Daily Bread (Week 27)
Halloween is coming and our kids came over to carve pumpkins last weekend. They all live in apartments, so they left the jack-o-lanterns for us and our neighbors to enjoy. It was the first time carving pumpkins for both of our sons’ girlfriends, as neither one was raised in the U.S. They had fun – and it was fun seeing the fun they had. This is what sharing different cultures should be like – fun. Where did we learn the fear that so many display toward immigrants? It has always been here I know, but I hate it.
Last night, before class, a few of us got into a conversation about choice and abortion. A class member said he protested outside the Planned Parenthood offices every month, because he did not believe in abortion. I told him that I had friends who served as escorts at other clinics where the demonstrators were aggressive and sometimes violent. I mentioned the shootings at the clinic in Colorado, and the doctor (George Tiller) who was murdered while attending church. My friend said his group wasn’t violent and I said good, and I asked him if he was also against the death penalty. What I did not say, and would have said if I had thought quickly enough, is that is safe abortions are not available, women and girls will die, because they will take whatever desperate steps they think are necessary, with quacks, coat hangers and poison. I am old enough to remember what it was like before Roe vs Wade. I don’t want to return to those days. Life is more important. Comprehensive sexuality education and free and easy access to birth control are the solutions if you want to reduce abortions. Abortions rates (and teen pregnancies) are proven to decline in places where those are available. The conversation was a cultural exchange, not as fun as the Halloween pumpkin carving, but not violent or hostile either. On a day when public figures and news organizations were the target of terrorist bombs, it was refreshing to just talk and exchange opinions respectfully.
Words matter. Our class topic included the negative self talk that is part of struggling to lose weight. It is hard to stay positive, to lift up hope in such scary times, but I do believe it is the only way we will survive.
The scale surprised me this week because I had a small weight loss despite the fact that I was prepared for a gain. It seems like I did fine at the retreat and at the dinner out we had with the kids. (Thai food works, or at least Chicken Ka Prow worked). I also signed up to have the test that will measure my resting metabolism rate. (RMR – the calories a body burns just existing.) Knowing this number, which is different for everyone, should help me calculate more precisely how many calories I should consume in order to continue to lose weight without kicking my metabolism into starvation mode. I’ll let you know how it goes in a couple of weeks after I get the test done. I will need to do the test later as well, because the RMR number goes down as weight goes down. More facts, more data. I can’t get enough of either. Oh and more love, more hope, more courage; I can always use those too. Be well.
(My stats for the last week – down 1.7 pounds, drank over 7 gallons of water and exercised for 240 minutes. My total weight loss so far is 59.3 pounds.)