The Biggest Loser

I don’t usually discuss TV much here, but I’ve been wanting to jot some thoughts about  The Biggest Loser. I’ve only been watching it for a few seasons now, but here are some general thoughts about it.

What I like about it:

  • The opportunity the contestants have to put everything else aside to concentrate on their health.
  • The opportunity to lose weight with specific instruction and guided workouts.
  • Eucational segments, like when they show the actual calorie content of many popular foods.
  • When they show simple, healthful, tasty alternatives.
  • The medical evaluations where the doctor shows scans of the amount of body fat in their system and their actual body age based on their health vs. their actual age. Painful, but it is a needed wake-up call.
  • Seeing the contestants’ progress.

What I don’t like about it:

  • The trainers yelling in the contestants’ faces.
  • The trainers referring to workouts as “beating them up” or “torturing them.”
  • Unnecessary producer-induced drama: some change or shake-up or requirement brought in just to add drama to the show. Sometimes it does help the contestants to realize that whatever they’re depending on — their routine, partner, etc. — is not what they need to be leaning so heavily on, and in that sense it is good to help them find the source of strength they need to carry on despite circumstances. But sometimes the changes seem to be designed just to get people upset so the camera can catch it so they have conflict for the show.
  • When they send people home in the first show. One or two seasons ago they sent one half of every couple home and it was up to their partners to keep losing enough weight to stay on the show and bring them back after some period of time. This season just a few minutes into the show, two teams were sent home with the opportunity to come back in a month, and whichever had lost the most could stay. Can you imagine the excitement and preparations only to be sent home so soon without the opportunity to learn what you came there to learn?
  • Jillian’s penchant to reducing a contestant to a blubbering mess so they’ll open up so she can psychoanalyze them. They all probably do have issues besides diet and exercise they need to deal with, but I don’t think it has to be done that way.

Why I could never be on the show:

  • I could not weigh in in public in those outfits designed to show every bump and bulge, not just because of embarrassment, but because of modesty. I couldn’t do so even if I was slim — especially if I was slim.
  • I could.not.stand the yelling in the face thing. Or yelling at all.
  • Physical issues that would mean not being able to do the kinds of physical things they do as much as they do them. They do sometimes have someone with bad knees or something who has to work out in the pool, but I think it puts them at a disadvantage on the show in the long run. I think it would be interesting for them to do a season with people with physical limitations just so people in that situation know it IS possible. But they probably would not have the big dramatic weight losses every week.
  • I don’t really like group things. I tried Weight Watchers for about a month but really didn’t like the sessions.
  • I’m too private to do all of that in front of the group there, not to mention in front of cameras and the public eye. Blogging about it is one thing — I did have a weight-loss blog at one time (I still have it, but have not done much with it) and participated in group weigh-in and encouragement blog until it went defunct, and I like reading other people’s weight-loss blogs, but I would feel uncomfortable in a group setting in person.

Meanwhile I’ll keep watching and hopefully learning and being inspired. Ironically, though, every time I watch it I want to eat during or after it….

Flooding and Mudding

It rained all day this past Sunday, just a sprinkle at some times and a downpour at others. The main problem that creates for us is that one corner of our “sunroom” floods when we get a lot of rain. This is the room the previous owners added on, and I don’t know if they did something wrong or what.

Our patio has a little brick wall around it with a drain that we have to keep leaves and gunk out of.

We had the roto-rooter guys out a few months ago to thoroughly clean out the drain, but it didn’t help a lot. They had a $1,200 solution to offer us, but we’re trying to come up with a less costly alternative.

So until we figure out what to do or have time to do it, we have a routine established. Jim bought a pump that we put in the corner of the patio which usually works fine. But yesterday, though we had the pump going full blast, the sunroom still flooded in one corner. We have a Wetvac and went through a lot of towels to try to keep it contained. I asked Jim if the pump just wasn’t keeping up for some reason — he said it was pumping, but the ground was so saturated there just wasn’t any place for the water to go. The water in the yard was almost to the level of the little brick wall around the patio and was about to overflow it.

