ICE out of Marin

 

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Yesterday afternoon I went to an ICE Out of Marin rally and then to a meeting with the Board of Supervisors.  These are the remarks I shared during the public comment portion of the meeting.  I spoke right after our parish minister, the Reverend Marcus Hartlief who spoke with passion and eloquence.  I think we made a good tag team of UU ministers:

“When I accepted ordination into the ministry I pledged to speak, act and live as a voice of courage and of hope; to champion justice, freedom, and compassion and to serve all those who are in need.

Whether or not it was explicit, I believe all of you on the board of supervisors and our sheriff made a similar commitment when you accepted an elected office in the County of Marin.

You are here to serve the residents of this county, and most particularly those who are most vulnerable.

I know you try.  I know that sometimes the decisions you need to make are complicated and not easy.  This one is simple.

Our immigrant neighbors are living in fear. Their families are being torn apart. Their cries of anguish and despair should be stirring all of our hearts and calling us to compassionate action. We MUST stop cooperating with ICE.  We MUST stop publishing the damn release dates of those who have been incarcerated.  We MUST provide a sanctuary where all who are vulnerable are safe.  I pray, along with Reverend Marcus, that wisdom, compassion and courage will guide your decision. Thank you.”

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Daily Bread #34

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Sigh, I was up slightly this week, but only .2 pounds, which is pretty much staying the same. Still a bit depressing as I am monitoring daily and stayed within my calorie goals.  Bodies are complicated, however,  so although what we do matters, the results are not always predictable or measurable.  It is the overall journey that is important.  At least that is what I keep telling myself.

It is also like the work for justice.  Progress is made, and then the forces of greed and hatred raise their ugly heads.  We have to keep trying to bend the arc.

I am still adjusting to the new group.  There were lots of new-to-me folks last night, and a lot of good tips from those that have been doing this longer.  The free flowing conversation is a bit disconcerting, with some people talking a lot and others saying nothing.  I’ll get used to it, but I found myself being quiet, not my usual mode of being.

Another new revelation for me was that we are actually supposed to continue reporting our activities (tracking calories and exercise) to our facilitator each week.  There are prizes involved! I will catch up on it, but I was completely clueless about the reporting requirements.  Our new exercise goal is 420 minutes per week, more than I have been doing lately.  Winter is harder because I can’t swim.  I could cheat and count my steps around the house, but no, there is no real point in faking it.  Maybe I will try 2 spins on the bike some days.  I can’t seem to manage more that 30 minutes at a sitting on the bike because, frankly, my rear end gets numb after 20 minutes or so.

This is a marathon, not a 50 yard dash.  Staying steady, and on pace, one step and one day at a time, is how to do it I think.  This is for the long haul.  Damn, I wish it was all easier.  I am going to a rally this afternoon for immigrant rights.  It is something that would have been a huge physical challenge for me a few months ago.  Change is possible, on all fronts.  This I believe.

 

L’Chaim

(My stats for the last week – up .2  pounds, drank over 7 gallons of water and exercised for 260 minutes.  My cumulative weight loss so far is 66.4 pounds.)

Body and Soul – a Reflection

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Unitarian Universalism is an embodied faith; our theology proclaims that all our bodies are sacred and beautiful, and that our physical selves matter. Our faith is demanding; we are called to stretch ourselves and to be transformed.

For much of my life, I have lived in my head and my heart, and my body was mostly a vehicle for getting things done.  It was also a source of pleasure.  Among other physical pleasures, I have enjoyed bubble baths, soft kittens, and delicious food.  I spent time caring for my mind by studying, reading, and learning. I also tended to my heart and soul, through prayer and by opening the pathways of empathy and compassion, even when it was difficult. Despite my theology about the importance of the body, however, I mostly simply used it, ignoring what it might need to stay healthy.

I gained weight slowly over the years, and in some ways relished being fat.  In my large female body, I felt like I projected a safe presence, and the hugs I gave congregants seemed to be received as nurturing rather than sexual or threatening.  I did always ask before hugging someone new, however; prior trauma can be so easily triggered by touch. I was largely happy with my “earth-mother” image of myself. I did not enjoy squeezing myself into airplane seats, or enduring the indignities and judgements that society places upon fat people, but I loved myself and my body, just as it was. My dear wife also loved me, no matter what size I was.

But I forgot that my body needed my care and attention, and that just as my heart, brain, and spirit needed exercise to stay healthy, so did my body. I forgot that this faith demands a wholeness of mind, spirit, and body.  I forgot these words of the 16th century Unitarian, Michael Servetus:

“It is necessary to care for the body if we wish the spirit to function normally.”

