Sunday Personals: Seeking Accountability Coach

In keeping with Havi Brooks’ latest (and I have to say, awesome) ritual of posting a personal ad each Sunday for all manner of things she needs, I am going to do the same.

 

I am looking for an Accountability Coach.

 

What is an Accountability Coach you ask? Well, let me tell you what I think it is.

First, some background. I need/want to lose weight. I’m tired of saying it. I’m tired of thinking it. I’m tired of having limited costume options and I’m tired of headaches, which I could probably cure if my structure wasn’t under the duress I’m placing on it.

I’m tired and I’m tired of being tired.

I have discovered I can lose weight if I pay attention. If I plan my meals and track my calorie intake and workouts it’s actually pretty easy.

So, of course I don’t do it.

Because it’s change and change is uncomfortable which in turn creates anxiety and resistance.

I need someone to be accountable to, to get me through that resistance to success.

I’ve tried working with a friend, but when you’re working on an uncomfortable change together what happens is that two weeks down the road, someone doesn’t call and then other doesn’t say anything because they’re actually glad they didn’t call because they ate a whole bag of Oreos and don’t want to tell anyone. I’ve also tried the friend that isn’t working on the same goal and two weeks down the road when I haven’t done the things I said I was going to the friend doesn’t take me to task in a nice non brow-beating way because that’s not how friends are with each other and the friend loves me no matter what I weigh.

I don’t need anyone to design a workout or an eating plan or any of that. I’m good with making the plans and doing the research. I’m just not good at executing the plan over time.

So, I’m looking for an Accountability Coach.

 

The Terms:

  • I pay you a small amount (about $20 feels right to me) to check up on me weekly: review the goals from the previous week and make sure the goals are set for the next week. I think it would take 15-30 minutes weekly.
  • Together we would come up with rewards for achieving my stated goals (like a pedicure!) and non-shaming punishments if I don’t (maybe I don’t get the computer for a day).
  • I would also love it if we could also move into other areas where I could use some accountability like singing practice and laundry. I assume with the right person this would happen naturally.

Who this could be:

  • You are probably a Virgo but I’m open to other astrological signs. (I jest! It’s just that writing that makes me laugh)
  • Someone who’s just getting into being a coach or personal trainer and is looking for a client (albeit a somewhat unorthodox one).
  • Someone who knows me and thinks they’re strong enough to face my resistance
  • I’m open to surprises.

 

What I promise:

  • To give you lots of practice at Resistance Whispering. What can I say, I produce resistance in industrial size quantities.
  • Testimonials, tons of referrals, and perhaps a blog entry or two waxing eloquent about your awesomeness. Who doesn’t need that?
  • My honesty. Even if I ate an entire tub of dill pickle dip.

 

I know my right person is reading this. If you think that’s you, leave me a comment. I’ll get your email address when you submit your comment and contact you directly.

What I don’t want is to be contacted by people that have a weight loss programme to sell. I don’t want to go the Jenny Craig, SureSlim, Weight Watchers, Dr. Bernstein, yada yada yada type routes. I know they work for some people. I guarantee you I’m not your right people.

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Hellooooooo!!!

Okay, I have to post something just to post something. I’m posting an imperfect, uninteresting, poorly written post so I can stop putting it off until I can do the opposite of what I just listed.

I’m here. I’m back. I didn’t really leave. I just got stuck. Sort of lost in a world without words.

To summarize:

  • I’ve been thinking lots of thoughts.
  • Things are changing, (in a good way).
  • I’ve been showing up more often and even taking a few risks.
  • I’m making an effort to bring my ideas into the light of day.
  • I have a new-to-me car relieving a huge amount of daily stress for me.
  • The almost-done studio has become a source of real joy and peace for me.
  • Revelation: I need to spend more time WITH people. In this time with few words, my conversation skills have atrophied. If you encounter me in real life and I seem odd. I’m sorry. Don’t leave. I just need to practice talking to people again.

That is all.

Enough about me. How have you been? I’ve missed you.

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Ode to an Escaped Feather

Oh lusty feather,

Who once poked the spines of those

          who leaned for comfort

on overly expensive throw cushions.

Spine meeting spine.

You once clung to the back of a brown spotted bird

         of some kind,

If your brown spots are any indication–

And I think it might be–

Although I hope it wasn’t a flight-less bird

Lest my metaphor be screwed.

