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1) Sick. Have been so for over a week with a cold that fluctuates between giving me a few sniffles here and there and leaving me feeling like a plague victim. After sleeping about 18 hours Monday (aided by furry water bottles in the form of two cats and a dog), I'm up and moving around, but everyone still sounds like they're underwater.

2) Moving. Ack! From a two-story townhome with garage on the edge of town to a single-story house with a cellar in my favorite part of town and in walking distance to almost everything. And did I mention the built-in cupboards in the "new" place? They're everywhere. I love them. With all the bookshelves we're bringing with us, we may actually have space for ALL of our books now. Until we buy more, that is. And of course, there are all the hassles of moving to be dealt with over the next month. Did I mention I hate moving? With a firey passion that burns greater than a thousand suns? It sets off pretty much every trigger I have about security and "my stuff".

3) Item 2 sort of derailed my 52 project for now. I'm going to have some serious catching up to do after March, or I won't be pleased with myself at all. At least I'm still managing to write a bit every day.
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About three months ago, I had an appointment with my rheumatologist. Nothing fancy, just my regular check-up for lupus-medication maintenance.

Part of the process is, of course, getting weighed. I don't keep a scale at home, because I think the opportunity to check your weight daily can sometimes lead to bad obsessions with it. Particularly for any teenaged girls you might (ahem) happen to have living with you. So I prefer just to note how much I weigh each time I go to the doctor.

I've known for a while years that I really-need-to-lose-weight. For my health, just as much as for the I-dislike-the-way-I-look-when-photographed reason. I tried swimming after work on and off, but it doesn't fit into my schedule that easily right now, and I sort of wandered away from it. I mean, I really don't think I could (or should) go back to what I weighed in high school or college, when my mother thought I was anorexic* and I got bruises from lying on my hip-bones. But weighing half-again as much as I did then truly isn't acceptable either. That weigh-in three months ago was the last straw.

So, I rearranged my eating habits a bit:

Started eating breakfast instead of just drinking coffee.

Laid off the soda (almost) entirely. Easiest calorie-reduction plan ever.

Tried very hard not to have late-night snacks. (Still trying - this one is a tough sell for my tummy - but I've improved.)

And, I started walking. Trying for 30-45 minutes every day. I usually walk during my lunch breaks on campus. Bonus incentives - [livejournal.com profile] radcliffe usually joins me. And it's an excuse to expand my parasol collection - walking at noon in Kansas is a hot proposition.

Results so far - When I went back to the doctor on Tuesday, I weighed 20 lbs less than I did the last time. Hooray!

*For the record, I was definitely NOT anorexic - ask anyone who used to go to dinner with me back then. I just never sat down.
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For no discernable reason, I have Nancy Sinatra's Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) playing in my head. It's not like I've watched Kill Bill recently or anything. No, really, that's not sarcasm - I haven't.

Lyrics here, in case you were wondering )

In other news, no major progress on purging the house this weekend. I did get rid of a car-load of recycling (including filling the back and front passenger seats), but that feels like running in place. And I mowed the lawn. Which, while neccessary, never really feels satisfying to me because I know I'll just have to do it again. At least it's excercise.

Instead of other progress on the house, we took advantage of the gorgeous weather on Saturday and larked off to Topeka to visit both branches of Dean's Used Books (where I was able to replace three of the paperbacks that I lost to termites and flooding in New York lo these many years ago), drop in unexpectedly on friends we don't see often enough, and eat lunch at Bobo's Drive-In (yes, the one featured on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives). Bobo's does in fact, make a tasty burger. The onion rings are also quite nice - not greasy, and not actually rings (they chop them in half), so they're easier to eat. We finished up the day with the latest episode of Doctor Who, and watching the KC Wizards game (they won).

Sunday included the previously mentioned recycling trip, hauling Electic Boogaloo all over creation (but now I know where her boyfriend lives, so that's good), and watching a lot of television. That would be Doctor Who (again), The Pacific, and the premiers of the Tudors and Treme. Oh, and some random football matches here and there.

As for excercise - I'm now on my second week of walking across campus at lunch time. I usually get in one circuit of stair climbing here in the library most days, but it just seemed silly to waste such a pretty campus and nice weather by eating lunch here at my desk. Also, when I venture outside, I get rewarded by silliness; like the hula hoop give-away that was happening on campus today. Yes, I may very well have attempted hula-hooping on the lawn of the administrative building. Ha! So, outdoors it is, until it gets too ridiculously hot to think about going out at noon. As an added incentive, [livejournal.com profile] radcliffe has agreed to join me on my perambulations, so now I will have conversation and excercise! This is made of win! (She got a hula-hoop, too.) Now if I could just find somewhere to play double-dutch jump rope again, my routine would be complete... :)
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The trouble with wearing easily recognizable clothing that people have been complimenting all day is that it makes knocking down the delivery guy and running away with the brand new desktop Mac he's carrying a bit too complicated. Curse you, Superman jersey, for keeping me honest!


When my reality gets in my Renaissance Festival, these are not two great things that taste great together. We're missing the last weekend for a variety of real-life reasons that cannot be denied. Among the work deadlines and family obligations that have come up over the last week for this weekend that can't be put off, there is also the matter of an Electric Boogaloo who is really sick, poor kid. And running off to faire when she's sick, can't go, and really wants to be there just seems a bit, well, mean. It would earn me a few points in the Wicked Step-Mother's Union, though...


