for classes both worked. I hope that I have resolved my computer issues for tomorrow's lab. If the snow is under control, hopefully everybody will come to class.
Tonight is Project Runway. I'm enjoying it more and more. It's so much more interesting that American Idol.