 

Some minion of a captain of industry

Plucked you from flight

And stuffed you with your brothers, sisters, cousins thrice removed

          and possibly some ex-girlfriends

Into a puffy square

Locked by a zipper.

 

Zipper’s a funny word isn’t it?

 

Zipper.

 

But you, brave feather

Did not accept your fate,

You worked your surprisingly strong spine through layers of fiber and self-esteem issues

I will not be pigeon-holed!” you declared without even apologizing for the terrible pun.

 

And this fateful morning, you found yourself outside of your prison of comfort

Not far outside, mind you,

(Perhaps that part of the plan wasn’t entirely clear to you)

But outside nonetheless

Released from your confines, your boundaries.

 

And now, what adventures await you?

 

I could glue you into my book

A prisoner of unlikely metaphor and strange poetry

But that would not be true to the spirit of my ode.

 

I’ve endowed you with the Homeric spirit and so off on your Odyssey you’ll go.

I will assist you in finding a portal and a small gust of air,

Because we all need a guide and a favouring breeze,

But beyond that, you are perfectly equipped for the journey.

Happy travels Little Feather.

It’s considered good form to send a postcard now and then.

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It’s too hot to blog or bjournal or whatever

As I’m currently irritated by everything that’s warm including the hot breeze that’s coming off my computer, please amuse yourselves in the archives. I will be back if I can find a computer terminal in an air conditioned building. But don’t count on it.

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Have you seen SunSilk Hairapy Anti-Poof 24/7 Hair Creme?

If my life wasn’t complicated enough, it seems it’s getting harder and harder to find SunSilk Hairapy Anti-Poof 24/7 Hair Creme.

Wanted. Anti-Poof Hairapy Creme

Wanted. Anti-Poof Hairapy Creme

I was at Shopper’s Drug Mart the other day (to fill a prescription thank you), home of the nefarious Allude Pantyhose brand.

Sidenote: I’m pleased to say I’m getting a fair amount of traffic from people searching for Allude and Shoppers pantyhose, so I can only assume that means there are other unhappy hosiery purchasers out there. Happy to provide a public service.

Anyway, the product wasn’t on the shelf and so I asked the very unhelpful trainee if they were carrying it anymore. Although I could see her rolling her eyes on the inside, she dutifully discovered that Shopper’s has discontinued stocking it.

Strike 2 for Shoppers.

But I’ve noticed it’s getting harder to find it at lots of places, and most ominoulsy it’s not listed at the SunSilk website.

I’ve emailed them, but I think I will find the product line has been discontinued.

ARGH!

In the entire history of hair products, this has been the only one to tame my hair the way I want it. It gives me beautiful defined curls that don’t frizz. I cannot be alone in this. Why discontinue my product?

Here’s my totally unfounded theory. I think it’s because anti-frizz is all the rage these days. Not as many people think they have a poof problem. But I think the powers that be mis-named the product, because I find this one both gives me beautiful curls (better than the curls product) and tames the frizzies (better than the anti-frizz product).

Do you think it’s possible I’m no longer a demographic? My tastes and buying patterns are no longer a factor? How could they not want my money? 

So, if you see any, buy me a few bottles. I’ll gladly reimburse you.

I may have to resort to buying the remaining stock from Amazon for goodness’ sake.

I feel chastened though, because when I go to the Amazon site, and note that someone else feels the same way about the Anti-Poof creme, I then noticed that the active forum topics at the bottom are discussing Obama’s health-care initiative.

What care I for health care when I’m running low on my favourite hair product?!?! I ask you. I’ve got to have priorities.

Besides I’m Canadian.

Update: It’s official. The anti-poof line has *poof* disappeared. Received the following note from the folks at SunSilk:

Thank you for writing!

 The product you have contacted us about has been discontinued.  We are sorry that we do not have any remaining stock.

 Our company’s goal is to provide consumers with a variety of products to meet their needs and preferences.  As you know, marketing is complex function, and many business factors are taken into consideration prior to discontinuing a product.  However, consumer demand is a major factor.  When the level of demand is insufficient to ensure that consumers receive high quality products at an affordable price, the product may be discontinued.

 We apologize that this product is no longer available and hope you will continue to enjoy our products.

 Thanks for your interest!

Your friends at Sunsilk

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Read it again and again and again Mommy.

