So I was going to do a post about my trainer and how she's given me an ultimatum to get rid of my big, baggy exercise t-shirts. I have until April. Anyway. I was going to do pictures and show you guys how awful it'll be without the nice baggy shirts.
But then I took the pictures.
First, let me say I have no freaking clue why the pics are so damned fuzzy. I think it's something to do with the program I use of the computer. I'm getting a new computer just as soon as my nerd Dad finds one for me. I'm switching to a desktop. Anyway. I'm doing everything the instructions tell me but since I switched to Linux Mint and the F-Pimp or whatever the programs called, my pics are all fuzzy!
Moving on.
So this is the pic of what I wear to the gym right now. Big, right?
And this is a t-shirt that fits.
But here's the kicker. This one's of me in the exercise top that my trainer wants me to wear. Oh my god, people. I look like a real girl! (Ignore the roll looking thing at my waist. It's not a roll. I have the top pulled down over the top of my exercise pants so it looks a little funny.)
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Milestone Reached!
-60 lbs
FINALLY! I've been losing in inches, which is all well and good and I know that it's progress. But seeing it in pounds on the scale? That gives a really tangible sense of accomplishment.
So, yeah. I hit 60 lbs last night. I can lift the whole stack of weights on several of the machines, I'm probably going to take my trainers head off with the medicine ball she makes me chuck at her while I'm doing crunches, I can do 30 min on the treadmill at 3.8 which I don't know what that translates into in mph or anything, but it's faster than I used to be able to do and I alternate 5 min flat and 5 min at an incline of 5. Again, I don't know what that incline translates into. But it's good! And I haven't broken anything in quite a while. I'm just not using that bike that has it out for me.
FINALLY! I've been losing in inches, which is all well and good and I know that it's progress. But seeing it in pounds on the scale? That gives a really tangible sense of accomplishment.
So, yeah. I hit 60 lbs last night. I can lift the whole stack of weights on several of the machines, I'm probably going to take my trainers head off with the medicine ball she makes me chuck at her while I'm doing crunches, I can do 30 min on the treadmill at 3.8 which I don't know what that translates into in mph or anything, but it's faster than I used to be able to do and I alternate 5 min flat and 5 min at an incline of 5. Again, I don't know what that incline translates into. But it's good! And I haven't broken anything in quite a while. I'm just not using that bike that has it out for me.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
CLEARLY this is not my fault
I broke the bike at the gym again. The same bike, the same part - the pedal. They *just* fixed the pedal I broke the last time, and this time it was the replacement for the pedal I broke at the beginning of the year.
Since I can use *every other* piece of equipment at the gym with no problem, including all three of the other recumbent bikes I have decided that the problem is not me.
Since I can use *every other* piece of equipment at the gym with no problem, including all three of the other recumbent bikes I have decided that the problem is not me.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Islam/Muslim Spotting - 3 random things from last week
It's weird. I was with my trainer on Wednesday and she was commenting on how much nicer I looked in clothes that fit and weren't...and I supplied the word 'tents'. We giggled, and then I was telling her about my abaya which I use as a robe and how it really is kind of a tent and I have no shape at all in it. So of course she wanted to know why I had a robe like that, which led to the explanation of what an abaya is, etc. And then she was telling me how bad she felt for 'those women' and how oppressed they are. *headdesk*
In between sweating and grunting as I lifted weights, etc. I tried to explain that not all Muslim women are oppressed any more than all Western women are 'free'. Men can be assholes no matter what part of the world they live in, and societal oppression comes in many forms. But her entire impression of Muslims comes from the media (which just *loves* them, don't you know!) and her one daughter's room mate who is dating a 'Muslim' man. I say 'Muslim' in quotes because though he claims to be Muslim, his actions prove otherwise. He's apparently terribly nasty to her, bordering on abusive, and from what's been described to be he's a Muslim in name only. So that was fun, I spent 45 minutes off and on explaining Islam (to the best of my ability) and defending Muslims as they are not all douchebags anymore than any other religious group. No group is a monolith, okay? There are good and bad people contained under any 'label'.
And on another note:
I watch NCIS:LA. Look, I like Chris O'Donnell, okay? I've forgiven him for the horror that was the Schumacher Batman movies and their psychedelic mess, and I still like him. Got it? Anyway. This last episode involved a Muslim man who was under suspicion for murder. Two of the investigators go to his house to try and find a murder weapon and *whoop* all of a sudden his wife comes from a back room. First, do these people not check the house for occupants before they start poking through drawers? If she'd been a bad guy she could have killed them or escaped or something. Dummies. But that's not the point. When she came out she was wearing hijab. The worlds *weirdest* hijab - she honestly looked more like a nun than anything else. It was all black and white - a white dress shirt with like a black over shirt, and the head scarf wasn't wrapped around her front but was left to hang loose flaring over her shoulders, etc. so it left her throat bare. Odd. But whatever.
The thing that bugged me was the female investigator called one of her team mates who was questioning the husband and informed him that the man was definitely 'devout' and some other words I don't recall, because he had a Qur'an, prayer rugs, and his wife wore hijab. The last one about made me spit out my drink, actually. *He* is devout because *she* wears hijab. I mean, I get that there are some men out there who force (through insistence or whatever, not necessarily abuse or anything) their wives to wear hijab and it's my understanding that they're in the wrong according to Islam. But she just assumed and implied by her words that the wife was merely an extension of the husbands religion and will. That's a very large assumption to make. Having *just* run into the women, *jump* 'she's only wearing it because he wants her to.' No proof, no nothing. Assumption. I found that very irritating.
And, my third random thing: I was at Wal-Mart early in the week picking up some stuff with my mother and we were in the automotive section to pick up the car (we'd left it to get an oil change while we shopped.) And in walks this lovely older woman in a bright red hijab/abaya (it wasn't actually an abaya but I don't know what to call it. It was obviously on over her clothes, like an abaya but it only covered down to her knees - kind of like a large khimar, but she was also wearing a matching scarf for her head/chest, so it wasn't just a really big khimar but something else) set. It had some small pattern on it that I couldn't quite make out, but she was lovely and very happy looking! She was probably grandma age, so her 70s? But a very spry little lady - she was outpacing the younger man who was with her (I'm assuming he was either a younger son or maybe an older grandson). Very cute! (The grandma, not the guy.) And I found myself grinning like a loon at her. :) If she saw me she probably thought I was a little nuts, but whatever. The sight of hijabis in their 'natural habitat' still makes me irrationally happy.
In between sweating and grunting as I lifted weights, etc. I tried to explain that not all Muslim women are oppressed any more than all Western women are 'free'. Men can be assholes no matter what part of the world they live in, and societal oppression comes in many forms. But her entire impression of Muslims comes from the media (which just *loves* them, don't you know!) and her one daughter's room mate who is dating a 'Muslim' man. I say 'Muslim' in quotes because though he claims to be Muslim, his actions prove otherwise. He's apparently terribly nasty to her, bordering on abusive, and from what's been described to be he's a Muslim in name only. So that was fun, I spent 45 minutes off and on explaining Islam (to the best of my ability) and defending Muslims as they are not all douchebags anymore than any other religious group. No group is a monolith, okay? There are good and bad people contained under any 'label'.