(This was taken Monday just to show the wall, so no flooding is shown. The side next to the yard is not as deep as the side next to the patio.)

But finally about 11:30 p.m., the rain had moved out and everything seemed to settle down.

It was bright, sunny, and windy Monday morning, so I had great hopes for everything outside to dry out. When I took some trash out to the garbage can around lunch time, I noticed pieces of cardboard and what looked like an old handle of a rake or shovel out in the yard, so I ventured out to get it…and sunk past the level of my shoe in mud.

I’ve mentioned before that I have balance problems — I told my husband that it was a good thing that long handle was out there to use as a walking stick, or I would have been out there hollering for help until someone heard me inside. But I was able to gingerly step around the swampy area enough to get the big pieces and get back to the house.

And when I told my dear, sweet, sympathetic husband this, he replied…

“I wish I’d had the video camera!”

Thanks, Dear. 🙄 🙂

What’s On Your Nightstand: January

What's On Your NightstandThe folks at 5 Minutes For Books host What’s On Your Nightstand? the fourth Tuesday of each month in which we can share about the books we have been reading and/or plan to read. You can learn more about it by clicking the link or the button.

Wow, it’s the fourth Tuesday already?

I didn’t do a nightstand post in December because I had just had a lengthy Fall Into Reading wrap-up post the day before and because we were on an anniversary trip that day. So, if it is ok, I’ll list the books I’ve completed in the last two months:

Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus, a compilation of 22 Christmas related essays from authors varying from Augustine and Luther to Piper, not reviewed, but highly recommended.

The Heirloom by Colleen L. Reece and Julie Reece-DeMarco, reviewed here.

American Haven by Elisabeth Yates, Plain Perfect by Beth Wiseman, and A Vote of Confidence by Robin Lee Hatcher, all reviewed briefly here.

Shades of Blue by Karen Kingsbury and Fit to Be Tied is by Robin Lee Hatcher, both reviewed here.

Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery, reviewed here.

I’m currently reading The Tartan Pimpernel, which is an autobiography of Donald Caskie, a Scottish pastor in France during WWII who helped establish safe houses and escape routes for Allied soldiers, and Words Unspoken by Elizabeth Musser about…a lot of things actually, but the main story line involves a teen-age girl who feels she caused the accident that killed her mother, and eighteen months later still has panic attacks when she drives. Her father hires a kindly, wise, older man as a driving instructor who tries to help her in various ways but who has other issues in his life as well.

I have so many good books waiting to be read, I’m not sure which to choose next, but among my choices are: The Hidden Flame by Janette Oke and Davis Bunn, A Touch of Grace by Lauraine Snelling,  Detour, a non-fiction sequel to Dr. Frau: A Woman Doctor Among the Amish by Grace H. Kaiser, Parting the Waters:Finding Beauty in Brokenness by Jeanne Damoff, Where My Heart Belongs by Tracie Peterson, Dr. Sa’eed of Iran: Kurdish Physician to Princes and Peasants Nobles and Nomads by Jay M. Rasooli and Cady H. Allen (which I looked up mainly because a poem from it was read at Dr. John Dreisbach‘s funeral), Interwoven by Russ and Nancy Ebersole, about two missionaries whose mates died and who then found each other, Port of Two Brothers by Paul Schlener, the name of a village along the Amazon in Brazil named for two brother missionaries and their families who worked there, Beyond Prison Walls by Marian Bomm, about her interment in a Japanese prison camp in WWII…and many more. Decisions, decisions!!!

Microfiction Monday

Welcome to Microfiction Monday,
where a picture only paints 140 characters.

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Susan at Stony River has begun a Microfiction Monday wherein participants write a story in 140 characters or less based on a particular image that Susan has chosen for the day.  Design 215’s Character Counter helps keep track of the number of characters. It’s a fun exercise in creative conciseness…or concise creativity… You can visit Susan’s to see some very creative stories for today.

The picture for today and my take on it:

“Hey, Blondie, how come youse dolls up there get all the Cokes?”

“Let me try on that fur coat, Bettie, and maybe I’ll send one your way.”