The five-year-old has a new obsession:

The book that must be read every day

Cars and Trucks and Things that Go.

The book is missing its cover, the first 8 pages and comes in two sections, courtesy of the abuse he bestowed upon it when he didn’t want to read it every night.

I mean I’m all for reading but sheesh 68 pages!? PLUS, all the labels on all the machines (about 20 per spread), some dialogue here and there AND you need to find Goldbug on every page. Reading the whole thing can take a solid 45 minutes.

I find it daunting. Won’t he like reading just as much if we read “Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus” instead? That one has only like 20 pages and about 10 words on each page. PLUS, if you do good voices you can look like super parent without killing yourself.

But no, it has to be Cars and Trucks and Things That Go, otherwise I get drama and big puppy dog eyes.

Anyhoo, I didn’t bring the book up just to complain (although I do love me a good complaint now and then). Nope, what I wanted to tell you was the other night, when the evening demand came, I suggested the five-year-old read the book to me.

And by God, that kid has about 95% of that book memorized. Memorized. Complete with word-for-word phrasing and vocal inflections.

I was impressed. I mean did I mention that this book is nearly 70 pages long (minus the missing first 8)? That is an achievement.

This is what it’s like to have a brain that isn’t filled with the multiplication tables, a grocery list, and all the lyrics from the Synchronity album. There’s room for memorizing 70 page long kid’s books.

As I’ve noticed before, this child has some impressive gray matter.

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Ode to a lost feild.

If you follow my sister’s blog (or are my sister) you may already be aware that my mother has started going through 2 steamer trunks full of old schoolwork. If not, catch up here.

I found an undated, unsigned essay which got placed in my pile, so it might be mine. It might also be my sister’s.

In case it isn’t clear from the essay, we had an empty field next to our childhood house. This is my (or perhaps my sister’s) heartfelt feeling about the demise of our field for the building of a stupid duplex.

Our feilds uses.

Our feilds uses are

we makneg forts hideouts

insects make thier homes

in the feild. wWhen it’s

hot it gives us shade, [ed note: although I have no idea how this could be, since the field had no trees, just long grass]

And it just beutiful

the way it is. I never

want the feild to chang

e, one bit the end

________________________________________________

                                                                What’s going to

                                                                happen to our feild

_________________________________________________

Well for one thing

it’s going to be torn down

for duplexes and thats

why I’m sad and for

another thing insets are

going to be killed and

for another thing Tara

says “They might

even have to tear

our house down” Just

to build those stupid

duplexes the End

________________________________________

Our feild

It then ends with a rough pencil depiction of grasses that looks more like a bonfire. Those bonfire/grasses have a violent scribble over them, I assume indicating the destruction of the field. Very metaphorical for the artistically challenged (definitely me).

So, just a few observations:

First of all, this Tara chick is clearly trouble. Boy did she know how to get under a person’s skin.

Second of all, when I was upset that we were going to lose the field next to our existing house (which by the way has not yet happened courtesy of the economic downturn — yay recession!) I had forgotten that this was a response I learned many years ago.

Third of all, I love how I (or my sister) got on the side of the insects to make the point. Clearly the environmental movement had already begun to make inroads into the elementary school child’s mind. As long as I can prove a grasshopper might die, they’ll have to do what I want.

Finally, I just want it to be known that I (if in fact it is me) hardly ever screw up the ‘ei’ ‘ie’ thing anymore.

That is all the En

d.

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Thyroid – B9!

Oh my stars, I can breathe again.

The pathology from the thyroid biopsy is in and all indicators are that it’s benign. A hyperplastic nodule is the official term. Quoting from the report on my 2.7 cm solid lesion (ewww, lesion’s a gross word) in the left lobe of the thyroid gland:

The specimen shows low but marginally adequate material for assessment, with good cytopreservation. The specimen is composed of several clusters of microfollicular thyroid tissue, predominantly  contained within the cell block material. The lining follicular epithelial cells have a cytologically bland appearance [BLAND!? I’m cytologically bland?! If I wasn’t so relieved, I’d be offended]. The features would be most consistent with a benign thyroid lesion, possibly a component of a hyperplastic nodule. There is no cytological evidence of atypia or malignancy in this material.

So, the next step is probably to treat it with thyroid medication to see if that will shrink it. But I can also just leave it alone. Surgery isn’t required.