And on another note:
I watch NCIS:LA. Look, I like Chris O'Donnell, okay? I've forgiven him for the horror that was the Schumacher Batman movies and their psychedelic mess, and I still like him. Got it? Anyway. This last episode involved a Muslim man who was under suspicion for murder. Two of the investigators go to his house to try and find a murder weapon and *whoop* all of a sudden his wife comes from a back room. First, do these people not check the house for occupants before they start poking through drawers? If she'd been a bad guy she could have killed them or escaped or something. Dummies. But that's not the point. When she came out she was wearing hijab. The worlds *weirdest* hijab - she honestly looked more like a nun than anything else. It was all black and white - a white dress shirt with like a black over shirt, and the head scarf wasn't wrapped around her front but was left to hang loose flaring over her shoulders, etc. so it left her throat bare. Odd. But whatever.
The thing that bugged me was the female investigator called one of her team mates who was questioning the husband and informed him that the man was definitely 'devout' and some other words I don't recall, because he had a Qur'an, prayer rugs, and his wife wore hijab. The last one about made me spit out my drink, actually. *He* is devout because *she* wears hijab. I mean, I get that there are some men out there who force (through insistence or whatever, not necessarily abuse or anything) their wives to wear hijab and it's my understanding that they're in the wrong according to Islam. But she just assumed and implied by her words that the wife was merely an extension of the husbands religion and will. That's a very large assumption to make. Having *just* run into the women, *jump* 'she's only wearing it because he wants her to.' No proof, no nothing. Assumption. I found that very irritating.
And, my third random thing: I was at Wal-Mart early in the week picking up some stuff with my mother and we were in the automotive section to pick up the car (we'd left it to get an oil change while we shopped.) And in walks this lovely older woman in a bright red hijab/abaya (it wasn't actually an abaya but I don't know what to call it. It was obviously on over her clothes, like an abaya but it only covered down to her knees - kind of like a large khimar, but she was also wearing a matching scarf for her head/chest, so it wasn't just a really big khimar but something else) set. It had some small pattern on it that I couldn't quite make out, but she was lovely and very happy looking! She was probably grandma age, so her 70s? But a very spry little lady - she was outpacing the younger man who was with her (I'm assuming he was either a younger son or maybe an older grandson). Very cute! (The grandma, not the guy.) And I found myself grinning like a loon at her. :) If she saw me she probably thought I was a little nuts, but whatever. The sight of hijabis in their 'natural habitat' still makes me irrationally happy.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Destructo Girl
I just broke one of the recumbent bikes at the gym for the second time. The SAME bike!
Bull, china shop, etc.
Bull, china shop, etc.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
8 Things Meme
caraboska tagged me, and thus I shall play!
Books I've read recently...
The first four are books I'm reading right now:
1. Orthodox Study Bible
2. Holy War by Karen Armstrong
3. A Place of Safety by Caroline Graham
4. Furies of Calderon by Jim Butcher
5. Faithful Unto Death - Caroline Graham
6. Written in Blood - Caroline Graham
7. Death in Disguise - Caroline Graham
8. Death of a Hollow Man - Caroline Graham
Songs or albums I listen to all the time...
1. Thirty Seconds to Mars - This is War
2. Tony Stark Working Playlist
3. Nickelback - Dark Horse
4. Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster
5. Criminal Scumbag
6. Seether - Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces
7. Inception soundtrack
8. Captain's Fury (an audiobook)
I love...
1. God
2. the Church
3. My family (furry members included!)
4. My friends
5. BOOKS!
6. Supernatural
7. White Collar
8. Florida - despite the humidity!
9. I demand to have an extra: INCEPTION AND ALL THINGS RELATED TO IT.
Things I've learned this year...
1. I'm obsessive. No, really. I mean, I knew that, but it's kind of been driven home, lately.
2. That I have body issues I have not yet dealt with.
3. That I won't go mad and slide back into some old ways if I don't hold myself to impossibly strict standards in all things.
4. Not to bother giving certain people advice, because they don't really want it, and I'll just have to slap them later.
5. I HATE weeding.
6. Soy will kill me. Thus, I can never be a vegetarian. *WHEW* Now I have an excuse!
7. I rush into things, which is weird, since I lack the spontaneity gene.
8. I'm kind of gruesome. In the way that, I don't find things gross that most people would.
New recipes I want to try and make...
I don't have any specific recipes in mind. I just like to cook and try new things.
Favorite online hangouts...
1. Blogs
2. E-mail
3. Amazon
4. LJ
5. DW
6. the YouTube
7. OrthodoxChristianity.net
8. LibraryThing.com
Projects I need to work on...
1. THE BLOODY STUMP IN THE FRONT FLOWER BED THAT APPARENTLY HAS A BILLION ROOTS AND WILL DIE!
2. Clean up comics room
3. Rearrange book shelves (not so much rearrange as put new books in their place and shift things a bit.)
4. More work outs and weight loss! I believe I have fabulous calves just waiting under there...I can *feel* them.
5. Work on some fics I've had ideas for...
6. Start looking for a dress for the wedding I'm going to in October...
7. Get the two books I've loaned out back. They've had plenty of time to read them, and I want my dictionary of angels back.
8. Finish the re-watch of Supernatural in time for Season 6! Praise be to Chuck!
Tags: Whoever wants to do it. :p
Books I've read recently...
The first four are books I'm reading right now:
1. Orthodox Study Bible
2. Holy War by Karen Armstrong
3. A Place of Safety by Caroline Graham
4. Furies of Calderon by Jim Butcher
5. Faithful Unto Death - Caroline Graham
6. Written in Blood - Caroline Graham
7. Death in Disguise - Caroline Graham
8. Death of a Hollow Man - Caroline Graham
Songs or albums I listen to all the time...
1. Thirty Seconds to Mars - This is War
2. Tony Stark Working Playlist
3. Nickelback - Dark Horse
4. Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster
5. Criminal Scumbag
6. Seether - Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces
7. Inception soundtrack
8. Captain's Fury (an audiobook)
I love...
1. God
2. the Church
3. My family (furry members included!)
4. My friends
5. BOOKS!
6. Supernatural
7. White Collar
8. Florida - despite the humidity!
9. I demand to have an extra: INCEPTION AND ALL THINGS RELATED TO IT.
Things I've learned this year...
1. I'm obsessive. No, really. I mean, I knew that, but it's kind of been driven home, lately.
2. That I have body issues I have not yet dealt with.
3. That I won't go mad and slide back into some old ways if I don't hold myself to impossibly strict standards in all things.
4. Not to bother giving certain people advice, because they don't really want it, and I'll just have to slap them later.
5. I HATE weeding.
6. Soy will kill me. Thus, I can never be a vegetarian. *WHEW* Now I have an excuse!
7. I rush into things, which is weird, since I lack the spontaneity gene.
8. I'm kind of gruesome. In the way that, I don't find things gross that most people would.
New recipes I want to try and make...
I don't have any specific recipes in mind. I just like to cook and try new things.
Favorite online hangouts...
1. Blogs
2. E-mail
3. Amazon
4. LJ
5. DW
6. the YouTube
7. OrthodoxChristianity.net
8. LibraryThing.com
Projects I need to work on...
1. THE BLOODY STUMP IN THE FRONT FLOWER BED THAT APPARENTLY HAS A BILLION ROOTS AND WILL DIE!
2. Clean up comics room
3. Rearrange book shelves (not so much rearrange as put new books in their place and shift things a bit.)
4. More work outs and weight loss! I believe I have fabulous calves just waiting under there...I can *feel* them.
5. Work on some fics I've had ideas for...
6. Start looking for a dress for the wedding I'm going to in October...
7. Get the two books I've loaned out back. They've had plenty of time to read them, and I want my dictionary of angels back.
