Book Talk.

Book Talk.

I’m giving a book talk about The I’m Possible Journey: Learning to Live with Sugar Addiction. It’s tonight at 6:30 pm at the East Hampton Public Library in (where else would it be) East Hampton. It’s the library where I first found validation for my sugar addiction and hope to manage it (instead of it managing me).

I found it interesting that our local NPR station had an interview with the author of that book this afternoon. Kathleen DesMaisons, PhD, sent me an email (I’m on the mailing list, we’re not personal acquaintances) telling about the Colin McEnroe show and her appearance on it. I didn’t listen to it live, but I did figure out how to listen to the podcast of it later. Here’s the link if you’d like to listen to it, too. Sugar Show Podcast.

I’m not sure how many people will be at the talk tonight. I think there will be at least six. The librarian put on the flyers that I would be serving no sugar added treats. Perhaps that will be a draw. I have chocobanana seed crackers, apple spice cake, and almond macaroonish candies. All with no sugar added. My testers have approved. Will I see you there?

I did some practicing for my talk that included me recording myself reading a poem. I uploaded it to YouTube and it’s What about guilt?

I have my baked goods prepared. I have a stack of books and a pen to sign them should anyone want to buy a copy or two or three! I have before pictures and after pictures, but the big picture will be me in my healthy weight range managing my sugar addiction into a seventh year.

It wasn’t impossible. Because I found out what I could do and did it. I’m Possible. And you are, too!

 

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Doing the Write Thing.

Doing the Write Thing.

I’ve been doing my writing on the Weight Watchers Connect site lately. It’s not my favorite place to write because it’s a bit awkward typing on my phone and there’s not much interaction with people. But then again….

Here’s something from this morning. I woke up in rhyming mode. Put on your life preserver. This is stream of consciousness rapid rafting. Or maybe it’s rapping. Continue reading “Doing the Write Thing.”

Changing a Tire.

Changing a Tire.

A couple of months ago, I had to get new tires for my minivan. I jokingly said my van was getting retired, never thinking that my husband would soon be offered a retirement package from his long time employer. We had been exploring retirement planning options and thinking about years from now. But things changed and his retirement starts this afternoon. He will be retired.

I suppose I could go into a commentary about Goodyears. And that’s what we hope to have in this next phase. We have a lot of good years behind us. But this is front wheel drive. Looking forward to a new chapter. And once he decompresses from the stresses of work, he may be a new chap!  Continue reading “Changing a Tire.”

Explosion in a Spaghetti Factory.

Explosion in a Spaghetti Factory.

This is a phrase a dearly departed friend of mine used to say when things seemed messed up beyond belief. And it might be the most apt description of some of my thoughts last week. (I didn’t get back to this post until a week or more later than I started it). I’m just going to add to it, though. Because I think it is telling.) Continue reading “Explosion in a Spaghetti Factory.”

Things I do Write.

Things I do Write.

Sometimes I feel in a downward trend

With addiction and its wiles

While all around me are things that are good,

Good, in spite of any trials.

My auto correct changed up “things” to “thanks”

And perhaps that is something that’s right.

Thankfulness growing within my heart

Crowds out a discouraging blight.

 

I could type, for better or verse,

Lots of things I’ve done wrong

And though I like the color blues

It’s not my favorite song.

Dwelling on the negative thoughts,

I feel myself starting to sink

When what I need is a positive feed

To write on my focus or think!

I was thinking about whining this morning. It doesn’t take much to change it into winning”

There’s no need for “whining”

Or sour grapes

When what I’d rather is win

I’ll knock the “h” down and switch it around

To “winning” right from begin!

I had a good day today. Among other good things, there was no grazing on my part. I was able to laugh when I drove by the sign for Mooween State Park on my way home from Rhode Island this afternoon. (Just in case you don’t see it, Moo-ween is awfully close to my name when I’ve been grazing like a cow. Moo-reen Maureen!) I took the back roads because I was driving the Miata. It felt right. Things are looking up when I drive the Miata. At least, I am–there’s nowhere else to look!

 

 

Apostrophe. A Pause Trophy. Another look.

Apostrophe. A Pause Trophy. Another look.

I was thinking about impossible to I’m possible. The difference is an apostrophe and a bit of space. Because I play with word sounds and meanings, I find a bit of help in thinking of an apostrophe as A Pause, Trophy. As in: just wait a bit and think it over. Get some space. It can lead to a victory. Instead of impossible, I’m Possible.

I once wrote a poem about the pause, or hesitation:

She who hesitates has gained a tiny bit of wait. Just enough time to think again–a helpful weight loss trait! I gain so much when I count the cost of a mouthful or morsel or bite. And lose the thought of “eat right now” that makes the clothes grow tight! There’s full scale value in counting the cost. For she who hesitates enough will find that she has lost!

This time, when I was looking at the apostrophe, I was thinking of what it stands for. It’s actually taking the place of the “A” in I am! And then I paused to consider A:

The A team, the A game, the Alpha, first things first. It’s what really makes me possible on the best of days or worst.  A is for acknowledging the one I ask for help and A is in accepting the answer to my yelp. I liked this thought about the A. It also goes with my plan of awareness, acceptance, and adapting. To realize: Actually, I can!

