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I'm really proud of you, Vigs...it's a long road. Myself, it took me over 2 years to lose 65 lbs...and, yes, I did put some of that back on, but only about half of it, and now I'm taking it off again.
A couple of notes...I never did like the 'daily weigh-ins', as it didn't show me enough results. I used to weigh in once a week, and took monthly measurements. (Now, I don't weigh myself often, but do take measurements, as my actual weight isn't as important to me as feeling good and losing one more dress size.) Also, fasting can work for some, but not for others, and not all the time. I know for me, it never worked; I'll make up for it later, and not always in a good way. At least it's dinner you skipped...not nearly as important in the grand scheme of things. I'll often have a salad for dinner with some beans (esp. cannellini or ceci) and/or canned tuna/fresh fish on top, especially now that we're in summer.
Regardless, keep this up! One of the hardest things to do is to maintain focus and motivation...don't beat yourself up for any cravings, and it sounds like you don't give into them on a huge basis. It's just a part of life...besides, chocolate is necessary! (Ok, it is for us women...)
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I love going to the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains during late summer and fall to go berry picking and apple picking! And fresh apple cider...aw man!
Hmmm...I wonder if you can do the same strawberry picking in Castroville (the strawberry hub around here)...ooooooh....
(By the way...congrats!)
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M'Lord, I do understand. Being the Queen of the Klutzes, playing sports has not been something that has been my fort
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Lord Caldrail, as a job seeker who feels that the title that one has should dictate certain behaviors...what do you suggest if people consistently neglect or gloss over one's title? At some point grace runs out, doesn't it?
Yours,
The Poor Prof
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I knew you really were a plodder, so to speak...take one day at a time, poco a poco, and enjoy life as you have it.
I guess yesterday I was in a foul mood, but by the evening I got reminded of what it could be. A former students dropped me an email, someone who I met early in my teaching career. This student was quite memorable, one of those rancher kids who goes off to the big city for college, and despite the effort she just didn't quite fit in. But a wonderful young lady, with a spirit that I truly admired...she wanted to stick it out, because her dream was to get a finance degree from the University of Texas. But she had to drop out of college, due to a series of illnesses to her parents and then to herself; the money dried up, so she dropped out to work on the family ranch. I knew some of the details that had happened in the interim, none of them great: her mother ended up passing away from her illnesses, her boyfriend went off to the military and gave his life in Iraq, and she was not in a happy place. The last I had heard from her was 2003.
But there's a good ending, but it took a while. After a few years of barely breaking even, her father decided to take a gamble and renting a portion of the ranch...it turns out, it went to an organic farmer who specializes in farmers' market produce. It's become a strong business, but it took a few years of toil and labor. And as for the student, she went through some major emotional loop-de-loops, but met up with her high school sweetheart. They fell back in love, with the promise that they would get married after she finished her education. She just graduated from a local state university, and is getting married this weekend.
So it's really true...with patience and grace, and faith if you wish, good things do eventually happen. I have my health, I have a roof over my head, I've already accomplished one major life goal, and I'm working on another. Sure, I only work part time, but it's something.
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I went in for a routine exam today...compared to last November, I lost 15 pounds. What they don't know, though, is that 15 pounds came off in the last month. Eh, it's all good...what they don't know won't hurt 'em
Keep it up, Viggen!!!
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Good for you, Viggen! Keep it up...slow and steady really does work in the long run with weight loss. The other part is to not beat yourself up for straying off the plan. You can always make up for it in the gym the next day.
I know what works for me is to play around with my workouts. I also work out in the mornings--around 9am--because I'm useless for much else at that time. I have a cardio/weights routine, a swim routine, and a 'whatever I want' routine (aka, I'm going outside and play), with the goal of 3-5 days of activity per week. I don't always make it--this semester, in particular, was bad because I had to switch to afternoon workouts--but keep on it as you can.