8. Finish the re-watch of Supernatural in time for Season 6! Praise be to Chuck!
Tags: Whoever wants to do it. :p
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Clothing Is An Exhausting Business
Because you know you're all just *riveted* by this stuff. I spent all day trying on clothes from my haul at the gym, and what I already had, and organizing, etc. Here are the fruits of my labors. The first three pics are my closet prior to the great event.



The following pic is of the new clothes, all out of their bags and waiting for me. Like a dragon.

Right then. After*all day* three hours or so, since I did go to church, and the gym, and a movie first, because perseverance is my middle name! Anyway. After Much Work, I had three piles of tops. The pile closest is labeled 'now', which means that the clothes in that pile fit right now. The back left pile is '-1', meaning they're one size down, I estimate. They fit, but are too tight. The back right pile is '-2', meaning they don't fit, and I guess at least two sizes down before they fit. Now, for any random men reading this, you know why it takes so long for women to shop? Even women who *hate* shopping, such as me? Because CLOTHING SIZES MAKE NO SENSE! THEY LIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! For instance, the pile that fits now? The size labels range from 3X down to Medium, with stops at every size in between. How does that even work? And the other two piles both contain mixes of XL, L, Medium, and Small. *growls* So, instead of being able to just go in and pick out your size, you have to TRY EVERYTHING ON! Even clothes by the same brand have to be tried on, because different styles are cut differently, etc. and FIT DIFFERENTLY! And then everything takes HOURS and you are tired and achy and your feet hurt and then you want to beat things into walls!

And the next three pics are of my closet after everything has been hung up and all the new clothes are in place. *iz ded*



I've also got two bags of clothes that are too big for me, to be donated.



The following pic is of the new clothes, all out of their bags and waiting for me. Like a dragon.

Right then. After

And the next three pics are of my closet after everything has been hung up and all the new clothes are in place. *iz ded*



I've also got two bags of clothes that are too big for me, to be donated.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Mental Self Image and Modesty
I was talking with two other women at the gym last night as we were sorting through a bunch of clothes. One of the women, Nancy, has been seeing the same personal trainer as I have, and she had a bunch of clothes that were too large for her, so Julie Anne, my trainer, suggested that she bring them in for me and Mae, who will be losing weight *into* those sizes, which will save us from having to shop, for a while. So Mae and I split up the clothes, which worked out really, really well for me, since my tastes and Nancy's are apparently more alike, so I got a *ton* of clothes. Mae took what she liked, but she doesn't wear patterns, and she doesn't wear things without sleeves, or short sleeves, etc. So there wasn't as much there that she would ever wear.
So we were talking about our fitness, and weight loss, and the odd places that weight's been disappearing from. Mae says she's gone down in shoe size from the weight loss! I know that I've lost weight in my hands, which I found weird, since I never thought of my hands as being fat... Nancy was talking about how she's had to go shopping, and she still finds herself buying clothes for her *old* body, which means they're too large for her now. And she said, she *knows* how much she weighs, and she *knows* what size she fits into, but in her mind, in her mental image of herself, she's still bigger, and she picks up the wrong clothes.
Which reminded me of, well, me. Only in reverse. For years, I've known my weight. But I didn't see myself as how I really was. I'd watch the very beginning of the Biggest Loser show, where everyone shows up and they weigh them, and they tell their story? And some of the women weighed *less* than me. Some of them more, or about the same. And I'd sit on the couch and think, '*wow*, they're *FAT*!' and 'well, but I *carry* the weight much better. *I* don't look like *that*.' Right, well, here's the thing. I did. But I didn't *see* it.
I'd avoid getting my picture taken, and if I had to, just say, oh, well, I don't photograph well, or it's the light, the outfit, the...'insert excuse here'. Fat on the arms? Long sleeves! Cause *nobody* can *see* that your arms are fat if they're covered by cloth! Not true. They're still fat, and everyone can see that.
For me, I suspect that much of my fascination with 'modesty', with dresses and skirts and loose, loose clothes, covering from the collar bone all the way to the floor, was an effort to hide me from myself, and everyone else. And that's just wrong.
While modesty is, in part, about your clothes, it's more about your attitude and how you present yourself to the world.
I read a post earlier where the author was remembering being in a shop in the ME and *everything* in the shop stopping for the niqabi at the counter. And how she was so modest, and yet her every gesture was feminine and commanded the room. Which, okay, maybe it's just me, but if your goal is modesty, how is it modest if the way that you act/speak/move/whatever basically stops traffic? This just proved to me that it's *more* about you and how you act than what you're wearing. Because you can obviously be covered head to toe, and still draw attention if you want to. And women *know* when we're doing that. We do. It's *deliberate*.
So I'm wearing jeans and a sleeveless top to work. :p
So we were talking about our fitness, and weight loss, and the odd places that weight's been disappearing from. Mae says she's gone down in shoe size from the weight loss! I know that I've lost weight in my hands, which I found weird, since I never thought of my hands as being fat... Nancy was talking about how she's had to go shopping, and she still finds herself buying clothes for her *old* body, which means they're too large for her now. And she said, she *knows* how much she weighs, and she *knows* what size she fits into, but in her mind, in her mental image of herself, she's still bigger, and she picks up the wrong clothes.
Which reminded me of, well, me. Only in reverse. For years, I've known my weight. But I didn't see myself as how I really was. I'd watch the very beginning of the Biggest Loser show, where everyone shows up and they weigh them, and they tell their story? And some of the women weighed *less* than me. Some of them more, or about the same. And I'd sit on the couch and think, '*wow*, they're *FAT*!' and 'well, but I *carry* the weight much better. *I* don't look like *that*.' Right, well, here's the thing. I did. But I didn't *see* it.
I'd avoid getting my picture taken, and if I had to, just say, oh, well, I don't photograph well, or it's the light, the outfit, the...'insert excuse here'. Fat on the arms? Long sleeves! Cause *nobody* can *see* that your arms are fat if they're covered by cloth! Not true. They're still fat, and everyone can see that.
For me, I suspect that much of my fascination with 'modesty', with dresses and skirts and loose, loose clothes, covering from the collar bone all the way to the floor, was an effort to hide me from myself, and everyone else. And that's just wrong.
While modesty is, in part, about your clothes, it's more about your attitude and how you present yourself to the world.
I read a post earlier where the author was remembering being in a shop in the ME and *everything* in the shop stopping for the niqabi at the counter. And how she was so modest, and yet her every gesture was feminine and commanded the room. Which, okay, maybe it's just me, but if your goal is modesty, how is it modest if the way that you act/speak/move/whatever basically stops traffic? This just proved to me that it's *more* about you and how you act than what you're wearing. Because you can obviously be covered head to toe, and still draw attention if you want to. And women *know* when we're doing that. We do. It's *deliberate*.
So I'm wearing jeans and a sleeveless top to work. :p
Friday, May 21, 2010
WTM: Wardrobe Malfunction in the Making
I swear, these jeans fit me two days ago.
Now, I don't have to unbutton or unzip them to take them off. They just come off with a slight tug.
I'm having to hike them up when I walk.
And, of course, I'm house sitting through Monday, and *both* pairs of jeans that I brought are having this issue. And I refuse to wear dress pants all weekend. Refuse. The jeans will just have to stay up through sheer will power!
Ah, it's a hell of a problem to have, though, isn't it?
p.s. not for anything, but I'm feeling nautical at the moment. hence the change of theme....
Now, I don't have to unbutton or unzip them to take them off. They just come off with a slight tug.
I'm having to hike them up when I walk.
