Friday, March 23, 2012

Diet Drama

Ok, so lately I've been on a quasi-diet. Nothing drastic, just watching calories and trying to exercise more... call it a lazy girl's health kick. Yes, it started out with wanting to lose a few pounds, but as soon as I hit that goal, I thought "woohoo! Food!" And that's where the trouble began.

 

My first big hurdle when I started this kick was going from the 'girl who could live on cheeseburgers and still lose weight' to the 'girl who would gain a pound every time she looked at a cheeseburger.' Cutting back was step one, and as a genuine food-lover, that was killer. But I came to realize that since I already love fruit and veggies, amping those up was no big deal, though my shift from beef-heavy to poultry-heavy meals was sad. I also figured out that the biggest motivation for me to exercise was the ability to eat more food. Needless to say, once I figured all this out, I got through the first couple weeks and after that, things started going well.

Goodbye, sandwiches with every salami known to man...
  
Imagine my surprise when, just after losing my goal weight, it started going back up! I was eating fewer calories, more veggies and fruits, and was always way under my calorie limit. Then it hit me - I wasn't eating enough calories. My body had decided that I was starving myself and that I needed to retain as much as possible. Now I have the best diet ever - keep eating until I get just below my calorie limit, and make as much of it fruit, veggies, dairy, poultry and fish as possible. Anyone have any other tips?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Where's a Dictionary When You Need One?

Actual conversation today:

Me: "Would you like chips or a drink today?"
Customer: "Is there an alternative to chips?"
Me: "Well, we have cookies you can substitute for chips in the combo meal."
Customer: "That's not an alternative to chips."
Me: [silence]
Customer: "I'll just have a drink"
Me: "Ok."

Thumper said that if you can't say something nice, don't say nuthin' at all. Hence the silence. Sometimes I wish I had a dictionary behind the cash register...

al·ter·na·tive

[awl-tur-nuh-tiv]
noun
1.
a choice limited to one of two or more possibilities, as of things, propositions, or courses of action, the selection of which precludes any other possibility: You have the alternative of riding or walking.
2.
one of the things, propositions, or courses of action that can be chosen: The alternative to riding is walking.
3.
a possible or remaining course or choice: There was no alternative but to walk.
adjective
4.
affording a choice of two or more things, propositions, or courses of action.
5.
(of two things, propositions, or courses) mutually exclusive so that if one is chosen the other must be rejected: The alternative possibilities are neutrality and war.

(Selected passages from the definitions available at dictionary.com) 
(Yes, I've been brainwashed to cite everything. Thanks, college.) 

Monday, November 7, 2011

One Plus One is THIS MANY!

 

While reading an article for a research paper, I found myself editing the article. Some believe this is hereditary (thanks, mom). As I went through the article, all those lectures by English teachers started to make sense. "Even if you're a rocket scientist, you still need to learn how to write!" A little basic math wouldn't hurt either... Here are two excerpts. (Words underlined and in bold type are my editions for the purpose of making a point).

First:
"Ten members of the First Christian Church of Boulder congregation participated in the hobbyist focus group... Six of the group said they were more inclined to visit the museum...Three indicated that viewing a virtual visit probably would not affect the likelihood of their actually visiting the museum... One said that it would depend on the museum... One indicated being less inclined..."

Ok... 6+3+1+1 = 11. Who snuck into the focus group of ten? (Better yet, 10-6-3-1-1 = -1. Take that, physics.)

Next:
"Seven members of the Colorado Mountain Club participated in the General Users group... The participants were evenly divided about how a virtual visit to a museum would affect their inclination to visit in-person."

Seven evenly divided = 3.5. I want to know more about these two .5 people. Were they on the fence about the issue? Confused? Split personality? (I hate it when I argue with myself in public...)

While amusing, I'm really starting to question whether or not I can use this article in my paper and still retain my own credibility.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Reeeally Old Poem


Found this in the archives and decided to dust it off. Minor editing done from the original (not content, just a word or two and some punctuation fixes). 

A Prayer and a Promise


Why should I be so surprised
To find I still open my eyes?
After all this time they’ve been closed,
Eventually I had to know
That someday light would lift my lids,
Uncover all that darkness hid.
Like Plato come out of the cave,
I am a queen, made from a slave.
And now I see the world around,
And add to that the touch, the sound.
Oh, I don’t claim to sense it all,
For who am I, but one so small?
I don’t leave a footprint on a stone.
When I face the ocean, I still feel alone.
No, I still don't have the answers I seek.
I’m stronger now, but still I’m weak.
But when my eyes are no longer burning
From light’s first kiss, I’ll start my journeying.
And from this day of my first breath,
I swear to me I’ll never rest.
I may fall down, I may yet bleed,
But till death be my final deed,
I’ll take my heart and all it owns,
I swear to reap whate’er is sown,
I’ll love, I’ll lose, I’ll laugh, I’ll cry,
But till I live, I’ll never die.