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You bring up some very interesting points, Calders. 9/11 has been an enormous chip on the shoulders of those in Washington and New York, particularly the latter, and many New Yorkers wear that chip as a badge of courage. Certainly it's hard to begrudge them that...after all, it was their buildings that were destroyed, their symbols...and mostly their people who perished or who were casualties. So I understand those celebrations...it was a release of pressure, a cathartic celebration.
Funnily enough, what many forget is that the 4 planes that were turned into missiles, they were headed to San Francisco and Los Angeles. We lost people...just as innocently. There were some people who celebrated here, but no where near the throngs that you saw on the news, which were at the White House and in a couple of spots in NYC.
Here's another tidbit: Fremont is a suburb in the Bay Area, and is home to the largest Afghan population in the US, and one of the largest in the Western world. They celebrated there...but almost in a way that was more expected. There were genuine tears of freedom...many felt that the Taliban could easily come back as long as OBL was alive. So, with his death, sure, the Taliban could come back, but they won't have the symbol and supporter that they once did...they will be weaker. That was a celebration that I really wanted to see.
As for the forces...oof...I think with any Public Enemy, if you got 'em in your sights, then take 'em out...it just happened to be the SEALS. No matter who it is, there is no question that there were multiple intelligences that were involved, and now it's being reported that Pakistan feels embarrassed for not knowing where OBL was. Call me skeptical, but I find that hard to swallow.
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Ugh...really? I mean, yes, I saw that I was a victim of this, too...and I simply deleted the post. But why are we getting spammers in the blogs in the first place? Are the bots out there to destroy us?
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Yeah, that makes me nervous, GPM. I mean, we've beaten Detroit in the past, and we can do it again, but they are so incredibly tough. I think on Friday night I'll watch the game at one of my favorite breweries/restaurants in San Jose (Gordon Biersch), just to take it all in.
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Ursus, that article reminds me of others that I have read over the years, that many Brits are kind of tired of the royal family's not-so-newsworthy status.
Melvadius...cha, dude...everyone must know what the PM is wearing! It's totally news, bro!
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Ah...if that's the case, then neither Mt. Ham or Mt. Tam, nor Mt. Diablo, would qualify; people bike up the mountains frequently, thinking that the Tour of California is a minor version of the Tour de France. Either way, the concept of reading a map, even online, has escaped many youth here...and being the kid who had the atlas in her bedroom growing up, and therefore studied it heartily, this makes me feel heartbroken.
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Isn't that par for the course? Unless they medicate him, that is...or stick him in the Tower.
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Kosmo, that would be a great tradition! I'd love to do something like that! (And Melvadius, don't be such a crotchety crankypants...relax, enjoy, and have one on me)
Last night I was watching BBC America, and evidently they're going to show everything live, starting at 3am Eastern time. Holy cripes...first, that's noteworthy simply because BBCA is showing something live...that never happens. But that means that things start here in sunny California at midnight...nope, I can think of a myriad of other things I'd like to watch Friday night at midnight.
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LOL Too true, GoC! Yesterday I woke up extremely early to get the bread baked for the Easter picnic, knowing full well that I'd be taking naps while the dough went through it's various proofs. My cat was questioning my moves the entire morning, including the fact that she wouldn't curl up with me on the floor while I took my first nap. She expected me to play, naturally.
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I think that's the problem...when we're little girls, all of us around the world wanted to be princesses of some kind or other. Most of us grow up and realize that being the queen of our little corner of the world (even if it's just my apartment, so to speak) is fine enough. But I think that explains the entire wedding industry, at least here in the States (and, I suspect, much of the world)...it's our day to be a princess. Meh...no thanks. I'm already the benign dictator of my classrooms, and the mistress of my cat (or so I think)...hell, my name means 'princess'...what more do I want?
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It makes you wonder about the state of the society with comments like that, doesn't it? I'd like to sit here and tell you that the college-aged youth of Northern California are above such uneducated comments. Sadly, a group of my students decided to tell me that the hills nearby (which are about 1000-1300 feet high) are mountains, and are as high as our local Mt. Hamilton (4196 feet) or Mt. Diablo (3849 feet), and are as high as the Sierra Nevada to the east. The next sound was the smacking of my forehead against the whiteboard.