And, of course, I'm house sitting through Monday, and *both* pairs of jeans that I brought are having this issue. And I refuse to wear dress pants all weekend. Refuse. The jeans will just have to stay up through sheer will power!
Ah, it's a hell of a problem to have, though, isn't it?
p.s. not for anything, but I'm feeling nautical at the moment. hence the change of theme....
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
And Then There Were *Ninjas*...
Okay, there weren't *really* ninjas, but does that actually surprise you?
I've just been wanting to use that phrase somewhere for a while, and oddly enough, it doesn't lend itself well to general conversational use...
Anyway.
I had my weigh in last night, and I have *finally* hit -40 lbs!
Which brings my weight, for the first time in a *long* time, to under mumblty-hundred pounds!
Woo!
Still a *long* way to go, but I've already had to do one purge of my closet for clothes that were way too big. :)
I've just been wanting to use that phrase somewhere for a while, and oddly enough, it doesn't lend itself well to general conversational use...
Anyway.
I had my weigh in last night, and I have *finally* hit -40 lbs!
Which brings my weight, for the first time in a *long* time, to under mumblty-hundred pounds!
Woo!
Still a *long* way to go, but I've already had to do one purge of my closet for clothes that were way too big. :)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Book: On Women & Judaism by Blu Greenberg
First things first. My second weigh in was last night, and I lost another 3 1/2 pounds, bringing my two week total up to 11 1/2. :)
Now, on to the book.
I've been working through this book since the middle of December, and I just don't know what to say about it. I have two books by this author, this one and How to Run a Traditional Jewish Household. I'm not sure which one I got first, but I haven't read the other one yet.
This book is a collection of previously written essays on the need/attempt to mesh the feminist ideals with living an Orthodox Jewish life. For the most part, it's just an interesting book. I do get the impression, though, that the author sort of wants to have her cake and eat it too. She wants women to be able to do all the things that men can do, while still being traditional women. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, or impossible, but it just strikes me as wanting all the best of both worlds, without admitting that you're going to inherit some of the problems as well. Some of the things, like women needing to be able to request a divorce, in accordance with the halakhic law, make perfect sense. Others, the rights of women to study Torah, to be called up to read it, etc. are perhaps a matter of taste. She does make the point that the law, in relation to women, has always been a living thing, growing and reflecting the larger society around the Jewish people.
The one chapter that I just didn't agree with anything was the chapter on the 'right' of women to abortion.
*sigh* Like I said, I'm really not sure what to say about the book. I enjoyed reading it, but *raises hands* Meh.
So, my next book is God is Not Great by Christopher Hitchens. I've started the first chapter, and I can say, I remember getting this book when it first came out, so excited about it (I was in a semi-atheist phase) and loving it so much. Now, when he's going on and on about how much more wonderful nature is than the cathedrals, etc. All I can think is, well, no duh. Nature was created by God, and is therefore always going to be far more magnificent than anything humans can create. And when he's nattering on about the random perfection of the human genome, I sort of laughed. Since when did chaos breed order and perfection?
Now, on to the book.
I've been working through this book since the middle of December, and I just don't know what to say about it. I have two books by this author, this one and How to Run a Traditional Jewish Household. I'm not sure which one I got first, but I haven't read the other one yet.
This book is a collection of previously written essays on the need/attempt to mesh the feminist ideals with living an Orthodox Jewish life. For the most part, it's just an interesting book. I do get the impression, though, that the author sort of wants to have her cake and eat it too. She wants women to be able to do all the things that men can do, while still being traditional women. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, or impossible, but it just strikes me as wanting all the best of both worlds, without admitting that you're going to inherit some of the problems as well. Some of the things, like women needing to be able to request a divorce, in accordance with the halakhic law, make perfect sense. Others, the rights of women to study Torah, to be called up to read it, etc. are perhaps a matter of taste. She does make the point that the law, in relation to women, has always been a living thing, growing and reflecting the larger society around the Jewish people.
The one chapter that I just didn't agree with anything was the chapter on the 'right' of women to abortion.
*sigh* Like I said, I'm really not sure what to say about the book. I enjoyed reading it, but *raises hands* Meh.
So, my next book is God is Not Great by Christopher Hitchens. I've started the first chapter, and I can say, I remember getting this book when it first came out, so excited about it (I was in a semi-atheist phase) and loving it so much. Now, when he's going on and on about how much more wonderful nature is than the cathedrals, etc. All I can think is, well, no duh. Nature was created by God, and is therefore always going to be far more magnificent than anything humans can create. And when he's nattering on about the random perfection of the human genome, I sort of laughed. Since when did chaos breed order and perfection?
Monday, January 11, 2010
I Almost Made My Trainer Cry...
....by...
losing 8 lbs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks be to God for making this easy for me. I mean it. I haven't missed the soda, I haven't been hungry, and while the exercise is hard, I've been sticking to it.
Why is there not a sparkly font? With which to better express my sparkly joy?
losing 8 lbs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks be to God for making this easy for me. I mean it. I haven't missed the soda, I haven't been hungry, and while the exercise is hard, I've been sticking to it.
Why is there not a sparkly font? With which to better express my sparkly joy?
Kinder & Various Other Things
Kids: We had a small class yesterday, 8 kids. It worked out well - we did the Gospel, which was the Baptism of Jesus from Luke. Debbie had also found a worksheet for them to do with the Beatitudes, so we did those, which the kids like. Funny thing, the New Testament books that we usually use for the class (bigger print and 'smaller' words), were a different translation than the worksheet, so the kids were having trouble figuring the questions out. So I pulled out the full Bible's we have in the class, and they were the same translation, so we used those. The kids were funny, asking who 'Genius' was...they meant Genesis, but couldn't say it quite right. They've heard us say it, but I don't think they'd ever seen it written out before. We did four or five 'words' and that was about it. Busy busy.
Mini Me (Deb's daughter, who shares my name) had a scarf on because of the cold. Of course, she sees me with a scarf on my head all the time, and when we were in the class, before classes start and she had to go to hers, wrapped hers around her head and tied it under the chin. I laughed and told her she looked like a little babushka now. Then I showed her how I do mine for the cold, without tying it, which is just to wrap it around and throw the ends over each other. So, at the end of the day (10:30 am...), when we were leaving, she and her family were going across the property to church, and I was leaving, and she had me help her wrap her scarf so her ears would stay warm. :)
Speaking of cold...our pipes froze last night. Or, well, the water froze. We're on well water, and we covered the well, and kept water running during the night, but it just got too cold. I've had *ice* on my car and in the pond. My abaya makes a great housecoat, and I've been wearing it as an extra layer outside to keep warm. You should see me walking the dogs. I've got regular clothes on, so, pants or skirt & top, socks, abaya, shayla scarf (very early in the morning, the past two mornings, I've worn it niqab style, to boot), winter jacket, and gloves. I may look funny, but I'm *warm*! Oh! And we're having a 'snow day' at the schools down here. FPL is doing load control, and so they've shut down the schools in our county because they won't be able to run the heat.
Hmmm...My first weigh in (well, second, but the first doesn't really count since it was just a 'let's see what we've got to work with kind of thing) is tonight. I'm praying I lost at least the two pounds. I'm just afraid I'll go there, and have done all this stuff, and been eating right, and not have lost any weight!
Next Sunday we're 'off' school, so I'm going to the Greek Orthodox church: Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church.
And...that's about it. The Holmes movie has made me break out my copies of The Canon so I'm reading those at the moment. So much love.
