Two lines on the fly, just to tell you that today I have expressed my opinion here, in an interview nice initiative for which I attended. If you like, let me know what you think.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
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Reflections on "measures"
as it may be included among the subjects sufficiently frivolous, not particularly noteworthy, and the themes for those who are obsessive-haunting around people on a diet, the argument food these days stands in my thoughts. In other words, I'm warning you: you might want to turn around and leave this page.
Perhaps, the argument that more food should I say the argument measure. The theme is
measure everything to return to just measure . A measure lost in time, a measure to which to return, or should I say to find, in the sense that what (if I) will take up now, it will not be the same as before.
I'm talking about metaphors, in a sense.
that is not only a matter of inches, numbers, pounds, but find a new way of being after the existential upheaval comparable to a kind of big-bang, from which are over and start new things. Subtitle: motherhood.
On the other hand, the extra pounds, when there are only a bit of bacon, is a theme that unites many posts (I would say post-post in my case) pregnancies, and in some cases are not just a matter of "aesthetics" (without wanting to trivialize its importance and aesthetic), but has deeper roots that can be found in a concept of transformation ... radical.
In my case, a series of events "physiological", but also other, led me to become a person "different", very different (this time I mean physically) than I was before pregnancy. We say ... two or more in three sizes. There are many, yes, but I was pretty skinny before. Life from sports, hard work, personal care ... bah.
Yes, I would say just "meh." The result of a balance that I had built in recent years, he gave me a great sense of well being, and suddenly the pregnancy (too sudden she) has deconstructed. Well, maybe not so much the pregnancy, which have remained fairly consistent, but after.
That life is not back to normal.
Those rhythms have changed.
That world who suddenly became unknown and far away from what was known.
I do not know why I'm talking about this today. I'm making a great effort in these early days of the diet, and many times I tried to start, the last year and a half, but many things have gone wrong. Then I could not continue, something failed, I could not "get back on a diet." For a long time I felt that his mind "there was."
So what I write today is something elusive and not yet fully understand, that quid that makes me fear of loss is felt at the same time that is taken spring "I want to do a diet . Which, incidentally, I'm really doing.
It seems a sign of change are just a few days, but I have a feeling, or should I say I want the feeling that this time is different.
I'm afraid not.
I desire to leave behind the big-bang, and find myself. Different, perhaps with a new measure, but at least once myself (better late ever!).
I do not think there's ever a just measure of things, if not one dictated by their own feelings and inner wellbeing. That's why I do not have to lose pounds, numbers reach statistical standards to which they subscribe. The goal is, this time, my well-being. This makes my "journey" a little bit uncertain, but, you know ... are only the fifth day!
Perhaps, the argument that more food should I say the argument measure. The theme is
measure everything to return to just measure . A measure lost in time, a measure to which to return, or should I say to find, in the sense that what (if I) will take up now, it will not be the same as before.
I'm talking about metaphors, in a sense.
that is not only a matter of inches, numbers, pounds, but find a new way of being after the existential upheaval comparable to a kind of big-bang, from which are over and start new things. Subtitle: motherhood.
On the other hand, the extra pounds, when there are only a bit of bacon, is a theme that unites many posts (I would say post-post in my case) pregnancies, and in some cases are not just a matter of "aesthetics" (without wanting to trivialize its importance and aesthetic), but has deeper roots that can be found in a concept of transformation ... radical.
In my case, a series of events "physiological", but also other, led me to become a person "different", very different (this time I mean physically) than I was before pregnancy. We say ... two or more in three sizes. There are many, yes, but I was pretty skinny before. Life from sports, hard work, personal care ... bah.
Yes, I would say just "meh." The result of a balance that I had built in recent years, he gave me a great sense of well being, and suddenly the pregnancy (too sudden she) has deconstructed. Well, maybe not so much the pregnancy, which have remained fairly consistent, but after.
That life is not back to normal.
Those rhythms have changed.