Last year, I got a wake-up call, a revelation if you will. My health had begun to deteriorate, so much so that I had to leave a ministry earlier than planned.  Most of my health issues were made worse by the amount of weight I was carrying.  I knew this was true this time, despite the years of doctors implying that my weight was the cause of what were completely unrelated problems. I realized that if I was going to have a decent quality of life ever again, if I was going to be able to continue to work for justice, I needed to lose some serious weight.  Exercise wasn’t going to be enough; my body and I needed both physical and spiritual rehabilitation if we were going to survive.

I had never seriously dieted before and was very suspicious of the diet industry. To me, it symbolized both capitalism and misogyny, the policing and sexualizing of women’s bodies for profit and control.  One can be healthy at any size; I still believe that, but it wasn’t true for me, at least not any more.

I signed up for a medically supervised weight loss program through my health plan.  It isn’t easy, and has required intense concentration and focus, but the weight is coming off.  It is hard, but it is what I need. I am learning to tend my body in the same sorts of careful and attentive ways that I have always cared for my heart, my mind, and my soul and spirit.   My body is so much more than a vehicle; it is my home.  I have no regrets about my past habits, but it was time for me to go home. I needed a revelation to really understand that our minds, bodies, and souls are deeply interwoven, and that only when they work together can we live to our full potential.  Sometimes we need revelations – sometimes we need two, or three, or twenty-three. I am so glad that revelation is not sealed!

 

 

Daily Bread (#33)

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Thanksgiving Day was also the 30th birthday of our twins (the 2 sitting in chairs.)  And of course we had two cakes, neither of which I even tasted.  I actually left the room while everyone ate cake – part of why I had a successful Thanksgiving.  Weirdly enough for a holiday week, I lost 4.6 pounds, one of my highest weekly losses ever, which totally made up for the 2.2 pounds I gained the week before.  Since the dinner was just us, our 3 children, their partners, and Anne’s nephew Tom (who took this picture) I did not have to be shy about compulsively staying within my calorie budget.  I ate really lightly earlier in the day, weighed the turkey I ate and simply brought measuring cups and tablespoons to the table.  I had enough left in my budget to have 4 ounces of turkey, 3 tablespoons of gravy, 2 tablespoons of cranberry sauce, 1/4 cup of stuffing, 3/4 cup of roasted brussels sprouts, 1/2 cup of green bean casserole, 1/4 cups of roasted sweet potatoes, and a 1/2 cup of salad. The servings were small, but it was a feast!  It came in at 566 calories. (A Big Mac  w/out fries is 563).  It was more than I had eaten at one sitting in a long time and I felt more than satisfied.  Losing a good amount of weight the same week was just more “icing on that cake”- the one I did not eat!

I also realized this week that I am really grieving the strong bonds we had in class with the facilitator we had.  It was 30 weeks of intensive work together.  Now we are thrown into a group with both a new facilitator and a bunch of strangers who have been in the program longer.  I like the new facilitator and am enjoying the stories and wisdom of the veterans, but it is still a loss.  Losing my “fat lady’ identity is also a loss.  Every change in life involves a loss.  Change, even “good’ change, is always hard, but it is what life always is, if you are going to keep living it anyway.  It will take time to build up trust in the new group, but I am confident that it will happen.  I am going to work on helping it happen if I can.  It reminds me some of congregational work.  Everyone wants to hang out with their friends, and visitors can be ignored.  If we care about what we are doing, in church, or in a program that depends on mutual support, we all need to do what we can the build and strengthen community, inviting the stranger, the new-comer in.  I truly believe that diversity of all types is a blessing.  We can learn so much from those who have different life experiences.  It helps to have at least something in common, however, whether it is a commitment to losing weight or to creating a more just and peaceful world.

I am grateful for so much on this week after Thanksgiving.  Most especially the rain, which extinguished the fires and cleaned the air.

L’Chaim

(My stats for the last week – down 4.8  pounds, drank over 7 gallons of water and exercised for 210 minutes.  My total weight loss so far is 66.6 pounds.)

Daily Bread (#32)

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This week I had what was only my second weekly weight gain that I have had since starting the program, but I know why.  I love mystery in general, but not when it comes to improving my health.  Three things contributed to my gain:  take out Thai food, shrimp tacos with sweet potato fries, and not exercising at all because of the terrible air quality.  I enjoyed the food, so maybe that was almost worth it, but the bad air had no positives to it.  With so many losing homes and loved ones in the devastating fires, it feels a little bad to whine about the smoky air, but breath is live, and when we can not breathe, it feels like we are dying.