Mini Me (Deb's daughter, who shares my name) had a scarf on because of the cold. Of course, she sees me with a scarf on my head all the time, and when we were in the class, before classes start and she had to go to hers, wrapped hers around her head and tied it under the chin. I laughed and told her she looked like a little babushka now. Then I showed her how I do mine for the cold, without tying it, which is just to wrap it around and throw the ends over each other. So, at the end of the day (10:30 am...), when we were leaving, she and her family were going across the property to church, and I was leaving, and she had me help her wrap her scarf so her ears would stay warm. :)
Speaking of cold...our pipes froze last night. Or, well, the water froze. We're on well water, and we covered the well, and kept water running during the night, but it just got too cold. I've had *ice* on my car and in the pond. My abaya makes a great housecoat, and I've been wearing it as an extra layer outside to keep warm. You should see me walking the dogs. I've got regular clothes on, so, pants or skirt & top, socks, abaya, shayla scarf (very early in the morning, the past two mornings, I've worn it niqab style, to boot), winter jacket, and gloves. I may look funny, but I'm *warm*! Oh! And we're having a 'snow day' at the schools down here. FPL is doing load control, and so they've shut down the schools in our county because they won't be able to run the heat.
Hmmm...My first weigh in (well, second, but the first doesn't really count since it was just a 'let's see what we've got to work with kind of thing) is tonight. I'm praying I lost at least the two pounds. I'm just afraid I'll go there, and have done all this stuff, and been eating right, and not have lost any weight!
Next Sunday we're 'off' school, so I'm going to the Greek Orthodox church: Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church.
And...that's about it. The Holmes movie has made me break out my copies of The Canon so I'm reading those at the moment. So much love.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Weigh Too Much
Yesterday was my third day with Julie (my trainer).
I see her twice a week, on Monday and Wednesday. I get to the gym and am changed and ready by about 5:30, typically. So I get on the treadmill and walk at a '3' on it until 6:15, which is my time with her. When I don't go to the gym, I've started meeting a friend of mine who lives down the road from my work (she of the snake incident) and we walk a local park, which takes us about 45 minutes. On the weekends, I've been doing my treadmill at home at about a '2.7' for a half-hour (my home treadmill seems to be faster than the ones at the gym). With Julie, we do the weight machines, free weights, and 'abs' (which are terrible and I hate them *so much*.) Last night she introduced the recumbent bike, and wants me to do 20 minutes of that on gym days, so she said to warm up on the treadmill for 5 minutes, go to the bike for ten minutes, keeping my pace in the 70-80's range, to get my breathing and heart rate up, break back to the treadmill and then back to the bike for another ten minutes. *Amber falls over dead at the thought* The bike was *hard*. Of course, I actually *have* a recumbent bike at home. It's not as fancy as the ones at the gym, but my plan is to bike on it on my non-gym days, in addition to the park walking/treadmill, and therefore get better at it faster.
I've given up soda entirely, today is day three without any soda. So far, no deaths have occurred. She's given me a checklist of daily food. It breaks it down into how many servings of each 'category' of food you can have, as opposed to telling you you can only eat a, b and c. It comes along with a sheet telling you how much of each 'category' makes up a serving (but I forgot to bring that, so I can't scan it for you.) Tuesday and Wednesday I ate a salad for lunch (1 cup lettuce, 1/2 cup carrots, 1/2 cup cucumber, 1 oz. low fat cheese, 1/2 cup avocado and 1 tbsp dressing), had my usual banana for breakfast, and a 1/2 cup of dates for a 'snack' around 3 pm. Despite my whining on Monday night when she gave me my new food guidelines, I did not starve, and in fact was not hungry all day. The only reason I ate the dates was I didn't want to get hungry later on, and I'm trying to space out my food intake. Dinner was whatever was cooked, I just measured/weighed out my portions and ate only that. And again, I wasn't *hungry*. I didn't feel the need to have a snack later in the evening. So. That's how the food thing is going. Exercise is going well too. I'm keeping up with my plan, and when we were discussing it last night, Julie says she's proud of what I've been doing.
She has me sitting up straight from my chair at work, not leaning back against the back of the chair. She wants me to get up and walk a little every half hour. I haven't been doing that, but rather, every time I print something (which is quite often) I get up immediately to get it, rather than building up a pile at the printer and then going to get it. Julie says that works too. :)
I'm including a copy of my checklist so ya'll can see it.

It likely doesn't make a whole heck of a lot of sense without the sheet to tell you how much a serving is, but this just shows you how many servings I'm allowed to have. The one thing that pains me (okay, not the *one* - I miss dairy. Not in like, a physical way, but I *love* cottage cheese, and I'm not allowed to sit down and eat a little tub of it anymore. *pouts*) is the meat. Only a 1/4 lb. of meat per day. *weeps* So I can't have meat in my salads! But the avocado makes a good substitute, and possibly nuts. But I haven't tried that yet. Today I have a sandwich for lunch. Peanut butter. Yum. (No, no jelly. I like Peanut butter sandwiches.)
eta: Julie's goal is for me to loose at least two pounds a week. Monday was the first day she weighed me (and God, was that ever *painful* - I'm not telling ya'll how much I weigh, suffice it to say, it's a *lot*. Like....a *lot*. You know those people on Biggest Loser? Yeah, like in that category of 'a lot'.), so next Monday we'll weigh me again and see.
I see her twice a week, on Monday and Wednesday. I get to the gym and am changed and ready by about 5:30, typically. So I get on the treadmill and walk at a '3' on it until 6:15, which is my time with her. When I don't go to the gym, I've started meeting a friend of mine who lives down the road from my work (she of the snake incident) and we walk a local park, which takes us about 45 minutes. On the weekends, I've been doing my treadmill at home at about a '2.7' for a half-hour (my home treadmill seems to be faster than the ones at the gym). With Julie, we do the weight machines, free weights, and 'abs' (which are terrible and I hate them *so much*.) Last night she introduced the recumbent bike, and wants me to do 20 minutes of that on gym days, so she said to warm up on the treadmill for 5 minutes, go to the bike for ten minutes, keeping my pace in the 70-80's range, to get my breathing and heart rate up, break back to the treadmill and then back to the bike for another ten minutes. *Amber falls over dead at the thought* The bike was *hard*. Of course, I actually *have* a recumbent bike at home. It's not as fancy as the ones at the gym, but my plan is to bike on it on my non-gym days, in addition to the park walking/treadmill, and therefore get better at it faster.
I've given up soda entirely, today is day three without any soda. So far, no deaths have occurred. She's given me a checklist of daily food. It breaks it down into how many servings of each 'category' of food you can have, as opposed to telling you you can only eat a, b and c. It comes along with a sheet telling you how much of each 'category' makes up a serving (but I forgot to bring that, so I can't scan it for you.) Tuesday and Wednesday I ate a salad for lunch (1 cup lettuce, 1/2 cup carrots, 1/2 cup cucumber, 1 oz. low fat cheese, 1/2 cup avocado and 1 tbsp dressing), had my usual banana for breakfast, and a 1/2 cup of dates for a 'snack' around 3 pm. Despite my whining on Monday night when she gave me my new food guidelines, I did not starve, and in fact was not hungry all day. The only reason I ate the dates was I didn't want to get hungry later on, and I'm trying to space out my food intake. Dinner was whatever was cooked, I just measured/weighed out my portions and ate only that. And again, I wasn't *hungry*. I didn't feel the need to have a snack later in the evening. So. That's how the food thing is going. Exercise is going well too. I'm keeping up with my plan, and when we were discussing it last night, Julie says she's proud of what I've been doing.