That world who suddenly became unknown and far away from what was known.
I do not know why I'm talking about this today. I'm making a great effort in these early days of the diet, and many times I tried to start, the last year and a half, but many things have gone wrong. Then I could not continue, something failed, I could not "get back on a diet." For a long time I felt that his mind "there was."
So what I write today is something elusive and not yet fully understand, that quid that makes me fear of loss is felt at the same time that is taken spring "I want to do a diet . Which, incidentally, I'm really doing.
It seems a sign of change are just a few days, but I have a feeling, or should I say I want the feeling that this time is different.
I'm afraid not.
I desire to leave behind the big-bang, and find myself. Different, perhaps with a new measure, but at least once myself (better late ever!).
I do not think there's ever a just measure of things, if not one dictated by their own feelings and inner wellbeing. That's why I do not have to lose pounds, numbers reach statistical standards to which they subscribe. The goal is, this time, my well-being. This makes my "journey" a little bit uncertain, but, you know ... are only the fifth day!
With the opportunity to ask for public apology to those who are close to the monotony of my speeches, now really mono-thematic. I mean in my defense only two things: the first is that I need support, the second is that a diet takes away a lot of mental energy!
Monday, February 14, 2011
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Honey and Valentine
Things that make me happy:
exercises polarity.
I woke up ill, and a great need for romance or I do not know how best to define it.
E 'Monday, starting the diet, I have a lot of projects to be started and a lot of confusion.
why urge the category "wonderful life".
seems incredible, but build a dream image makes me feel better already.
rifarvi If you feel like your eyes and dream a little, you also go here from which I loosely based on a selection of images.
And if you leave your dreams in the comments, to brighten your day, I can dream with you.
- my daughter laughing with her father
- a sunny day
- cake turned out well
- the scent of sugar
- the wrens in my yard
- the elegance of the trees
- walk in the countryside
- the scent of the sea
- hope that one day I will have my dream home
- perseverance of nature
- invite my friends
- the ride at sunset sand evening
- lie in the grass
- travel
exercises polarity.
I woke up ill, and a great need for romance or I do not know how best to define it.
E 'Monday, starting the diet, I have a lot of projects to be started and a lot of confusion.
why urge the category "wonderful life".
seems incredible, but build a dream image makes me feel better already.
rifarvi If you feel like your eyes and dream a little, you also go here from which I loosely based on a selection of images.
And if you leave your dreams in the comments, to brighten your day, I can dream with you.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Closet On A Slanted Wall
¿Que pasa?
Things I've learned in two short but endless days.
Life without a computer is strange for me. I can do things that normally I would not even under torture. I thought I would get bored, and instead I did not stop for a moment.
The house is full of corners where you collect a huge amount of stuff that is useless. E 'enough to enter the frame of mind where to look usually does not see eye to realize that builds up an invisible disorder that may not even exist. And so, in a few hours, I re-ordered and wasted a lot of things.
metaphor for life.
Working at home, in order to be on the verge of leaving "a office "makes things appear solid, with a different flavor than the usual days. At times even enjoyable. gestures remain the same, but the meaning of the usual steps to change at all.
Arriving at a moment dreamed for years, imagining liberating and joyful, is very different from living it. Yesterday I went to the office staff, seized with a fit, to deliver that letter in my mind during years of hard work and unhappy, I imagined a thousand times, changing the lines, backgrounds and meanings, and imagining that every time I hand it would release a large weight. I always thought it would be a time to celebrate.
And instead I cried: the first, and later worse. For several hours I feel more uncertain and heavier than before. And not because I am convinced I made the wrong choice, but because I left the courtyard of the house, the bay to the open sea, and instead to experience the thrill of sailing (technically not yet begun) I'm doing in the fear .
