Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Can I blame it on menopause?

I was reading an article the other day about how exercising like a maniac doesn't usually end up helping us lose weight. Guess why? (It's SO obvious.)

Exercise makes us hungrier and therefore we eat more.

Tell me about it. When I ride my bike to work, I'm ravenous; by 10:39, I start watching the clock, and must eat my lunch right at noon.

So I thought I'd start a food diary, with apologies to these folks. Today, so far - it's 5:07 - I've had a custard bun, a coffee, 3 pieces of gum (sugarless, haha), roughly seven "toasted almond" truffles (I got them for my birthday), Weight-w@tchers "Santa-Fe-style rice and beans", about 30 almonds (I love almonds), two glasses of water, and an apple (which I admit I probably ate because I'm ashamed of succumbing to the custard bun this morning).

I'm starting to wonder if maybe my weight gain isn't related to (peri)menopause after all.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Not as normal

In the car today, Charlie said, "I like talking to Daddy on the phone better than I like talking to you on the phone."

"Why?!!!" I said.

"Because Daddy's more normal."

"What? What does that mean, honey?"

"You're not as normal."

"So what am I?"

"You're (pause) unique."

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Peace Weirdness Stress, with apologies to Eat Pray Love

Last night we got up at 4 a.m. to go sit on the balcony and watch the northeast sky. Sadly, I didn't see a single meteor, but it was cool and peaceful and quiet, with just the rumbling of the city to listen to.

Then we went back to bed, and as I slept I dreamt of horrible Jobsite X! Arrgh. My old boss called me for a meeting. I went. She demanded to know why I quit, and accused me of spreading slander about the company. She accused me of "disliking the corporate structure". I retorted, "I was supposed to write a blog for the CEO and you forbade me from speaking to him."

Then, as with dreams, things got weird. My other boss (as you recall, I had several) appeared wearing green hair and green lipstick. Hundreds of people crowded the atrium of the building to prevent me from leaving. Hours and hours later, sobbing and weeping, I managed to get to the subway, but they wouldn't accept my ticket, and they sent me back into the building.

I was very happy to wake up and realize I was coming here, to good ol' Jobsite I.

Tomorrow, Charlie has to have anesthetic for dental surgery. Actual anesthetic. I will be so very, very happy when it's over.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

The air is sweet and I'm smilin'

Someone did me a good deed today. I got back from doing an errand and found that there were flowers on my desk from a dear friend and co-worker who thought it'd be nice to get them the day before my birthday, so I can enjoy them today and tomorrow.

Plus I got a hot dog from a nearby vendor today - and he gave me a free pop! He told me I looked like I was in a good mood; I told him I was happy because it was my birthday tomorrow (I love my birthday), so he gave me a root beer.


Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I take the lane

Every day, as I ride up and down the city, my brain moves along its own route collecting all sorts of scrap thoughts. Some of them stick and become this blog, and others just slide away.

On my way to work - the down part of the daily journey - I saw:
• Construction on practically every single street I rode on. Either road work, or reno work, or total new construction from an old house being knocked down and a new one going up. If you want to live in fancy Forest Hill, you'd better realize you're moving into a dusty, noisy, road-blocky-offy - albeit leafy and expensive - enclave.

• A whole lot of garbage and recycling trucks now that the strike is over. I know everyone's glad to see them, but man, it sure was nice not having them out on the road. Tho cement trucks and extra-wide yard service trucks terrify me the most.

On my way home - the up segment - I saw:
• A "State Police" car, parked next to a couple of pilons. This little block in the university campus is used for movie shoots all time. Why this block so often? Dunno.

• A woman sitting in the driver's seat of a Porsche Carrera. Think about it. How many times have you seen a woman sitting in the driver's seat of such a vehicle? To add to the spectacle, she was talking on a cell phone.

• I also passed three or four other cyclists. Usually people are passing me, but clearly, I'm becoming a bone fide road warrior.

Speaking of my becoming a road warrior, something I've discovered en route home is the best way to turn left at a particular intersection that was driving me nuts: take the lane. There are times to be timid and times to be bold, and at this intersection, you have to just be entitled, be a vehicle and do it. There's an advanced green, which is nice and long, and I've tried every other way to turn left - walking the crosswalks (interminable), riding across the crosswalks (unsafe), using the crosswalk to sneak in front of the front car in the left lane (stupid and obnoxious), hanging out to the right of the front car in the left lane and signalling lamely (stupid and unsafe cuz the car behind may be planning to zoom past you meekly trying to turn left), and hanging out too far to the left at the front of the left lane (the next car will sit unsafely beside you, only to almost run you down as it turns left also).

So the past two days, I've boldly taken the lane, and it feels like the absolute safest way to do it. I signal boldly, I'm geared down so I can take off quickly when the light changes, and I've been wearing a bright orange shirt. Always a good cycling policy.

Here's a cool website I picked up from reading a very cool blog called Road Warrior (OMG! I thought I was the R.W.), anyway, he points to a site that has a whole bunch of gorgeous photos from the Tour de France by Brent Humphreys. Here's just one: