The power of pleasure

Two challenging things are especially difficult at the holidays: being pleasurably social and losing weight. The first is hard because it’s all too easy to get caught up in a whirl of frantic, obligatory, and not terribly enjoyable festivities. The second is hard because, well, cookies. (Need I say more?) And yet somehow I’m managing to do both.

For the first, I’ve been forcing myself to get out of the house even when it’s dark and cold. I’ve had cocktails with friends, attended a gathering for people who like to travel, met other friends for brunch, enjoyed a private tai chi lesson, hit a couple of useful support groups, and most impressively (at least from the inside), gone out alone to several evening events full of strangers. My DSLR has served me well on several occasions as a security blanket; I’ve discovered that it’s a useful prop to hide behind in moments of social anxiety or introversion, yet I can still step out from behind it when I want to connect on more than a small-talk level. And the more I make an effort, the more I’m remembering that expanding my horizons — although it can sometimes be intimidating — is more fun than scary.

For the second, well, it’s all down to willpower, isn’t it? I’m counting calories, I’m paying attention to portion size, and to my intense delight, it’s taken me less than 6 weeks to get 2/3 of the way to my goal weight. It’s boring and frustrating sometimes. (Go ahead, try to figure out the caloric and nutritional stats for something you didn’t make from a recipe. It sometimes takes me longer to do that than to cook the dang stuff.) It also means passing up some of my favorite treats, at least for now. But I’ve also built in a little wiggle room so I don’t bust out in deprivation-and-resentment-driven rebellion. I can overdo it today if I make up for it tomorrow; it all averages out. I’m doing this because I want to, not because I have to. Life isn’t, and shouldn’t be, all about trying to achieve some misery-inducing standard of perfection.

Which is why last night I went to Street Food Friday at an art gallery, took a bunch of pictures, chatted with half a dozen people including the gallery owner and two of the food vendors,  and ate an adorable little dark chocolate creme brulee with crushed candy cane melted on top before ordering a plate of vegetable curry.

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My Hobo-hemia is the place to be

I like to sing. I’m told I have a decent voice, but I’ve never had any vocal training, so while I can easily be persuaded to belt one out when I’ve been drinking, I’m still self-conscious about it. So it was a very big deal to me indeed on Thanksgiving when, surrounded by a group of people who are almost all either choir members or professional musicians (or both), I stood next to a piano and sang “The Lady is a Tramp.”

I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose?
I’m flat, that’s that
I’m all alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I’m no Ella, that’s for damn sure, and I squeaked a little because I was a little out of my register, but… I did it!

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Gratitude

I am grateful for Green Apple, for the Blue Danube, for Olive, for Trader Joe’s, for Zipcar, for Golden Gate Park, for Apple, for all the farmers’ markets, for Soma.fm, for Sonic.net, for Flickr, and even for Muni.

I am grateful for my cute, affordable, conveniently located apartment.

I am grateful for my friends, from the ones I’ve known for years to the ones I’ve only known a few months.

I am grateful that some of my friends are family.

I am grateful that whatever health issues I have are minor and easily managed without too much effort or expense.

I am grateful for my adorable, infuriating cat.

I am grateful for a job I’m good at, that supports me and interests me and occasionally brings me into contact with fascinating people.

I am grateful for my brain, and especially grateful that it works well.

I am grateful for the Internet, which is even better than my childhood fantasy of being able to visit every library in the world.

I am grateful to have the time and opportunity to explore some of my interests.

I am grateful for cashmere sweaters.

I am grateful for my new oven, in which I am currently baking the best-smelling pumpkin pie ever.

I am grateful for an awe-inspiring support system which is helping me pursue and achieve dreams of all sizes.

I am grateful to have become the person I am, because things could so easily have been different.

I’m so very fortunate.

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Success!

Because I’m sure you’re all wondering: I have acquired pumpkin.

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And they’re off

I mentioned in an earlier post that I had the opportunity to take my own photos for an article I was writing. Okay, let’s be honest, it wasn’t so much an opportunity as a necessity; I’m responsible for arranging for the artwork, and the magazine isn’t willing to pay extra for a photographer, so my choices were simple: pay a pro out of my own fee, or do it myself. And as I posted, I know my way around a camera enough that I’m not only willing but eager to go the DIY route.

Well. I did a pretty fair job, if I do say so myself. Earlier this week, I went through all my shots and chose the 16 best, of which the magazine will use 6 or 7. On Thursday night, I submitted them along with my manuscript. Unless I’ve dramatically overestimated my skills, they’re going to run in April or May. And that will be the first time I’ve had photos in print since my newspaper days, nearly 20 years ago, when I had to take my own pictures of “grip-and-grins” (handshakes, usually in front of a building being opened or a check being presented) and city council meetings.

This is a very big deal to me.

While I wait to find out which pictures the magazine decides to use, I’m posting a few of the outtakes should you care to have a look.

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