And what is worse is that I continue to watch my daughter and feeling desperate doubly: first because it all started from her, which, fortunately (but sometimes not), my life has completely changed in a way that can mean only give birth, death and rebirth to new life, and secondly because it is the first time I have taken a decision really weighing the consequences on the basis of its existence.
new life means that everything you had before no longer exists: time, rhythm, thoughts, body, habits, lifestyle, hobbies, passions, skills, certainties and uncertainties.
I tried to imagine what it meant to have a different life, while finding themselves at once, leaving an office (in which I have been talking for more than my expectations, discussing another problem that even the resignation will cost me money too !), is very different.
I learned that there are things you must do alone, as the highest jump from the rock: and I do not know if it is right or not, if it is normal or not, it is common to all or not, but I know that for me means that the greatest happiness, yesterday, I felt that I had no one around. And while it builds up, the other hurts.
I also learned that this freedom, when I dreamed it, and so many images, is a freedom that makes me very afraid, now that I'm her mother. I am afraid for my daughter, for what will hit on you if my plans fail, and I am afraid for myself, for what will become if my ambitions do not find their way.
There is a lot of stuff in short. The die is cast, the door is open, the decisions were taken.
The ocean is bigger than I imagined, the wind is colder than I thought, and I have to get used a bit. At least a little. So from now on I will work three times because I have a big ship to ride alone. Maybe one day I will find a crew. In the meantime, wish me the wind, the sea, you know, you traitor.
Life without a computer is strange for me. I can do things that normally I would not even under torture. I thought I would get bored, and instead I did not stop for a moment.
The house is full of corners where you collect a huge amount of stuff that is useless. E 'enough to enter the frame of mind where to look usually does not see eye to realize that builds up an invisible disorder that may not even exist. And so, in a few hours, I re-ordered and wasted a lot of things.
metaphor for life.
Working at home, in order to be on the verge of leaving "a office "makes things appear solid, with a different flavor than the usual days. At times even enjoyable. gestures remain the same, but the meaning of the usual steps to change at all.
Arriving at a moment dreamed for years, imagining liberating and joyful, is very different from living it. Yesterday I went to the office staff, seized with a fit, to deliver that letter in my mind during years of hard work and unhappy, I imagined a thousand times, changing the lines, backgrounds and meanings, and imagining that every time I hand it would release a large weight. I always thought it would be a time to celebrate.
And instead I cried: the first, and later worse. For several hours I feel more uncertain and heavier than before. And not because I am convinced I made the wrong choice, but because I left the courtyard of the house, the bay to the open sea, and instead to experience the thrill of sailing (technically not yet begun) I'm doing in the fear .
And what is worse is that I continue to watch my daughter and feeling desperate doubly: first because it all started from her, which, fortunately (but sometimes not), my life has completely changed in a way that can mean only give birth, death and rebirth to new life, and secondly because it is the first time I have taken a decision really weighing the consequences on the basis of its existence.
new life means that everything you had before no longer exists: time, rhythm, thoughts, body, habits, lifestyle, hobbies, passions, skills, certainties and uncertainties.
I tried to imagine what it meant to have a different life, while finding themselves at once, leaving an office (in which I have been talking for more than my expectations, discussing another problem that even the resignation will cost me money too !), is very different.
I learned that there are things you must do alone, as the highest jump from the rock: and I do not know if it is right or not, if it is normal or not, it is common to all or not, but I know that for me means that the greatest happiness, yesterday, I felt that I had no one around. And while it builds up, the other hurts.
I also learned that this freedom, when I dreamed it, and so many images, is a freedom that makes me very afraid, now that I'm her mother. I am afraid for my daughter, for what will hit on you if my plans fail, and I am afraid for myself, for what will become if my ambitions do not find their way.
There is a lot of stuff in short. The die is cast, the door is open, the decisions were taken.
The ocean is bigger than I imagined, the wind is colder than I thought, and I have to get used a bit. At least a little. So from now on I will work three times because I have a big ship to ride alone. Maybe one day I will find a crew. In the meantime, wish me the wind, the sea, you know, you traitor.
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