I feel like Ebenezer Scrooge at the end of A Christmas Carol. Be careful if you see me, I may just give you a big wet sloppy kiss.

So thank you to St. Blaise, patron saint of the thyroid, all my lovely bjournal readers, tweeps, facebook friends, and of course real live in-person friends and family. Thanks for being there through my crazy this past month.

MWAH!!! (Ha! Gotcha!)

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Dilbert on the Brain

Today is the Discussion of Trinity of Brain Issues (Learning Disabilities, ADHD, and Aspergers) and the Treatment Thereof Tuesday (DTBITTT) or in short form Tuesday BITs.

There’s a great (but long) article on Wired about Scott Adams’ (the creator of the iconic Dilbert) struggle with a not-so-rare brain condition that affected his speech. Here it is.

The condition was called spasmodic dysphonia:

The rules dictated when and where Scott Adams, the chief engineer of the Dilbert comic empire, was allowed to speak. He could neither control them nor predict exactly when they’d go into effect. All he knew was that he’d woken up one morning and found that his voice had turned against him, imposing a set of bizarre restrictions.

Take the rule about crowds. If Adams was at a party with friends, he’d open his mouth to talk, only to find the words tumbling out in a raspy, imperceptible staccato, chopping off sentences before they had a chance to form. If he tried to say, “Tomorrow is my birthday,” for example, it would morph into a weak “Ma robf sss ma birfday.” But if he was on the lecture circuit, delivering a prepared speech to a crowd of thousands, he could stand behind the podium and—”Hello!”—his voice would whir back to life, if only for the hour he was onstage.

What I love about Scott’s approach to his new-found disability was his conviction that he could solve the problem, that it could be fixed.

After a few more searches, Adams arrived at his own diagnosis: spasmodic dysphonia. It was another neurological disorder, one that causes the throat muscles to clamp down erratically on the vocal cords, strangling speech. In all of Adams’ meetings with physicians, no one had even mentioned SD; the disorder is so rare that few doctors have heard of it. Adams tracked down a throat specialist, who confirmed Adams’ findings and told him that SD had no known cure. He’d never regain his normal speaking voice.

Adams ignored this prognosis. He had heard the same thing about his finger. Again, he thought there had to be a fix.

“I’m gonna cure it,” he thought. “And when I do, I’m gonna cure it for everybody. I’m gonna wipe it off the face of the earth.”

This is how I feel about aspergers, learning disabilities and ADHD. There have to be ways to fix these problems if we could just stop saying these conditions are incurable.

It will take research, work, curiousity, trial and error, and the courage to become experts in the face of the designated and qualified experts.

If I can underscore my point with a real life example from our experience with Fast ForWord. When my daughter had finished the Fast ForWord programme, I started to get reports from her school that this was just a different kid. She could focus, she could remember, she could understand. I even had her working memory and processing speed re-tested  — and despite the anecdotal experience and the testing numbers, only two of the professionals I encountered would believe it had anything to do with Fast ForWord. It was because she was more mature. It was the presence of an aide in the classroom. It was because of her medication. It was certainly NOT because of Fast ForWord. Couldn’t be. Impossible.

Which is way I’ve chosen to be the Captain Kirk of this little Enterprise. To boldly go where no one has gone before. My goal continues to be that my daughter loses her diagnosis by her eighteenth birthday. 5 years left.

Who’s with me?

And thanks Scott for being such a great example of what we can accomplish when tenacity is combined with the right mind set.

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The Studio — The Reclamation Project

So, I’ve made a discovery…

I might be addicted to faux finishes.

In another life, I could have been Debbie Travis. I used get up at a ridiculously early hour on Saturdays to both watch and videotape her show The Painted House. I think I own most of her home decorating books which I peruse like my son with the Sears Christmas Catalogue. Come to think of it, one of my more insanely jealous moments was when a friend of mine got to actually be in an episode of Debbie Travis’ Painted House (the all-white ice room, for those of you who are also fans). Ooh, the green tint of my skin should have been on a paint chip and called “Sour Green.”

Anyway, back to my “alleged” addiction.

To make myself feel like I’d accomplished something on my holiday (way back in June if you recall) I tore apart the downstairs living room. Sometimes called the X-Box room despite my efforts to call it My Studio. I wanted a place where I could go to be creative, where I felt invited to sing my songs, tap dance, write. Its state at the time of demolition could be summarized as ‘gross’ and gross is really not the invitation to creativity I was looking for.