Before the Throne of God Above

I first posted the words to this hymn back in September, but on a friend’s Facebook page I saw this music video someone had made of it.

This is an old hymn that is fairly new to me. I first heard it on the Soundforth CD Freedom Through Christ, then later on the CD A Quiet Heart. I wish it were still in our hymnbooks. I looked up and printed out the words soon after I heard it and listened to it over and over again. I can’t tell you how it has ministered to my heart.

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea.
A great high Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in Heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there the risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
King of glory and of grace,
One in Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God!

– Charitie L. Bancroft, 1863

Friday’s Fave Five

Susanne at Living to Tell the Story hosts a “Friday Fave Five” in which we share our five favorite things from the past week. Click on the button to read more of the details, and you can visit Susanne to see the list of others’ favorites or to join in.

1. A basketball win! I mentioned a few days ago that my youngest son’s Junior Varsity basketball team had won their first two games but lost the others. This past Tuesday they won another one, so I am sure that boosted their spirits. Tonight they play our biggest (but not totally undefeatable) rivals, so we’ll see how it goes. And another connected fave is that this is the last away game — all the rest are home games, at least until the play-offs at the end. Hurray!

2. I’ve mentioned my TomTom GPS before that I got for Christmas, but I leaned on it a lot this week as Tuesday night’s away game was the farthest away of all that we play, and it was in our state capital, which is not a huge city, but bigger than what I have driven in in a long time. Plus I took a wrong turn — not its fault, I just got mixed up. But then I had to really just trust it! And as I use it more I am becoming more aware of its features. It has a small screen with little arrows showing you which road to take along with voice commands, and in the bottom left corner it shows an arrow for which direction you’ll be turning next and how far away that turn is. It also shows how fast you’re driving vs. what the speed limit is, and that part lights up in red if you go more than 3 mph above the speed limit. No, this isn’t a paid ad. 🙂 But I am enjoying it more and more, and it sure beats trying to read printed off directions while driving.

3. Working in my new craft/sewing room. I still don’t have it set up just like I want it yet, but it’s functional, and it felt good to do something creative in there. But I can’t show you what I worked on….yet! 🙂

4. (Re)reading, (re)watching, and discussing Anne of Green Gables for Carrie‘s L. M. Montgomery Reading Challenge. I had said I was going to have to hold off on reading more of the series, but I am rethinking that — there are still 9 days left in the challenge! It adds to the enjoyment to discuss it with others who are reading the same author and some of the same books at the same time.

5. A couple of little things I bought from the Make Mine Pink shops’ Pink Friday sales a couple of weeks ago.

This cute little shelf from Shabby Shan’s Cottage:

And this sweet little plaque from Forget Me Not Dreams:

I’ve joked about how I often mention food on my FFF, and believe me, several came to mind! But out of respect for a couple of friends who are working on trying to lose weight, I’ll refrain.

Have a great Friday!

Thankful in everything

I Thessalonians 5:18: “In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” I can give thanks…

In infirmities — because His grace is sufficient, His strength is made perfect in my weakness. II Corinthians 12:9-10.

In reproaches — because it is an opportunity to see a fault I may have been unaware of and to deal with it, or if it is due to His Name, because it is a sign I belong to Him (Matthew 5:10-12) and not a part of the world system that opposes Him; I am a partaker of His sufferings (Philippians 3:9-10)

In necessities — because it is an opportunity to learn to be content in every circumstance (Philippians 4:11-13), and to see His provision (Philippians 4:19), and for Him to receive glory in the answer (II Corinthians 4:15)

In persecutions — because it is a sign I belong to Him (Matthew 5:10-12) and not a part of the world system that opposes Him; I am a partaker of His sufferings (Philippians 3:9-10)

In distresses — because it is an opportunity to find out my limits and my need and to see His provision and deliverance.

