Fit to be Counted

I don’t record the calories I eat or count my steps. I do need to calculate the carb-to-insulin ratio for my injections but that is to maintain decent blood sugars and dietary needs. A couple of months ago I celebrated losing three pounds due to starting a yoga regimen. I do not do this very often. I will explain the reasons further on.

At the time of writing (09 January 2018) I am five feet, three-quarter inches (SGI refuses to let me be 5’1) and 155 pounds. Yup, a little pudgy, me. I recently discovered I am beautiful. I still have a weigh to go to be comfortable with my floppy bits.

Within the last four or five years, I have become less worried about my outside. My insides, on the other side, are a concern. Diabetes and rheumatoid arthritis are playing against each other. After the car accident last year, I have been through bouts of physio treatments which have helped with regaining movement in my arms, but the stress of waiting to get better has made arthritis worse. Do not fret, I am not getting tingly feet or the like.

Yoga has to help me strengthen my muscles and my joints, which I think it was meant to do. I have found a programme designed for people with disabilities and limited movement. Having been blessed with whiplash in my middle back and a concussion, these exercises have been great. I can’t do fast moving Zumba like I could before. Heck, I have trouble watching television for a long time without feeling uncomfortable. Besides the plot of ‘The Last Jedi’, I could not wait to get into the car to go home and rest after watching this film. The fast motion, the loud sounds and the bad storyline made my brain hurt.

Now with the documenting of achievements. I see postings of training runs, laps run at the field house, stairs stepped at the office; all these are great, it does show a desire to feel better and get into shape. The work we put into our fitness programmes is to be encouraged. We slip out of it for a while, the reasons are our own. I used to be bothered by all the accomplishments of those who are dedicated, but now I am encouraged by those who take a break, cut back or lose only a pound after trying with all their might to lose two. I find our examples of humility lovely and we need to be kind in our attempts. Cheering each other on, even through the stoppages.

Setting a goal is great. I hope to melt away the dimples on my backside, yet that is going to take a lot of physical work which my body and my brain may not be able to take. Failing to achieve a set goal is not a bad thing. You may be sick one day and this may change your processing. Do not be discouraged. I still have a pilates ball waiting to be rolled again.

I could get into the fooding elements involved in getting fit. ‘Getting fit’, pfft, how about saying ‘feeling great’. I have been changing what I eat, going for a less meat diet. Not meatless. Bacon and I are no longer on speaking terms, yet I have made room for more chicken. I have tofu in da house. Going back to gluten-free may come later. I know I need to fix my food habits, as these go along with exercise. I am one of those lucky diabetics who have reoccurring low blood sugar episodes, what we called ‘insulin reactions’ back in the day. This has made it a bit complicated to change an eating lifestyle. Carbs are a blessing, but they are also a curse.

Like me, we need to consider the reason we post our fitness goals and our misses. I do it as a way to remind others I am a human with floppy bits. I am just glad to be able to do something that allows me to move at my own pace whilst stylin’ a funky pair of yoga pants (or not 😉).

It may take a while to get anywhere, and the same could apply to you. It does not matter – I will still love you.

Merry Whateverness

The more I look at where I am the more I want to be somewhere else. I am finding it difficult to find a job, mostly due to a thousand others looking for the same thing I am. I have had a few set-backs to my healing from our car accident, which can make work tough.

I found a fantastic posting at a not-for-profit music organisation, based in Regina with an office in Saskatoon but, alas, it was not to be mine.

Their mandate is promote Saskatchewan music artists from all aspects of the universe. I send albums by Saskatchewan-based artists across the world; you want promos, you got ’em! Granted, it is only for one year, but what an amazing year I would make! I have a music degree (BA), I have done my own radio shows, Classical music mixes: Ina Toon, one even broadcast on an international radio show: We Dig Deeper, Cassette# 15, and I completed the first instalment of my podcast: A Split in the Cabinet; or The Fate of England – Chapter One.

I am a Saskatchewan music artist with no support in my own province, even with sharing on social media. I don’t tour or have a band. My support comes from my fantastic friends in the UK and the EU. They make my art worthwhile.