So in I went.

It’s taking some time to put it back together again.

I have no before pictures because it was the era of the Gollum stolen battery charger and really the room was as I said gross and I don’t want to sully my bjournal with its memory.

So, to date:

The ugly wood panel surround at the ceiling level (constructed I believe to hide pipes and wiring) has been painted yellow. I might start gluing old postcards and ticket stubs to this. Or glue a zig-zag ribbon around so I can stick postcards and stuff underneath the ribbon. I haven’t decided yet.

The walls were primed, painted a robin’s egg blue, then the bottom half painted with a darker blue that then had a linen faux finish applied to it. A chocolate brown stripe separates the two halves. (Although I’m not quite sure if it’s a good idea to have the suggestion of chocolate surrounding me).

In doing, the faux linen finish I’ve discovered a few things. Read the instructions chief among them. Contrary to my initial attempt, you really do need to 1) tape off sections, 2) put a lot of glaze into your paint, 3) use a large roller to get the paint on 4) use the proper Ralph Lauren linen finish brush (even though it’s criminally expensive: $27), and 5) don’t make your sections too big otherwise the paint dries before you can get your lines in. Yes, I did EVERYTHING wrong in my first botched attempt, which meant I abandoned the whole project for 2 weeks while I nursed my wounded pride.

I have to fix the brown line because it bled all the way around the room. Short of buying $100 worth of finishing wood, I’m going to spend $4.00 on tape and paint over the bleed. Should be fun. Update: I actually did this, and the results are not perfect (particularly on the underside) but they are satisfactory.

On one wall I painted 4 circles, each of a different bright colour. I’m pretty pleased with the results. I used the sample bottles from the Debbie Travis collection, so total cost for that paint was $30.

I primed the fireplace a nice bright white and then painted a few odd bricks the same colours from around the room. I’m really pleased with how this turned out.

I painted the shelving unit (also I believe constructed to hide heating pipes etc. I used mainly the same yellow as the edging but the shelves got the individual colour treatment. I then added a postcard (purchased for .10 each at the clearance bin at Chapters) to the back of each shelf.

Ooh, and here’s my favourite under $4 craft project. I needed to cover the wiring panel. I had a frame of roughly the right size which I got from a leftover piece from my brother who used to make steel furniture and accessories. I found at the dollar store a set of two decals. I used the cardboard from the package the the decals came in, placed the taller of the two on the cardboard, affixed it to the frame and then used mirror hangers to attach the frame to the wood edging just below the ceiling level. It’s gorgeous! And you can access the box by just lifting the frame or taking it right off the hangers.

I used the other decal on the shelving unit.

I know! Cute right?

 

I’ve included photos of the ceiling fan and the piano (under its piano cosy / repurposed duvet cover) to relay the following story: I used my laser pointer (my first time!) to line up the circles, but as I did not have a tripod I perched the laser atop the piano. I then stood on the piano bench to assess the level marker on the laser level, when suddenly I became aware of a whoosh, whoosh, whoosh sound next to my ear. It was at this moment I realized that I was almost standing up right into the ceiling fan. Glad I didn’t have to explain that injury at Emergency.

So, here’s my personal ad for things I need to finish this project:

Seeking vinyl peel and stick tiles (VPST) for lonely concrete. Please see photo to see if you would be a good match for the ceiling and walls. If you’re colourful, creative, beachy and have inexpensive tastes (or like to get laid for free) I’d like to hear from you. I promise a level floor, much love and tap dancing. So, I guess that means you’ve also got to be a little thick-skinned because everyone knows you gotta be able to take a little beating in the cause of creativity. We’ll learn together.

How this can come to me. It could appear on my doorstep, as long as I still get veto power if I don’t think it’s suitable. Someone could point me in the direction of a store or an internet listing. I’m open to all possibilities. It’s a 200-square foot room. And let me mention if I wasn’t clear before–cheap or free.  

Seeking couch for early morning trysts with the muse. Sleek, clean lines, but comfy. I keep seeing purple in my mind, with silver legs. I would also love it if you could be a little flexible and be a bed sometimes for kidlet sleepovers. Futons need not apply.

How this can come to me. Same as above really. I just don’t want someone to dump something on my doorstep without checking to see if I think it will work in “my space.”

Here’s to clearing the path to creativity!

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