She has me sitting up straight from my chair at work, not leaning back against the back of the chair. She wants me to get up and walk a little every half hour. I haven't been doing that, but rather, every time I print something (which is quite often) I get up immediately to get it, rather than building up a pile at the printer and then going to get it. Julie says that works too. :)
I'm including a copy of my checklist so ya'll can see it.

It likely doesn't make a whole heck of a lot of sense without the sheet to tell you how much a serving is, but this just shows you how many servings I'm allowed to have. The one thing that pains me (okay, not the *one* - I miss dairy. Not in like, a physical way, but I *love* cottage cheese, and I'm not allowed to sit down and eat a little tub of it anymore. *pouts*) is the meat. Only a 1/4 lb. of meat per day. *weeps* So I can't have meat in my salads! But the avocado makes a good substitute, and possibly nuts. But I haven't tried that yet. Today I have a sandwich for lunch. Peanut butter. Yum. (No, no jelly. I like Peanut butter sandwiches.)
eta: Julie's goal is for me to loose at least two pounds a week. Monday was the first day she weighed me (and God, was that ever *painful* - I'm not telling ya'll how much I weigh, suffice it to say, it's a *lot*. Like....a *lot*. You know those people on Biggest Loser? Yeah, like in that category of 'a lot'.), so next Monday we'll weigh me again and see.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Getting Healthy = Podvig?
Right, so, first, I can hear you asking, 'What's a 'podvig'?' Well, it's a Russian term that has no direct translation into English. The most common definition I've come across is, simply, 'spiritual struggle' - a means of drawing nearer to Christ as we travel on the path to salvation.
As Anna put it in a recent video, podvig is 'understood as the ascetic struggle. As a path that you take that is almost unique to you. I mean there are certain things that people have done over the ages that are similar but every person- Okay, let's put it like this. Since we view sin, in the Orthodox Church like a terminal illness. Not terminal illness, but an illness, and that one needs Grace to over come it. The means of getting to that Grace is your podvig. It's- It's the specific medication that you need to get better. To overcome sin. So not everyone needs the same medication. The same way of handling their sinful temptations.' (I've transcribed this as best I can.)
So, we all know that I have a weight problem. Yes, I do have a thyroid disorder, but that's not why I weigh too much, or at least it's not the whole, or even *main* issue. The fact of the matter is I love to eat. I eat too much, of things that aren't good for me. I indulge. I *loll* in it. It's not even sugar or candy or things like that. Meat, potatoes, gourmet meals. Mmmm....Food. I love *food*. I love the taste of it, the feel of it, the sensation. I love going out and eating, or staying in and cooking. I love to drink, pretty, sugary, 'girly' drinks, or doing shots to drink the boys under the table (that being said, I haven't had an alcoholic drink in months. My lack of 'portion control' with alcohol is more worrisome to me, so I've stopped all together. Though to be honest, I've 'stopped' before, and slipped back, but never to the degree I did prior to stopping, so it's kind of gone in stages. But I can go out to dinner now and *not* feel like I *have* to get an alcoholic drink. I still *want* to, but I *don't*.). Clearly, I'm a glutton. I mean that's just...that's just clear? Right?
I'm *not* saying that everyone who is overweight is like me, or is offending God, or something. I'm saying, for me, I've finally realized that my weight is because I indulge my every whim when it comes to food. I have trouble going, 'No, I don't need that food, I'm not hungry.' It's a personal issue, got it?
I've started with a personal trainer today. My parents got me, for Christmas, ten 45 minute sessions with her. Along with the exercise she'll be directing what I eat, and how much. I'm determined to *obey* her, no matter how much I don't want to. And I'm thinking, I'm thinking, honestly, that this, this learning and obedience to her is a part of my path, a part of my podvig - to learn to stop giving my flesh whatever it wants, even when it's not good for me.
As Anna put it in a recent video, podvig is 'understood as the ascetic struggle. As a path that you take that is almost unique to you. I mean there are certain things that people have done over the ages that are similar but every person- Okay, let's put it like this. Since we view sin, in the Orthodox Church like a terminal illness. Not terminal illness, but an illness, and that one needs Grace to over come it. The means of getting to that Grace is your podvig. It's- It's the specific medication that you need to get better. To overcome sin. So not everyone needs the same medication. The same way of handling their sinful temptations.' (I've transcribed this as best I can.)
So, we all know that I have a weight problem. Yes, I do have a thyroid disorder, but that's not why I weigh too much, or at least it's not the whole, or even *main* issue. The fact of the matter is I love to eat. I eat too much, of things that aren't good for me. I indulge. I *loll* in it. It's not even sugar or candy or things like that. Meat, potatoes, gourmet meals. Mmmm....Food. I love *food*. I love the taste of it, the feel of it, the sensation. I love going out and eating, or staying in and cooking. I love to drink, pretty, sugary, 'girly' drinks, or doing shots to drink the boys under the table (that being said, I haven't had an alcoholic drink in months. My lack of 'portion control' with alcohol is more worrisome to me, so I've stopped all together. Though to be honest, I've 'stopped' before, and slipped back, but never to the degree I did prior to stopping, so it's kind of gone in stages. But I can go out to dinner now and *not* feel like I *have* to get an alcoholic drink. I still *want* to, but I *don't*.). Clearly, I'm a glutton. I mean that's just...that's just clear? Right?
I'm *not* saying that everyone who is overweight is like me, or is offending God, or something. I'm saying, for me, I've finally realized that my weight is because I indulge my every whim when it comes to food. I have trouble going, 'No, I don't need that food, I'm not hungry.' It's a personal issue, got it?
I've started with a personal trainer today. My parents got me, for Christmas, ten 45 minute sessions with her. Along with the exercise she'll be directing what I eat, and how much. I'm determined to *obey* her, no matter how much I don't want to. And I'm thinking, I'm thinking, honestly, that this, this learning and obedience to her is a part of my path, a part of my podvig - to learn to stop giving my flesh whatever it wants, even when it's not good for me.
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
One Ring to Rule Them All...
Okay, this is just a really awesome picture from Hubble.

Eye of Sauron anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Shush. I'm getting my geek on over here.
So. I have nothing intelligent to say, but I'm gonna post anyway. Because I *can*.
I've been hanging out on the OrthodoxChristianity forums, just picking topics and reading. I *was* going to do a post on the whole, leavened vs. unleavened bread for Eucharist, but then, in reading, I realized that all those people who make a *huge, freakin' deal* out of it, are just not bothering to read. So, nyah. *makes raspberry sound at them*
My mother has almost found a 'personal trainer' for me. Yes, I am 27, and yes, I should be able to do this myself, but the truth is, I won't. I know (now) that I need to, that I can't do it myself, but I *won't* call and help myself. Why? Who knows. I just know if it's left to me, it'll never happen. And that's no good. So. My mommy's doing it for me. :p
On the subject of health and exercise, I almost went off the back of the treadmill last night. I don't even know how it happened, I was slowing down, at the end of the workout, and all of a sudden, my left foot slipped! Very scary!
Also, I have developed on oval shaped bruise, directly between my shoulder blades. I have no clue how that got there. None.
I finished Anything Goes, which is the first autobiography of John Barrowman. It's a fun book (he's a fun guy!), but unless you're a fan, probably not interesting to you. (And yes, yes, I am a fan. Him and Gareth David-Lloyd. Hmm.....)
