Archive for April, 2005

Time management

April 28, 2005 2 comments

With the new federal guidelines about how much you should exercise (1 hour for maintenance, 90 minutes for sustained weight loss), my roommates and I were inspired to make some calculations using both recommended/absolutely necessary time expenditures. Meal time is calculated as the 20 minutes you are supposed to take to eat the recommended six small meals slowly (health professionals recommend chewing slowly as well as focusing on your meal sot ht you don’t inadvertently eat too much, so no multi-tasking is allowed during mealtimes). Food prep time is included, because it’s recommended that you prepare your own food in order to regulate portion size and nutritional content.

Regular weekday:
Work: 8 hours (necessary)
Sleep: 8 hours (recommended)
Commuting: 2 hours (necessary) (If you ever intend to read a book/newspaper, do so now unless thwarted by motion sickness. If motion sickness, attempt to meditate, or listen to NPR.)
Personal hygiene: 0.6 hours (necessary)
Eating: 2 hours (recommended)
Food prep: 1 hour (recommended)
Exercise: 1 hour (recommended)

This brings us to 22.6 hours expended and 1.4 hours left free for socializing, watching movies or TV, child-rearing, and writing your congressman in protest.

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April 21, 2005 Leave a comment

Good: If I apply for the Visa card, I think they will give me $30 off my first purchase.

Bad: The only things I can think of to buy are a “Winnie the Pooh” anthology and a book of plays including one by a guy who dumped me for another chick.

I should probably just let it go, but I’m curious to know just how good he really is.

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A minor miracle, of sorts

April 20, 2005 Leave a comment

For some reason, I thought that Jeanette Winterson committed suicide a few years back, closely following the publication of The Powerbook. For years, I would visit the W section of bookstores and feel sad that I would never again look forward to a new Winterson book.

Well, it turns out that you shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet. I was in a doctor’s office, thumbing through The New Yorker (I know it sounds awfully pretentious, but I only really look at cosmetics ads, movie reviews, and cartoons), and there was an ad for her brand new book, Lighthousekeeping. A quick Google search reveals an official website, a current North American tour, and recent photos. And so the dead come back to life. And bring to us, today at least, a little more joy.

“The not of you is unbearable. I must have you. Let them prate, those scorn-eyed anti-romantics. Love is not the oil and I am not the machine. Love is you and here I am. Now.” – Jeanette Winterson, “The Poetics of Sex”

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Bulimia is SO ’87

April 18, 2005 Leave a comment

Just finished a lunch of a 5-piece chicken selects (just the “chicken,” not the combo meal) and an apple pie pair from McDonalds. This is the sort of lunch that, where I capable of being bulimic, I would be purging as I type. Well, c’est la vie, I guess.

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Because I’m too good at forgetting

April 18, 2005 Leave a comment

My baby cousin got married this weekend. It’s a bit freaky because we’ve been estranged for so long (though no fault of our own), that we really don’t know each other at all. But Matt found me and went through the trouble of contacting me, and is now including me in his family (who have all been quite warm and welcoming).

Aunt Jane says he kept a photo of me pinned to his wall all these years. (My naturalization. I’m outside the Statue of Liberty in a short sleeved dress, so it must have been a warm day. I am five, maybe six. You can see the Twin Towers in the distance. I have no memory of this.) I find this odd, because while I vaguely remember being heartbroken when he moved away, anything that happened to me prior to the age of, say, 25, is awfully fuzzy. But then, I don’t collect photographs, and I’m good at forgetting.

The wedding was fine as weddings go. (What would I know?) The dress was beautiful, the bride radiant, and the groom whatever the male version of “radiant” is. The church was bright and had a lovely round stained glass window, and the best man’s toast at the reception was both humorous and touching. Oh, and there was a fountain of chocolate.

Oddly enough, genetically related siblings DO look like each other. My mother kind of looks like all her sisters, and I have always had trouble remembering which uncle is which. (I know them by sight and can match the wives and kids correctly, but uncle Rick looks SO much like a Pat, and Uncle Pat looks SO much like a Rick.) My cousins Matt (the groom, whom my mother says has the face of a poet), Rory, and Molly all kind of look alike, and Aunt Janine’s kids look almost exactly like Uncle Pat’s. (OK, as far as I know, hers are all boys, and his are mostly girls.) Luckily, Uncle Rick adopted Marina from Russia, so she is brunette and thereby distinguishable in the sea of tiny blonde ragamuffins.

Marina’s mother Joanne wishes me to pull an Obi-Wan and encourage Marina in her martial arts. Not sure exactly how to do this, as the child is only nine. I think we usually teach kids by withholding the lollypops until class is done. I shall have to look into this.

I’m trivializing, of course. But what else can I say? That I don’t really know these people, but they seem beautiful and intelligent and loving, and probably well-meaning as well? That I think I like them and would love them if I could. That I’m sorry I don’t care more than I do, but maybe I can work up to it.

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Part of the reason I am tired…

April 15, 2005 Leave a comment

Is that I can never seem to get home from the gym before 11pm. I mean, what ails me? I ditched Crunch for New York Sports Club, in the hope that more locations would give me more opportunities to work out earlier in the day. And I do. After work and before TaeKwon-do, I do a five minute warm up and work some weight machines (preferably upper body) while I’m still in jeans. Then, without changing, I race to martial arts. But after class I still feel the need to do 20 minutes of cardio…plus more weight work (preferably lower body). Last night, they turned the lights out on me while I was still in the stretching room!

I know it sounds like I’m bragging, but really, I’m kind of worried about this.

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Angst, concluded

April 12, 2005 Leave a comment

I finally tried Macy’s, which, I guess, is my version of Mordor: The one place I don’t want to be, and the one place I have to go.

I hate Macy’s. I hate its size. I hate its location. I am indifferent to its window displays, and I hate how the store directories are hidden behind droves of cologne spraying goons.

But it is possible, at ten minutes before the 9pm closing time, to find a skirt and top combination that, while not quite fitting me or actually making me look good, for $104.44, at least does not make me look hideous.

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