I do not want to die.  At least not too soon.  I have more to do, not the least of which is trying to improve our environment so that our planet might continue to sustain life.

I WILL get on the stationary bike this week, and will meet the Thanksgiving dinner challenge with resolve.  I had a melt down yesterday, faced with the sight of the dinner rolls my wife had purchased for the meal.  After some tears and conversation, she froze the rolls and agreed to skip the mashed potatoes.  She is so wonderfully supportive and understood that the stuffing and gravy would be enough of a challenge for me.  I can avoid dessert easily. I have never really liked pumpkin pie anyway.   We are also having roasted brussels sprouts and I am roasting the sweet potatoes rather than coating them with butter, brown sugar, and marshmallows.  The kids are bring a salad and a healthier green bean casserole.  My plan is to measure out a small serving of dressing, a tablespoon or two of cranberry sauce, and a couple of dollops of gravy.  Turkey is a really good protein, low fat and low calorie, so I will have a healthy serving of that.  After that I will stick to the veggies.  I will likely go a bit over my calorie budget today, but that is OK.  Today is a day to feel thankful and not deprived.  I am grateful for my improving health and I have a strong desire not to sabotage my progress.  Wish me luck and grace!

L’Chaim

(My stats for the last week – up 2.2 pounds, drank over 7 gallons of water and exercised for <30 minutes.  My total weight loss so far is 61.8 pounds.)

The Taste of Ashes

The taste of ashes is in our mouth

The smell is in our nose

The flames have ravaged hopes

And taken lives

 

The fires have roared

Our lungs have filled with smoke

As we wait for the rain

That must surely come

 

Then washed clean and reborn

We will rise from the ashes

Above the haze

On the wings of our dreams

 

 

Daily Bread – Lifestyles

 

Last night was our first meeting with the new Lifestyles group.  The lifestyles group is composed of people who have finished the 30 week intensive.  We can attend the weekly meetings as long as we want and some people have been attending for way more than a year.  It was good to hear from those who are further along on the journey.  Us new kids composed about half of those in attendance last night.  It was both good and hard being with my peeps in a different environment.  The bonds between us are so strong that it will take awhile for us to blend and join with the others that have been there longer.  I liked the new facilitator and am hopeful she can help us accomplish a melding together so we can become one ongoing supportive group.  I did miss the intimacy and trust we have had in our smaller group and I hope that can both continue and expand.

This week has been impossible for exercise because of all the smoke from the horrible fires up north.  The air is classified as “unhealthy” for everyone, and I am in the “sensitive” group so have been coughing even when indoors with the air purifier running full blast.  My heart goes out to those who have lost homes and family in the fires.  We really do need to get a handle on climate change before the West goes up in flames and the East and South are completely devastated by monster hurricanes and floods.

I also had my RMR (resting metabolic rate) test this week and found that my body burns 1555 calories a day when I am doing absolutely nothing.  As a result, I am going to increase my calorie intake to 1350, which should still keep me on the weight loss path without going too low.  Even with virtually no exercise, I still lost 1.2 pounds last week.

Sadly, too, we closed the pool for the winter, so the stationary bike will have to do once the smoke clears.

I also got some new pants last week. They were both on sale and fit!  I am holding off on buying more as I hope to shrink out of the new ones before too long.

L’Chaim

(My stats for the last week – 1.2 down  pounds, drank over 7 gallons of water and exercised for 30 minutes.  My total weight loss so far is 64 pounds.)

Daily Bread (Last Week of intensive!)

They shared the “before and after” pictures with us last night.

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I am not done, but you can really see the difference. What you can’t see is how much better I feel.

Our last meeting last night was simply hilarious, as well as moving.  We’d written a song for our facilitator, whose name is Joanna, and we gave her a gift after we sang it.  To the tune of Oh Susanna:

“Oh, Joanna, oh don’t you cry for us. We’re off upstairs to lifestyles, our new group for to meet. A protein bar is in our mouth, a tear is in our eye, we’ll stay your cohort two seven, Joanna don’t you cry.”

She was totally blown away not the least by the fact that she had also written us a song TO EXACTLY THE SAME TUNE! Serendipity? Traveling along on the same wavelength for 30 weeks?  A miracle?

Her song was amazing, with a verse about each person in the class, which I must say, nailed us each quite precisely.

The chorus was “Twenty Seven, Our cohort lost the fat. Smart skills, waters, logging cals, We’ve got the skills done pat.”

My favorite was the last one, “xx kept us very in the know on making habits stick, when faced with hard decisions, for God’s sake don’t be a dick.”  It was one of his more famous lines during check it.  We were all practically on the floor laughing.