I pulled my new book out of the hat, and at first I got the Bible, which I'm already reading. (PS: Finished Leviticus and am in Numbers. *headdesk* Is it just me, or are these the most boring chapters in the history of anything? The footnotes are what interest me here, honest. At least it's not KJV, with all the frelling 'begats'.) *glances around* Nope. No lightning. Still, probably going to the special hell for finding part of the Bible boring, yeah?
So, I pulled again and got the Didache. Cool. I have this copy: The Didache: Text, Translation, Analysis and Commentary by Aaron Milavic. I've just started on the introduction, so I can't really comment on it yet. I do want to say, though, that I'm not sure this particular author's commentary is going to be helpful, and may, in fact, contain heretical teachings. Why? Just...some things he's said in the introduction, and the way he's said them. We'll see. Regardless, I bought it because I wanted a copy of the Didache, and, honestly, it was cheap. :)

Eye of Sauron anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Shush. I'm getting my geek on over here.
So. I have nothing intelligent to say, but I'm gonna post anyway. Because I *can*.
I've been hanging out on the OrthodoxChristianity forums, just picking topics and reading. I *was* going to do a post on the whole, leavened vs. unleavened bread for Eucharist, but then, in reading, I realized that all those people who make a *huge, freakin' deal* out of it, are just not bothering to read. So, nyah. *makes raspberry sound at them*
My mother has almost found a 'personal trainer' for me. Yes, I am 27, and yes, I should be able to do this myself, but the truth is, I won't. I know (now) that I need to, that I can't do it myself, but I *won't* call and help myself. Why? Who knows. I just know if it's left to me, it'll never happen. And that's no good. So. My mommy's doing it for me. :p
On the subject of health and exercise, I almost went off the back of the treadmill last night. I don't even know how it happened, I was slowing down, at the end of the workout, and all of a sudden, my left foot slipped! Very scary!
Also, I have developed on oval shaped bruise, directly between my shoulder blades. I have no clue how that got there. None.
I finished Anything Goes, which is the first autobiography of John Barrowman. It's a fun book (he's a fun guy!), but unless you're a fan, probably not interesting to you. (And yes, yes, I am a fan. Him and Gareth David-Lloyd. Hmm.....)
I pulled my new book out of the hat, and at first I got the Bible, which I'm already reading. (PS: Finished Leviticus and am in Numbers. *headdesk* Is it just me, or are these the most boring chapters in the history of anything? The footnotes are what interest me here, honest. At least it's not KJV, with all the frelling 'begats'.) *glances around* Nope. No lightning. Still, probably going to the special hell for finding part of the Bible boring, yeah?
So, I pulled again and got the Didache. Cool. I have this copy: The Didache: Text, Translation, Analysis and Commentary by Aaron Milavic. I've just started on the introduction, so I can't really comment on it yet. I do want to say, though, that I'm not sure this particular author's commentary is going to be helpful, and may, in fact, contain heretical teachings. Why? Just...some things he's said in the introduction, and the way he's said them. We'll see. Regardless, I bought it because I wanted a copy of the Didache, and, honestly, it was cheap. :)
Saturday, November 28, 2009
In Which I Fail At Life
So, I'm not going to the church tomorrow.
I just, I don't feel up to it, which is stupid. I know.
I just had an argument with my mother about my weight and my being unhappy and depressed and lacking self confidence and she's convinced that if I could just feel better about myself then I wouldn't be so unhappy and who the hell knows, maybe she's right. I don't know.
I agreed to go see 'someone' (not a shrink. i refuse. they're all quacks.), but like a nutritionist/exercise consultant type, whatever they're called. Because it's not working on my own. I was loosing weight, gaining muscle, and then it stopped, and reversed. I admit I slacked on the food, and I need to exercise more, but I don't *feel* like it. I don't feel like I have the energy. I *know* that if I *did* force myself to do what I need to do, I'd start *feeling* more entergetic, but I just can't be bothered. Which is because (as mom thinks) I'm depressed. But I don't *think* I'm depressed....
Whatever.
I suck.
I'm going to go make myself a salad.
I just, I don't feel up to it, which is stupid. I know.
I just had an argument with my mother about my weight and my being unhappy and depressed and lacking self confidence and she's convinced that if I could just feel better about myself then I wouldn't be so unhappy and who the hell knows, maybe she's right. I don't know.
I agreed to go see 'someone' (not a shrink. i refuse. they're all quacks.), but like a nutritionist/exercise consultant type, whatever they're called. Because it's not working on my own. I was loosing weight, gaining muscle, and then it stopped, and reversed. I admit I slacked on the food, and I need to exercise more, but I don't *feel* like it. I don't feel like I have the energy. I *know* that if I *did* force myself to do what I need to do, I'd start *feeling* more entergetic, but I just can't be bothered. Which is because (as mom thinks) I'm depressed. But I don't *think* I'm depressed....
Whatever.
I suck.
I'm going to go make myself a salad.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Health and Books Update
Briefly, nyah *points down* are all the pills I'm currently taking daily. However, only one of them is prescription - the rest are all herbals, etc.

I'm currently taking Levothroid (tiny purple pill) which is the synthetic thyroid hormone. Then, next to that (the brownish looking pills) are my bladderwrack. I've been on the bladderwrack for about a month, and it's been great. Seriously, I wouldn't have believe you if you told me that three little pills a day would make my life so much better. The muscle/joint aches/pains are gone. I'm sleeping better and not dead tired when I wake up. I'm to the point where I'm going to start getting up earlier in the morning to exercise again, which is something I had to give up as the fatigue got worse.
The big clear pills in the next two slots are fish oil - that way, even when I'm not eating fish, I'm getting some fish.
The reddish pills are acai, which...I just thought I'd try. :)
And the two big white pills are calcium citrate.
Everything except for the bladderwrack and levothroid is new, because I wanted to see if the bladderwrack would do any good. It has, so now we're branching out, trying new things.
I also picked up some dulse which Anna mentioned. Um....it's seaweed. And it tastes like what it is. Like the ocean. Not something I'm going to be snacking on any time soon. However, put it in something, and it's good. The woman at the store claimed that if you fried it it would taste like bacon, but I haven't tested that one out yet.
On the subject of probably TMI, but I'm sharing anyway, my libido has rediscovered me. Which is good, because that's one of my symptoms, but bad, because...well...temptation of the physical nature hasn't been an issue for me until just now. So. Working on that.
Books: I'm up to 68 which means that I'm 7 books behind my schedule. Bugger. Luckily I have the last week of October off, and intend to do nothing but read to catch up. That is the plan. I *will* make my 100 books by the end of the year.
I'm currently taking Levothroid (tiny purple pill) which is the synthetic thyroid hormone. Then, next to that (the brownish looking pills) are my bladderwrack. I've been on the bladderwrack for about a month, and it's been great. Seriously, I wouldn't have believe you if you told me that three little pills a day would make my life so much better. The muscle/joint aches/pains are gone. I'm sleeping better and not dead tired when I wake up. I'm to the point where I'm going to start getting up earlier in the morning to exercise again, which is something I had to give up as the fatigue got worse.
The big clear pills in the next two slots are fish oil - that way, even when I'm not eating fish, I'm getting some fish.
The reddish pills are acai, which...I just thought I'd try. :)
And the two big white pills are calcium citrate.
Everything except for the bladderwrack and levothroid is new, because I wanted to see if the bladderwrack would do any good. It has, so now we're branching out, trying new things.