We just found out that EB's Winter Choir concert selections will all be in Latin. Obviously, this calls for her father and I to attend in full Victorian-era dress. Most other teens would be horrified by this thought. Electric Boogaloo, of course, is all for it.
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We are giving the BBC a giggle this morning. The announcers on BBC America were nearly laughing aloud during their broadcast.

Because seriously, how many other countries can have a news day like this?

President Barack Obama Awarded Nobel Peace Prize

On the same day that

NASA bombs the moon?

In local news, I had a really nice time last night. (And Hooray for [livejournal.com profile] everflame and her awesome accomplishment!)

This morning I am strangely dizzy. Not feverish, or with a sore throat, or anything else that feels wrong. Just mildly dizzy. I think perhaps my ears are stuffed up?
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That's what it feels like, anyway.

I seem to have a great many germs embedded in my gums. Every time I go in for a cleaning, I end up sick the next day. Last time it was intensely ill but only for a day. This time it was more of a run-down, on-and-off feverish sort of thing that lasted most of the weekend.

Consequently, I ended up not attending my 20th High School Reunion. And missing our front gate shift at faire. And mostly sitting around the house feeling very "bleh".

Except when I cleaned the kitchen and made a new hooded half-cloak for Teenager 2. Because I would have gone crazy if I hadn't accomplished anything all weekend. The cloak turned out very pretty, and should be super-warm, since I lined it with polar fleece. I think I want one now.

Being a bit stressed by our current house hunt probably doesn't help...

*fingers crossed for good news*
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Well, not really the pain so much as the numbness that makes it near impossible to eat and drink. And I'm quite hungry. :( I saw the dentist this morning for Round One of my deep cleanings, and now I feel rather like I've been punched in the jaw.

In better news, according to my hygenist I must have really awesome genetics for bone and tooth structure. In spite of several years of no-insurance-having neglect on my teeth, I have remarkably few problems. So, YAY.

And, Owww.
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The following links to an article about the French government debating whether or not it should require digitally altered photographs to be labeled as such. Basically, if a picture has been changed - airbrushed, blemishes removed, bikini lines virtually waxed, whatever, they want a label somewhere on it that clearly states "This image is a lie."

French MPs want health warnings on airbrushed photos

The stated reason? Quoted from the article - "These photos can lead people to believe in a reality that does not actually exist, and have a detrimental effect on adolescents. "Many young people, particularly girls, do not know the difference between the virtual and reality, and can develop complexes from a very young age. In some cases this leads to anorexia or bulimia and very serious health problems." - MP Valerie Boyer.

On the face of it this may seem like a commendable idea. Obviously, no one wants yet more young girls developing complexes and eating disorders. And looking at glossy photos of impossibly beautiful women when one is in the midst of developing one's own body image can suck.

But couldn't we just, I don't know...educate children about marketing and publicity? We actually had a unit about this in grade school, where we learned about different advertising ploys and how to spot them. And I certainly remember my mother explaining to me before I even started school that the "BEST THING EVER!" I had seen on TV wouldn't actually work that way at home.

Do French teens really need a babysitter to tell them that the photo is a lie?


It's LOG!


Sep. 28th, 2009 02:50 pm
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In an effort to switch my eating habits around so I stop consuming most of my food for the day after 5 pm, I actually ate breakfast this morning. Well, yogurt with my coffee. Sadly, instead of helping me to feel bright and shiny and alert, I ended up feeling sluglike...or perhaps snakelike - I could certainly do with some lying in the sun and digesting time. I also ate lunch, but not a very big one, and nothing that I wouldn't normally consume. I do not know what is up with this extreme roly-poly feeling and serious need for a nap, but it is un-frakkin-pleasant.
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Mostly for my own interest, a new lupus drug may be in the offering in the next couple of years.

New Lupus Drug Being Tested

HG's New Lupus Drug Shows Promise

Fingers Crossed.
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Weight is up, endurance is down. Stairclimbing an average of 15 minutes a day is obviously not enough. To counteract these things, I started swimming last night. Score: Laura 1, Body 0. Owww. I way overestimated the length of time I can currently spend swimming laps. My legs were literally wobbling when I got out of the pool. Answer is of course, swimming more often for less time. Good thing I like swimming.


Positive Reinforcement.

I support Barack Obamba for President because he actually answers my questions:

And because I agree with Joe Biden about a lot of issues.

And because I want smart, honest people in charge of my country.

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I saved my first post so that it could be this one:

[livejournal.com profile] gmskarka is officially cancer free!

For those who came in late, or don't read his journal - he was diagnosed with a thick malignant melanoma on his upper left thigh the first week of this year. Scary! If you want more info, he posted plenty of it. Go. Read.

Men...GO TO THE DOCTOR! Ahem...

His surgery was yesterday, and the news was all good. :D They removed the melanoma and tested several of his lymph nodes, and the tests all came back negative for cancer. Yay! There are plenty of other details, of course, but the important one is that his cancerous cells decided to sit in one place and make a giant, ugly lump on his leg instead of retracting further into his body, so they were easily and completely taken out. If you see me performing Snoopy's happy dance any time in the next week or so, that's why.

He still has plenty of doctor's visits and boredom to look foreward to, since he can't get upstairs to the computer for a few days, but that's news he can live with.

And many, many thanks to all of you lovely people for your kindess, support and comfort while we were busy freaking out.



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