I’ve been under a bit of stress lately. Along with thoughts of A, I find it helpful to take Omega 3 supplements. They seem to calm anxiety in me without taking away my feelings. I’m not a doctor, or a nurse. I’m an amateur wordsmith who works in verse. I’m thankful for help along the way to I put first things first each and every day.

Last week, I got another notice from Shutterfly.com. They were offering free extra pages in photo books again! I took the opportunity to edit my prototype cookbook. (I used to work as a secretary, so I guess I could consider myself a professional typist!) I changed the size of my sample book to 8×8 inches for a less expensive version. I also took out recipes that could be dangerous to people having trouble with certain foods (rhubarb custard pie, Irish soda bread, Wachtalies, to name a few). I left the biscotti and spice cookie recipes in because I’ve come up with gluten free, dairy free, and no sugar added versions of them that are actually edible.

The deadline for the special was midnight on Sunday but I wasn’t sure what time zone it was in. I finished up and ordered my copies at midnight, Mountain Daylight Time, which was actually 2 a.m. my time. When I woke up enough to check on Monday, I discovered the deadline had been extended to October 18th.

Instead of being irritated, I’m feeling glad for the work I got done. The book is still in the early stages, but if anyone is interested in purchasing a sample copy during the special Shutterfly sale, leave me a comment with a way to get in touch with you. I’ll send you a link to my Shutterfly site.

I do not benefit from the sale of this sample book unless I get feedback about it. Constructive criticism or outright compliments are welcome! I’ll be happy to give credit in the final version! I’m going to be drafting a cookbook proposal soon. I’m looking for the right ring and a bit of encouragement! (By the way, there are no recipes for can’telope in my book.)

Getting rid of Hang-ups.

Getting rid of Hang-ups.

I’ve been working on a closet project. The calendar shows the season of fall is here, but there seems to be a hang up in the weather. (High eighties and humid.) So whether or not to put the summer clothes away and move into fall and winter is the question. Hang? er not? I started the transition, but my closet needed a clean out.

The answer for my closet project last week was to get rid of the excess hangers, or as I like to call them sometimes, hang-ups. I think that could be a good way to approach major projects in general (is that a colonel of wisdom?).

What is the hang up? Can I just toss it out? Or at least remove it to a different place so I can move forward with this particular goal? Will it be useful again? Or is it time to pitch it? It’s a home run-down if I hang onto hangups that don’t work for me. (This goes for clothes I just don’t like or don’t wear, as well as the metal, wood, or plastic devises that keep them on the closet rod.)

Which leads me to the idea of hangups offending (off-ending, or messing up a goal). I think I’m onto something big. Sometimes hang ups get tangled together. Reach for one and it doesn’t come clean. Or it brings out a bunch and makes a mess. Better to keep the hangups to a minimum, I think.

But back to the closet. I like the idea of the closet being a place of change. It’s easier to change if there’s not a lot of clutter, including hangups, in the way.  This is a multi-level thought that I want to ponder for awhile.  It may seem like I’ve already pun-dered it to death, but I think I need to think about it until I get to the “oh” moment. That may be the key to changing the “mom meant” to do something to try-umph.

Writing my thoughts has been a big part of me changing my paradigm about how I eat. It may seem like a hangup to need write about things, but I find it helps me keep order. Sometimes I write to distract myself from eating between meals. Other times, I write to explore my thoughts from a different angle.

Originally, I shared my thoughts on the Weight Watchers community blog site. I was using the Weight Watchers online tracking tools along with some sugar addiction management rules to try to get some control over my health. (I had some hang-ups about my Weight Watchers meeting room memories.) I lost a lot of weight, got rid of some hang ups, and I gained a support group.

With the encouragement of a lot of people, I published a book from my Weight Watchers blogging experience. It’s helped me when I’ve gone back and remembered how I used to be (obese and unhealthy) and how I changed. I’ve had positive feedback to let me know that sharing my thoughts has helped others in their journeys.

Weight Watchers discontinued the blogging site last year and I started blogging more (e’en) here. I’ve also tried to use Weight Watchers Connect. I’ve had ups and downs with my addiction management. I think that has to do with life. I haven’t gone back to eating sugar, but I struggle with eating between meals as an emotional or stress reaction. (Food does provide a fleeting measure of relief, but it’s too close to self medication or using drugs for this addict.)

I don’t write as often as I used to. Perhaps I’ve accumulated some hang-ups along the way? It’s a continual process. Working on, or in, the closets. Seeking to change. For the better. It’s worth it.

PS. I’ve had a lot of requests to publish a cookbook. But I’ve also had a lot of hang-ups about doing it. The project seemed way to big for me.  A special deal for free extra pages in photo books with Shutterfly helped me get past one hangup: I needed to see what I could do without spending a huge amount of money.

I put together my first attempt at a cookbook last week. Soon, I’ll have a physical book I can work from. I’ll be able to see what works and what doesn’t. I’ll be able to see what quality pictures I need. I’ll be able to get feedback about how to organize the recipes and what else I can include. I think this book will toss out a lot of hangups, too. What has seemed impossible may just turn out to be I’m Possible again. The I’m Possible Chef.

 

 

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