What more do I have to do?

Empowered

It has been a long time since I have written here. Weird stuff is going on.

I am in the process of recording an audiobook, which will be posted here (crossing fingers) by the end of the month. I have set up a podcast site, which will be linked here in the next few weeks.

I have finally admitted I cannot be like the others. I have tried to get into the dance/house/shake-it-all-about music, but I just can’t. I love songs and I think that is where it will stand. I am at the same place where some of my friends are when I get all crazy-weird over Shostakovich.

I tried the radio show thing and I could not get it. It could have been the format I chose or the music I played. I built myself up even though I realise I should have stayed on the ground. My style didn’t really mix with the cloud.

I need to stop trying to be cool. I have to go back to being school.

I am still doing my Classical music mixeruppers. Musicating brings me joy. I am breaking soundscope rules for instruments. A banjo can play the first violin part – darn tootin’. I need to reclaim my stuff and prepare to break rules.

I may not be able to talk shop with the Jedi DJ Masters, but I can thank them for supplying an alternative soundtrack. I still listen to my friends’ radio shows, read about their various entertainments and delve into musical conversations. Mind you, some of these conversations have lead to extreme bullying and horrible accusations, however, most people are fairly decent; even the broody ones.

*Bully Alert activated*

I do have some personal issues to deal with, so I cannot promise a definitive date for anything. I do not have the type of OCD that needs set dates, which is not a good thing. My brain is stacked full of thoughts and hopes that I hope will materialise into something.

Thank you all for being awesome!

Guest post: An open letter to Glastonbury, from a victim.

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Dear The Eavis family, and all who make Glastonbury happen,

So I write a lot of letters, but I promise this one will be worth reading – stick with it. This isn’t complaining about the crowds or the headliners, or telling the world how life changing the week was for me to provoke envy inducing angry faces all over Facebook. This is a story about a girl who contacted a giant festival who cater for hundreds of thousands with a request for help and was met with compassion, love and overwhelming acts of kindness.

I was lucky enough to get tickets to Glastonbury for the first year ever, with a group of friends who were equally as excited as I was – WhatsApp groups sharing outfits and line up rumours sprung up within minutes of receiving the golden tickets, and June 2017 could not come soon enough.

Unfortunately for me…

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Boléro Oh Oh

Well, my classmates, it is coming along nicely. The Boléro, that is.

I do not want to offend my DJ master mixer friends, but this piece is one of the best examples of repetitive beats you will ever find – bar none. The instrumentation, as a whole, is very simple, yet the structure and layers make it sound almost unreal. Stripping the instrument parts away from the whole gives an insight to the importance of each individual instrument.

I dream about this piece at night.

I am beginning to worry about ruining the soul of the piece. Like some DJs who write a “Classical” (this term is taken very loosely at times) work and run away with a hit, I also play around with the limits of an instrument. At first I did not like the idea of DJing up a Classic, then I realised I sometimes have change the range of an instrument due to the fact the original instrument is not one of the chosen few.

So, what the hey!!!

Though I am a desk jockey by trade, musicating helps settle the mind. I have taken an interest in furthering my knowledge of Ravel, and beginning with one of his best-known works is a good place to start. A pianist by training, Ravel was able to mix the Baroque with the ancient Greek. Today we see these mixtures (in some cases) as ho-hum, Ravel made it revolutionary.

Our DJ friends do similar things when they wiggle their electronic knobbly bits. I think I need to give these people respect, not some but a lot.

Fresh Beginning

It has been a tough few days, yet I think I have come out alright. The fire of fighting is burning. I still have moments of unrest, mostly due to over indulgence of fruit and tea.

My husband and my friends have been soul savers. I have reminded my mental illness it cannot run the show even though there are moments I want to shut myself away. No, I will not let it. My friendlies are looking out for jagged rocks and I am returning the favour.

Maurice Ravel’s Boléro is becoming a musicating joy. My plan is to do a remix of this piece. I dream this tune. I don’t remember ever being so excited about a remix since last week!

I will keep you posted.