I loved my verse too:

“Our group was helmed by Theresa, Reverend mom to all, her sage advice was cherished, she throws veggies at the wall.”  The veggies at the wall line also referred to a check in story, but the less said about that one the better.

The group then overwhelmed me with some gifts.  Two Tee shirts, in two sizes, one that I will need to shirk myself a bit more to fit into.  100% compliant because I was the only one who did not “cheat” the entire time.  Except last week when I had that martini, but they didn’t know that when they ordered the shirts.  A swimming trophy for my exercise, and egg cookers because I’d complained about peeling hard boiled eggs.

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Hugs and tears all around last night.  I blurred the faces in our group pic for privacy as not everyone has been as blatently public about being in the program as I have.

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I am so happy that most of the group will stay together in the Lifestyles class.  As we said last night, we need each other to keep on keeping on and really change our lives for good.

Tomorrow I am scheduled for a test that will tell me what my resting metabolic rate is.  RMR is the amount of calories a body burns when it isn’t doing anything.  It will help me know how many calories I should have each day to keep on losing the rest of my weight that needs to go. No exercise today and no food or coffee tomorrow morning before the test.  I am looking forward to it.

L’Chaim

(My stats for the last week – 1.8 down  pounds, drank over 7 gallons of water and exercised for 260 minutes.  My total weight loss so far is 62.8 pounds.)

Daily Bread (Week 28)

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Sunset.  It is almost sunset for our group – at least as it has been configured for the last 28 weeks. Actually 29 weeks.  I started counting weeks on this blog from the week we started meal replacements, not the week we started in the group.  So next week will be the end of the 30  week “intensive phase” of the program.  We will start in “lifestyles” which will be more weekly meetings that we can continue attending as long as we want.  Forever might be good.  It might take that long to really get committed to healthier eating in the long haul.  I still have quite a bit of weight to lose, so it will be more than just “maintaining” for me.  61 pounds is nothing to sneeze at, however, and I am proud of myself.

Endings are almost always bittersweet. It does feel good to have finished something, but we will be leaving our awesome facilitator behind.  I hope the new one has a good sense of humor too.  She will need it; we are pretty rowdy.  A few people in our group will be going to other lifestyles groups, ones closer to their homes or on nights that will be easier for them.  I will miss them fiercly as well.  Most of us will stay together though, a very good thing.  I love our group!

It was a small group last night, only 8 of us plus our facilitator.  A few people were traveling and others were spending Halloween with their kids.  Quite a few of us wore costumes, which was fun.  The topic was alcohol use, especially around the upcoming holidays.  I haven’t had a drink since April when I started the program, and my intention is to wait until I get to my maintenance weight before having even one of my beloved martinis.

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Alcohol involves more risks to weight loss than the obvious ones of calories and lowered inhibitions.  I learned last night that it is important to eat some protein before drinking, because otherwise the body digests the alcohol as a priority and anything else will go directly to fat production.  Who knew?  My friend Brian must have been onto something with his blue cheese stuffed olives.  I could maybe try a pepperoni stick as a garnish.  Just kidding, but the protein idea was a good tip.

The holidays are coming, and I am cooking Thanksgiving dinner again this year.  It will be a smaller one, just the kids and their partners, but I am going to try some healthier side dishes this year.  Turkey is an awesome low fat protein if you don’t drown it in gravy.

I am still losing a pound or so each week – which shocks me in some ways.   I am also not feeling hungry, except right before meal time.  Having 3 small snacks in addition to 3 somewhat larger meals, seems to be working.

It has been another hard week in the world and I don’t have the emotional energy right now to write about all the horror this week.  I wrote this poem earlier after attending a vigil.  But please vote and please vote for Democrats.  Lives are at stake, so many lives, so many precious lives.

L’Chaim

(My stats for the last week – 1.7 down  pounds, drank over 7 gallons of water and exercised for 390 minutes.  My total weight loss so far is 61 pounds.)

How Many Candles?

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How many candles do we need to light?

Will there be enough wax

To hold the slender wicks of all our prayers?

How many tears do we need to shed

To cause the ocean to overflow

With the torrents of our grief?

 

I want to light a candle

For every single soul

For the children

For the elders

For all those at risk

For all those who are targeted

For who they are

Or what they believe

I want to light a candle

For all those who have not survived

 

Can our candles burn any brighter

With their fierce and furious love?

Can the molten wax we create

Burn through a world of hate

Of greed and blatant disregard

Of all that makes life holy?

 

Our prayers can flow like lava

Erupting through the darkening sky

Angel wings can beat within our hearts

Soaring high in the warming air.

So many candles of love we have

Lit by an eternal flame.