limitations of the human body
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saffronhareAs bodies go, mine functions pretty darn well for me. It's not just a temple...it's MY temple. But some days, the temple is creakier than others and my mind resents the limitations of the physical. So many other folks live with with a great deal more pain and discomfort than I do on an everyday basis, but I'm wanting to grouse a bit.
Blessedly, I got my period about five days early, which means I won't be on the rag for the God Auction. That was an okay surprise, really. I don't have to deal with a lot of physical and emotional symptoms in general, but it's awfully tough to be slinky when one is bloated.
My contact lenses are not sitting well on my eyeballs today. They need to sit better. Firstly, my walking/running mileage is reaching a point where I sweat like a Gatorade commercial, and glasses just don't stay on my face very well. They also fog up on me in the heat. No fun. And Egyptian-style black eyeliner swoopies will not look cool at all with my glasses on Sunday, despite the cool purpleness of my spunky librarian frames. I'm nearsighted enough that there's no way I'm willing to do without corrective lenses. So my eyes and the contact lenses had better make friends, that's all I'm sayin'.
I really, really need an adjustment...but my next chiro appointment isn't until next Tuesday. My neck and thoracic region are really feeling awful, and I'm starting to get headaches again. Plus, there's that burr I get between my shoulder blades that makes me feel like I can't breathe when I'm stressed out. (Who's stressed out? Not me!) Diet and exercise have been pretty righteous recently, so misalignment is probably the culprit. Heaven only knows when I'd be able to get a massage, what with budget and time constraints. I guess I'll just keep on keeping on. There are worse things.
The walking/running mileage is beginning to put callouses on my feet. Not blisters, thanks to the new shoes and general care. They're useful and not particularly ugly or anything...but I'm realizing that I've become vain about my feet looking cute. No way do my feet rival the delicate smoothness of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
featherynscale, but still. I know that if I buff them down too rigorously with the pumice stone, then I'll start getting those blisters, which would be no good at all. (sigh)
In the weight loss game, I think I'm finally past a very difficult plateau. But now I'm entering a phase (which hits about every ten pounds, give or take) where I have to wait for the firmness of my skin to catch up with the loss of fat underneath it. I call it "flup." Rationally, when I see the "flup," I know it's an indication that layers of bubble wrap are disappearing. Emotionally, I really hate the way it looks in the mirror and have to work at the positive self-talk. My tits also appear to be shrinking, although the appearance of size and fullness doesn't seem to be diminished -- thanks to the improving boobs:waist ratio. I am celebrating by wearing clothes that are markedly less schlumpy and matronly...even though I feel a strange mixture of thrilled and self-conscious when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. An interesting psychological ride, this is.
There. Wasn't that more than you wanted to know?
Blessedly, I got my period about five days early, which means I won't be on the rag for the God Auction. That was an okay surprise, really. I don't have to deal with a lot of physical and emotional symptoms in general, but it's awfully tough to be slinky when one is bloated.
My contact lenses are not sitting well on my eyeballs today. They need to sit better. Firstly, my walking/running mileage is reaching a point where I sweat like a Gatorade commercial, and glasses just don't stay on my face very well. They also fog up on me in the heat. No fun. And Egyptian-style black eyeliner swoopies will not look cool at all with my glasses on Sunday, despite the cool purpleness of my spunky librarian frames. I'm nearsighted enough that there's no way I'm willing to do without corrective lenses. So my eyes and the contact lenses had better make friends, that's all I'm sayin'.
I really, really need an adjustment...but my next chiro appointment isn't until next Tuesday. My neck and thoracic region are really feeling awful, and I'm starting to get headaches again. Plus, there's that burr I get between my shoulder blades that makes me feel like I can't breathe when I'm stressed out. (Who's stressed out? Not me!) Diet and exercise have been pretty righteous recently, so misalignment is probably the culprit. Heaven only knows when I'd be able to get a massage, what with budget and time constraints. I guess I'll just keep on keeping on. There are worse things.
The walking/running mileage is beginning to put callouses on my feet. Not blisters, thanks to the new shoes and general care. They're useful and not particularly ugly or anything...but I'm realizing that I've become vain about my feet looking cute. No way do my feet rival the delicate smoothness of
featherynscale, but still. I know that if I buff them down too rigorously with the pumice stone, then I'll start getting those blisters, which would be no good at all. (sigh) In the weight loss game, I think I'm finally past a very difficult plateau. But now I'm entering a phase (which hits about every ten pounds, give or take) where I have to wait for the firmness of my skin to catch up with the loss of fat underneath it. I call it "flup." Rationally, when I see the "flup," I know it's an indication that layers of bubble wrap are disappearing. Emotionally, I really hate the way it looks in the mirror and have to work at the positive self-talk. My tits also appear to be shrinking, although the appearance of size and fullness doesn't seem to be diminished -- thanks to the improving boobs:waist ratio. I am celebrating by wearing clothes that are markedly less schlumpy and matronly...even though I feel a strange mixture of thrilled and self-conscious when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. An interesting psychological ride, this is.
There. Wasn't that more than you wanted to know?
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Date: 2006-07-07 09:34 pm (UTC)However, being able to walk miles without having an asthma attack, being winded, feeling the need to stop is nice. Now I just need to get my feet under control... Let me know if you find something that works as I am still playing with things.
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Date: 2006-07-07 09:36 pm (UTC)question...
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Date: 2006-07-08 02:28 am (UTC)Re: question...
Date: 2006-07-08 07:06 pm (UTC)In the major cities, the patron for the year was chosen by competitive donations of cash and food to different temples. The temple that collected the most received honor as patron for the following year, but was also responsible for caring for the poor and hungry, etc. That's a vast oversimplification, but you get the picture.
We use it as a fundraiser for the community and a tremendous collection driver for Harvesters, as well as the selection of a thematic patron for the next year. $1 = 1 point = 1 item of food...the deity with the most at the end, wins.
It's an unpredictable and mildly blasphemous event, as rituals go, but it's become ancient and venerable as a tradtion. This is our fourth year, and the "contestants" are Oghma, Ganesh, Hestia, and Bast (chosen by penny auction a bit earlier in the year).
Does that help?