I also picked up some dulse which Anna mentioned. Um....it's seaweed. And it tastes like what it is. Like the ocean. Not something I'm going to be snacking on any time soon. However, put it in something, and it's good. The woman at the store claimed that if you fried it it would taste like bacon, but I haven't tested that one out yet.
On the subject of probably TMI, but I'm sharing anyway, my libido has rediscovered me. Which is good, because that's one of my symptoms, but bad, because...well...temptation of the physical nature hasn't been an issue for me until just now. So. Working on that.
Books: I'm up to 68 which means that I'm 7 books behind my schedule. Bugger. Luckily I have the last week of October off, and intend to do nothing but read to catch up. That is the plan. I *will* make my 100 books by the end of the year.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Battles B.C. and other things
Okay, this is going to be a post of a few topics:
Item 1: Battles, B.C. on the History Channel
I'm really enjoying this show. It's a mix of historians talking about the particular subject, and visuals, done in the style of 300. They've done Hannibal, David, and Joshua, and next weeks episode is on Caesar. It's both fun and educational. For instance, Hannibal's attack on Rome actually failed - he never made it that far. He decimated the troops, yes, changed warfare forever, and actually instigated the expansionist view of the Roman Empire, but he never made it to Rome, which was his goal. David, for all of being the greatest king of the Jewish empire, was typical for the day and age, but really just a brilliant tactician. One of the historians likened him to a Mafia Don, in that he had his consigliere, in Joab, who would remove problems for him. All the deaths that made it possible for him to wipe out, effectively, Saul's bloodline and claim the throne, he was never blamed for any of them. Sort of a, 'who will rid me of this troublesome priest', thing. Sometimes, it seems as though Joab would act, against David's orders, when he thought it was for the best. See his killing of Absalom, when David had told everyone not to kill him. Funnily enough, Solomon had Joab killed when he ascended to the throne. It's all about the consolidation of power.
The part that I found most interesting about the episode on Joshua though, was Jericho. I'm going from memory, so I'm not quoting any numbers, but when the Israelite army went to Jericho, they outnumbered the populace, and *far* outnumbered the defenders of Jericho. What they historians put forth was that, the red cord that Rahab tied out her window was a signal, but not just that the household was not to be killed. After all, the killing would be done once the army was *inside* the walls, so what good would a sign that couldn't be seen from inside do? Rather, the cord was a signal for the place where the Israelite army could sneak some of their men in. So, each day for the six days that the army was marching around Jericho, when they blew their horns, say, ten, fifteen men climbed up and hid in Rahab's house or on her roof. On the seventh day, you've got at least 60, possibly more well trained men *inside* Jericho. They could easily take down enough of the defenders on a section of the wall, to allow the army to overwhelm that section, and, from that point, take the city. So, the walls fell, metaphorically, not literally.
Item 2: Exercise and Weight
I screwed around the last little while with the weight loss. I was bad, and I gained a little of it back. However, the past week I really went back to the grind stone. Rather than sit and play with the dogs, I'm taking them around and around our yard until they tire out. It's better for them, better for me. I'm doing a solid half-hour on the tread mill, and then a half-hour of other exercise every day, at least. I'm watching what I eat, very closely. Alana posted, a while back, two good posts with quotes from the church fathers and the Bible on gluttony, and how one should conduct oneself at table. I printed them out and taped them to my bathroom mirror, as a reminder.
I lost five pounds in a week.
Now, I don't expect the loss to continue at that rate, it's somewhat insane, really. But I think it's an excellent sign.
I'm up to 3 mph on the treadmill, for the whole half hour, which is a *huge* improvement from where I started, and, you know what? I have a bruise on one wrist. It's from *letting go of the treadmill arms and swinging my arms*! I couldn't have done that at this speed a few weeks ago!
I'm going to do more though. I've given up alcohol, I poured everything in the house down the drain. I'm quitting soda entirely, so I'm going to be cranky as it works its way out of my system, I'm a total caffine addict. Pasta and bread are also going to go.
Item 3: Parents
They've left their church. Not for theological reasons, but because they didn't like the way the worship team and some other things were being run. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I asked them what they were going to be now, since the church they were going to was Mennonite, and my mother said 'Christian', dad said, 'Jehovah's Witnesses!' (he was joking).
Item 1: Battles, B.C. on the History Channel
I'm really enjoying this show. It's a mix of historians talking about the particular subject, and visuals, done in the style of 300. They've done Hannibal, David, and Joshua, and next weeks episode is on Caesar. It's both fun and educational. For instance, Hannibal's attack on Rome actually failed - he never made it that far. He decimated the troops, yes, changed warfare forever, and actually instigated the expansionist view of the Roman Empire, but he never made it to Rome, which was his goal. David, for all of being the greatest king of the Jewish empire, was typical for the day and age, but really just a brilliant tactician. One of the historians likened him to a Mafia Don, in that he had his consigliere, in Joab, who would remove problems for him. All the deaths that made it possible for him to wipe out, effectively, Saul's bloodline and claim the throne, he was never blamed for any of them. Sort of a, 'who will rid me of this troublesome priest', thing. Sometimes, it seems as though Joab would act, against David's orders, when he thought it was for the best. See his killing of Absalom, when David had told everyone not to kill him. Funnily enough, Solomon had Joab killed when he ascended to the throne. It's all about the consolidation of power.
The part that I found most interesting about the episode on Joshua though, was Jericho. I'm going from memory, so I'm not quoting any numbers, but when the Israelite army went to Jericho, they outnumbered the populace, and *far* outnumbered the defenders of Jericho. What they historians put forth was that, the red cord that Rahab tied out her window was a signal, but not just that the household was not to be killed. After all, the killing would be done once the army was *inside* the walls, so what good would a sign that couldn't be seen from inside do? Rather, the cord was a signal for the place where the Israelite army could sneak some of their men in. So, each day for the six days that the army was marching around Jericho, when they blew their horns, say, ten, fifteen men climbed up and hid in Rahab's house or on her roof. On the seventh day, you've got at least 60, possibly more well trained men *inside* Jericho. They could easily take down enough of the defenders on a section of the wall, to allow the army to overwhelm that section, and, from that point, take the city. So, the walls fell, metaphorically, not literally.
Item 2: Exercise and Weight
I screwed around the last little while with the weight loss. I was bad, and I gained a little of it back. However, the past week I really went back to the grind stone. Rather than sit and play with the dogs, I'm taking them around and around our yard until they tire out. It's better for them, better for me. I'm doing a solid half-hour on the tread mill, and then a half-hour of other exercise every day, at least. I'm watching what I eat, very closely. Alana posted, a while back, two good posts with quotes from the church fathers and the Bible on gluttony, and how one should conduct oneself at table. I printed them out and taped them to my bathroom mirror, as a reminder.
I lost five pounds in a week.
Now, I don't expect the loss to continue at that rate, it's somewhat insane, really. But I think it's an excellent sign.
I'm up to 3 mph on the treadmill, for the whole half hour, which is a *huge* improvement from where I started, and, you know what? I have a bruise on one wrist. It's from *letting go of the treadmill arms and swinging my arms*! I couldn't have done that at this speed a few weeks ago!
I'm going to do more though. I've given up alcohol, I poured everything in the house down the drain. I'm quitting soda entirely, so I'm going to be cranky as it works its way out of my system, I'm a total caffine addict. Pasta and bread are also going to go.
Item 3: Parents
They've left their church. Not for theological reasons, but because they didn't like the way the worship team and some other things were being run. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I asked them what they were going to be now, since the church they were going to was Mennonite, and my mother said 'Christian', dad said, 'Jehovah's Witnesses!' (he was joking).
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