I then suggested that they go to Google Earth and look at the topography of the area...they still couldn't discern that our hills (which is really what they are) weren't all that mountainous or all that high...at least, not for around here. To them, if something isn't flat, it's a mountain. I suggested that they needed to understand the English language a bit better...and to go on a hike.
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Hmmm...see, if you were a young se
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Indeed, GPM! And I can happily report that Mr. Sunshine has made himself available frequently in the last 2 weeks. Sure, it's been a bit cold here on some of those days, but at least with the sun shining you can get through everything.
And, yes, the last 2 weeks have been much easier. Although right now I'm grading midterms, which my students bombed to hell. Not making for a happy professor *grrrrrrrrrr*
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Dang it, I got lured in here by the promise of the fruity language, only to be horns-waggled. I demand my time back *harrumph*
All kidding aside, it galls me how businesses conduct themselves. "But we're well respected, and we do the best job." While that may be true, it doesn't give you license to charge 300% more than Joe Blow, who does just as great a job, but doesn't have the bloated marketing budget.
The one that's killing me right now: I'm on a very fixed budget, but I love going to a baseball game. The local San Francisco Giants won the World Series in November...you may have heard of the news. Regardless, the bleacher seats--which are meant to be the cheap seats--are $35 a piece on the weekends, $28 during the week. Whaaaaat??? The other Bay Area team, the Oakland Athletics, have their bleachers for around $15 a seat. And in June, when I go to Cincinnati, I plan on going to a Reds game...for $7 a seat. So what gives the Giants the right to charge an exorbitant amount of cash? Well, they have a newer stadium, a highly sought-after stadium (it is said it's the prettiest views of any major league stadium), consistently have high attendance, and are now the home to the World Champions. What evs.
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Nooooooooo...corn dogs are the greatest inventions, ever! Take a hot dog, push a stick half-way through it lengthwise, dunk it in cornbread batter, and deep fry it! With some good yellow mustard, it is a real treat.
Dammit, now I'm hungry.
PS: recommendation for the poor schmuck: jump off the Brooklyn Bridge...oh, wait, that's not very nice... *evil grin*
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I'm all for the following:
1) Wild, passionate sex (who isn't?)
2) Publishing Caldrail somehow...there's untapped talent there.
3) Wild, passionate sex (oooh, now I'm sounding desperate...)
4) Wine (there, that evens things out a bit)
Honestly, I keep my blog for myself; should anyone be so gracious as to read it, wonderful. Admittedly, the last couple of months I haven't been as active--this is due to work--but time is freeing up, and I want to get back to consistent writing. That being said, if the 'powers that be' wish to bestow a prize to a blogger for the fun of it, hey, wonderful; I seriously doubt that the recipient will complain. As for the prize, a Kindle is cool...but perhaps a more open-ended gift (certificate?) would be better?
With that, time to catch up on blogs
Todo bem!
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Sounds like she and I will be at the same place: at the cabin, warm, maybe working on stuff for you to nosh on when you get back...spiking the hot chocolate and mulling wine
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Heh I'll be the party pooper...I dislike snow, and my attempts at skiing as a youth left me cold, wet, hurt, and dying for hot chocolate and a cuddle by the fire. Snowboarding didn't exactly entice me, either, as my knees--which are already shot to hell--were left worse for wear.
No, this beach bunny will stick to the warmer climes
On the other hand...may I suggest that you find a way to get into contact with our Lovely Lady of Names, Nephele...she's a resident of the area, and is an absolute blast to hang out with. Her bloke is a Brit (from Midlands, I think?), and they will give you the best tour yet!
Fingers crossed for 'Yang', and all that. I know how you feel
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Oh, please, feel free to let the silliness fly. I'm beginning to think that American politics, at least, has gone into that realm completely. I don't think we're on Italy's level, but we're getting there