Sex – Beware the Black Widow

On August 15th when I wrote Oxytocin Could Boost Social Sensitivity I warned you this article was coming.  Hopefully I haven’t lost too many readers to this problem between then and now.  Just a minute gotta check the site stats.  Uh Oh.  I mean I warned you!  Hardly my fault if your die being irresponsible.  You would think a warning like “Sex will kill you! 100% Guaranteed” would be enough.

Why You Hafta Go and Make Things So Complicated?

I came in at the end of a conversation when I heard this line.  Conversation dried up after that so it must have been juicy!  Anyway, it got me thinking and not about the Avril Lavigne song! When you were a child life was simple.  You asked John if he wanted to play if he said no you went and asked Barbara or Bill until you had somebody to play with.  John was forgotten from your mind the second you walked away.  Unless of course John had a cool new bike and what you really wanted was to ride his bike.  That’s another story that ended in a bloody lip.  Which was really cool too as I recall!

It Ain’t High School Gym Class

At one time you were a 17 year old high school geek praying it wasn’t going to be square dancing day or yoga day or gymnastics day in gym class.  You hoped you were not picked last for team sports and that you were invisible when changing in the locker room.  Most people had the same experience in gym class.  There was something you were not good at and the potential for embarrassing debacles was high. That’s right you have spent years erasing that 17 year old twit from your memory.  You’re a responsible adult that others look to for guidance.  You don’t stammer and stutter your way through a meeting.  You are clear, concise and effective.  So how come that 17 year old is the one making your decisions about fitness?  I can’t join a health club! I won’t fit in!  I won’t know what to do!  People will look at me and laugh behind my back!

Moanday Link Storm Aug. 20 2012

Moandays are always such brain foggy days.  It is hard to get anything going.  I painted my toenails last night in the dark.  They look like some 6 year olds fingerpainting project.  Today is a good day for mindlessly pushing data around.  Maybe if I am lucky the right answer will pop out the other end of this computer by accident. Here is a link to Jack Sh*t Gettin’ Fit.  People seem to like his web site.  It is certainly unique.  http://jackfit.blogspot.ca/ Here is another really good site particularly if you are a meat eater. Mark’s Daily Apple  This article is about high fat diets relationship to Type 2 Diabetes.  Scientists used non-foods on mice to make coclusions about humans, pretty much guarenteeing they got the results they were looking for.  Urgh!! http://www.marksdailyapple.com/does-a-high-fat-diet-cause-type-2-diabetes/#axzz241eBxx62 Ranchers turn to feeding cattles old candy instead of expensive corn. http://www.theweathernetwork.com/news/storm_watch_stories3&stormfile=Rancher_turns_to_candy_for_a_sweet_solution_to_high_feed_prices_16_08_2012?ref=ccbox_weather_topstories  

Oxytocin Could Boost Social Sensitivity

I was doing a little research for an article titled “Sex will kill you! 100% Guaranteed” and I came upon an interesting study on Oxytocin. The study is titled “The Oxytocin enhances pupil dilation and sensitivity to ‘hidden’ emotional expressions.”  Here’s the link. http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/22648957 and here’s a quote “the hormone may act on the brain by literally focusing visual attention on important social information and making it seem more distinct. But the effect was most pronounced in people who started out with difficulty reading social cues.”

The Self-Hate Thing

I have been meaning to write about self-hate for a while, but I just have not felt really qualified to speak on the topic.  I have had people tell me that I don’t like myself or that I have low self-esteem.  I think maybe they are making an assumption based on the way I look.  I am a complainer maybe that is what they see.  I also make jokes about the indignities of being fat.  I find it funny.  Maybe my sense of humour is warped.  The thing is that I really like myself.  I would rather be slim and in the best shape possible, but I don’t really see this body I live in as being a big part of the definition of who I am.  I just consider it the house I live in.  On the outside it needs a lot of work because it has been neglected but that is just cosmetic.  The foundation is rock solid.  The interior is clever and artistic and colourful and well really pretty amazing!

Moanday Link Storm

Moanday instead of Monday Ha!!  That was an accident but it is so true.  My mother was kind enough to pick out my spelling and grammar mistakes on the site this weekend so I could correct them.  I wonder what she will make of this.  I blame my spelling problems on the fact that I can never find my reading glasses so I am just guessing what is actually getting written on this page. So on MOANdays I am going to try to make a habit of posting links to interesting articles on the web. A friend is having some weight loss success after years of amazing discipline with little result using this web site http://www.myfitnesspal.com/  She has been able to increase her calories and still lose weight.  She is similar to many older woman in that her metabolism has slowed down and she has a persistent 20 Lbs stuck on her tummy and hips. There is an interesting series on HBO called The Weight of The Nation about obesity.  I know you don’t get HBO.  Not a problem you can watch the series on-line even up here in Canada at http://theweightofthenation.hbo.com/ Here is an article Pam from www.FatGirls4Fitness.com sent me on the … Continue reading

Therese Unplugged

Therese is one of the amazing Yise women who has changed my life for the better.  She is astoundingly open with and accepting of her own faults as well as others.  I can always count on Therese to tell it like it is.  Which usually has me at least, bug eyed and jaw dropped!  Everybody should have a friend like Therese! From as far back as childhood I have struggled with my identity, I never felt I fitted in anywhere, a square peg in a round hole.