In chastening — because it is an indication that I belong to Him and because it will work out in me “the peaceable fruit of righteousness” (Proverbs 3:11-12, Hebrews 12:5-11)

In any trial — because the trying of my faith works patience and endurance into my character (James 1:2-4, Romans 5:3-5)

F. B. Meyer, commenting on Romans 5:17 in the January 21 reading from Our Daily Walk says:

This blessed life of victory is only possible to those who have been born from above. By nature we were born from below into the first Adam, who was “a living soul.” We must be born from above, into the second Adam, who becomes to all who trust in Him a Life-giving spirit (1Co 15:45). That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and cannot of itself rise into the Spirit; the Holy Spirit must stoop to lift it into union with Himself. But He will do this for you, if only you will lift your heart to Christ in simple faith and surrender.

The difference it will make! Each life has been planned by God with the intention of training it for high service here and beyond; and whatever happens in life, there is always an abundance of grace awaiting our use. But how often we are as blind to it as Balaam was to the Angel that stood on the wayside! We make our plans! We lie awake half the night in a fever of anxiety! We go to this friend or that! But we do not claim that abundance of grace which is intended to meet the need of the hour. It is only as we receive it by a childlike faith that we can reign in life. That word “abundance” in its Latin original speaks of ocean-waves. Stand on the shore and look out on that infinite expanse, and do not be content with scooping up enough to fill an oyster-shell!

What will result? A royal life! If a throne means power–we are strengthened with might by His Spirit in the inner man. If it means victory–we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us. If it means largess–we have always all sufficiency in all things, and abound to every good work.

PRAYER

Heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the trials and pains that are ever working for my good, and making me a partaker of Thy holiness. May I receive the abundance of Thy grace, and reign in life here and hereafter. AMEN.

So when any kind of need or problem arises, I can stress over it, wail “Why me?”, wring my hands, worry — or I can acknowledge my own deficiencies and rest in childlike faith in my heavenly Father, knowing He can take care of any need, physical, financial, emotional, spiritual, and joyfully watch to see what He will do, thankful for the opportunity to once again turn my eyes away from myself and to Him and His greatness, power, and majesty.

And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong. II Corinthians 12:9-10.

Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7.

My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing. James 1:2-4.

Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ: By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us. Romans 1:1-5.

At the grocery store…

So I stopped into a new grocery store this morning after taking Jesse to school. As I walked in the door, I saw about half a dozen manager-types  huddled over to the left and a girl restocking the produce bins on the right. As soon as I entered, they all stopped, turned to me, and said, “Welcome to (name of their store)!”

And I thought….”This is a little creepy, folks.”

That feeling persisted as the managers finished their meeting, scattered different directions, and greeted me every time they saw me throughout the store with some of the biggest, widest smiles I have ever seen and a “Welcome to ____ ____!”

At another store a few months ago, I heard a manager who was training someone say that whenever they passed within ten feet of a customer, they were supposed to greet them.

I guess that is better than workers who ignore you or seemed bothered if you ask for help, and I imagine that’s what the powers that be who make these policies are trying to combat. But the fake friendliness or commanded friendliness just bothers me for some reason. I like natural friendliness. If I happen to come across the path or come next to a worker where it would be normal and natural to speak, that’s fine. But to paste on a cheesy grin and state a standard greetings within ten feet of any customer just seems so strange and unnatural, especially to be greeted so several times throughout the store. After a while I just wanted to say, “Please just leave me alone and let me shop in peace!”

So am I just antisocial? Or too crabby to shop so early in the morning? 🙂 Does anyone else think this is weird, or do you like and appreciate it?

And I know, I know, there are bigger things in the world to be concerned about, and I’m not complaining per se — just wondering if other people share my “stray thoughts” about fake over-friendly greetings.

Anne of Green Gables

I first became acquainted with Anne of Green Gables through the well-known production that aired on PBS in the mid-80s, and I was enthralled. I had never heard of the books before, though they were hailed as classic children’s literature. My education had been enormously deficient! So I bought and read an eight-book set by Lucy Maud Montgomery containing the six Anne books as well as Rainbow Valley and Rilla of Ingleside.

I decided to revisit Anne for the 5 Minutes For Books Classics Bookclub and the L. M. Montgomery Reading Challenge hosted by Carrie at Reading to Know.   L. M. Montgomery Reading Challenge

If you’re not familiar with Anne, she is an orphan girl who has been passed around to different homes primarily as a “mother’s helper” until she ends up in an orphanage at the age of 12. She’s bright and witty but spends a great majority of her time daydreaming, imagining, and reading, perhaps as a way to escape and survive her circumstances. Unmarried brother and sister Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert of Prince Edward Island in Canada decide to send for a boy from an orphanage to help around the place as they are getting on in years, but through a miscommunication they receive…Anne. Soft-spoken and tender-hearted Matthew thinks perhaps they can do her some good and should keep her. Practical Marilla disagrees, but when she finds out Anne will be sent as a helper to a cheerless, “fractious” woman with a houseful of children rather than back to the orphanage, she can’t in good conscience hand her over, so she sets about to “raise” Anne properly.

But this description fails to capture the charm of the books and the characters:

Anne, who emphasizes that it is “Anne with an e” because the “e” adds so much character and interest, who is so sensitive about her red hair that she breaks a slate over a boy’s head for teasing her about it and tries to dye it “raven black” only to end up with it green, who longs for “a bosom friend,” who has never tasted ice cream and thrills at the possibility, who aches over beauty, renaming a tree-lined avenue the “White Way of Delight” and renames Barry’s Pond “The Lake of Shining Waters,” who gets into a series of amusing “scrapes, who, though she has “tragical” days in “the depths of despair,” usually finds the bright side of any situation.

No-nonsense Marilla, who has a kind heart and a latent sense of humor despite her strictness and sparseness, who at first is driven to distraction by Anne’s chattering but later grows to like it, who has trouble expressing her feelings.

Matthew, who never went courting because it would have involved having to talk to a woman, who decides to buy Anne a pretty dress for a ball and gets so flustered he buys a garden rake (in the dead of winter) and 20 lbs. of brown sugar before he can work up the nerve to ask for what he wants. The segments where he buys the dress, fashionable with “puffed sleeves” which Marilla thinks are so silly but which Anne has been longing for, and Anne’s running out to the barn to thank him with love and devotion shining from her eyes are some of the sweetest.

Then there is Anne’s “bosom friend” Diana; the mischievous Gilbert Blythe, whom Anne steels herself against because he teased her, but of whom she is ever aware despite her sworn animosity; busybody Rachel Lynde who does have some redeeming features nonetheless; beloved teacher Miss Stacey, who helps her give form and definition and restraint to her imagination in her writing and who nurtures her love of learning.

Though the story is not a “Christian” one per se, it is a God-fearing moral one, and though it is called children’s literature, many adults love it just as well. My reading this time was somewhat overshadowed at first by Carrie’s discovery that Lucy Maud Montgomery’s life was not characterized by the brightness, warmth, and charm of her writing, and that she in fact ended her own life. But after a while the joy of the story took over, and I could take joy in the joy she evidently found in writing. I wondered if her imagination, like Anne’s, was an outlet, an escape for whatever darkness she experienced, and I only wish she had anchored her hope in the One who could deliver her.

Just after reading the book I watched the first DVD again. Though there are a few differences from the book, overall it is remarkably true to it, and it is visually stunning as well. The scenery, the clothing, the hats, the wallpaper, the decorations — all are a feast for the eyes. And Hagood Hardy’s soundtrack is gorgeous: I kept hearing Anne’s theme even as I was reading the book. (The second film was wonderful as well, though it strayed a little farther from the books, but the third one about Anne’s first years of marriage was a complete rewrite for which Anne fans have yet to forgive Kevin Sullivan. I don’t think he quite realized just what it was about the Anne stories that captivated and charmed viewers. But we’ll save that discussion for another time.)

My first time through the books was a joyful journey of discovery: this reading of Anne was a visit with old friends. I predicted that this would make me want to reread the whole series again, and it has, but I am going to have to hold off for now and get back to that stack of new books that I need to clear off my shelves. But later in the year, perhaps this summer, I hope to visit with Anne again and continue on through the series.

(This post will also be linked to Semicolon’s Saturday Review of Books.)