Archive for January 2006

Mahjong

January 30, 2006

I

am so tired. Will someone just shoot me? Don’t they shoot horses to put them out of their misery? I feel a meek whinny ready to come out of my throat… Oh well. What kills me is: How could anyone who feels so over worked be so fat? With so much cholesterol and high levels of triglycerides? Shouldn’t I be burning off this excess?

This Tuesday is game night at the language lab. The director decided that each language at school should sponsor a game in their respective culture to generate further interest. She contacted me and asked me if I wanted to play Mahjong on Tuesday “Game Night”. In previous years, it would have been easy to say “no”. Tuesday night was my film class and there’s no getting around that. But this year, our fearless department chair asked to change days so that Korean students could take both Korean language and Korean film. I have, up until now, scheduled my life around my work schedule. Chip goes to night school on Tuesdays and Thursdays so we are both late on Tuesdays, and we have late suppers–after 10 PM–on these nights only. However, since I am the collegial type, I said okay and now we have late suppers three nights of the week. Not that this would matter to the chair, I suppose.

So, without any real excuse, I said “okay” to Mahjong night. It’s only once this semester, and it would be fun to play again, although I believe I will be teaching more than playing. And as a teacher, I gotta do it right if I’m gonna do it at all. So what do I do? I spend the whole freakin’ weekend creating handouts for this two-hour gathering. The rules of the game. How to deal the tiles–the play moves counter-clockwise while the tiles are dealt clockwise. The different hands to win with. I even made images of mahjong tiles so people will understand them better. There were some on line, but they were rather jagged looking so I spent a bit of time making them look better. (If you click it, you’ll see it’s original size.)

So I spent… oh, maybe 20 to 24 hours of the weekend on this. Why do I do this to myself? Cuz, I teach. If you’re gonna do it, do it right.

But I think I’ll scream if only two students show up.

Mahjong

January 30, 2006

I

am so tired. Will someone just shoot me? Don’t they shoot horses to put them out of their misery? I feel a meek whinny ready to come out of my throat… Oh well. What kills me is: How could anyone who feels so over worked be so fat? With so much cholesterol and high levels of triglycerides? Shouldn’t I be burning off this excess?

This Tuesday is game night at the language lab. The director decided that each language at school should sponsor a game in their respective culture to generate further interest. She contacted me and asked me if I wanted to play Mahjong on Tuesday “Game Night”. In previous years, it would have been easy to say “no”. Tuesday night was my film class and there’s no getting around that. But this year, our fearless department chair asked to change days so that Korean students could take both Korean language and Korean film. I have, up until now, scheduled my life around my work schedule. Chip goes to night school on Tuesdays and Thursdays so we are both late on Tuesdays, and we have late suppers–after 10 PM–on these nights only. However, since I am the collegial type, I said okay and now we have late suppers three nights of the week. Not that this would matter to the chair, I suppose.

So, without any real excuse, I said “okay” to Mahjong night. It’s only once this semester, and it would be fun to play again, although I believe I will be teaching more than playing. And as a teacher, I gotta do it right if I’m gonna do it at all. So what do I do? I spend the whole freakin’ weekend creating handouts for this two-hour gathering. The rules of the game. How to deal the tiles–the play moves counter-clockwise while the tiles are dealt clockwise. The different hands to win with. I even made images of mahjong tiles so people will understand them better. There were some on line, but they were rather jagged looking so I spent a bit of time making them look better. (If you click it, you’ll see it’s original size.)

So I spent… oh, maybe 20 to 24 hours of the weekend on this. Why do I do this to myself? Cuz, I teach. If you’re gonna do it, do it right.

But I think I’ll scream if only two students show up.

It’s Official–I’m Fat

January 26, 2006

I

went to take my bi-decade physical earlier this month. After the chest-pain, gaseous-intestines fiasco, the doc suggested that I get myself checked out. So I did. I’m not a Doctor’s office kinda guy. Sterile smell. Cold. Musak. Gives me the heebie jeebies. Of course, at least there isn’t the sound of the dentist’s drill. That is the one waiting room I really hate. Anyway, I went for the physical and the doc sorta gave me the once over and said I looked reasonably fit, but she would hold off on any final comments until after the results of my bloodwork. Well, the verdict is in…

I need to REALLY exercise. I mean, no more take-your-time bullshit exercise. No more, I’ll-eat-Doritos-today-and-walk-it-off-tomorrow approaches. My total cholesterol is up (236). My bad cholesterol is WAY up (140), my good cholesterol is down (51). My triglycerides are way, way up (223). I figure I have a few more months to live…

Fortunately, the doctor didn’t think I need medication yet. She wants to see if I have the wherewithal to bring the numbers down on my own. Once you’re on medication, you stay on medication. I guess the idea that you can control your cholesterol with drugs hope may cause to you to take it for granted, to get lazier, and ultimately less healthier. Well, I guess I have a good reason to renew an old New Year’s resolution.

I only hope I’ll be alive to see it through…

It’s Official–I’m Fat

January 26, 2006

I

went to take my bi-decade physical earlier this month. After the chest-pain, gaseous-intestines fiasco, the doc suggested that I get myself checked out. So I did. I’m not a Doctor’s office kinda guy. Sterile smell. Cold. Musak. Gives me the heebie jeebies. Of course, at least there isn’t the sound of the dentist’s drill. That is the one waiting room I really hate. Anyway, I went for the physical and the doc sorta gave me the once over and said I looked reasonably fit, but she would hold off on any final comments until after the results of my bloodwork. Well, the verdict is in…

I need to REALLY exercise. I mean, no more take-your-time bullshit exercise. No more, I’ll-eat-Doritos-today-and-walk-it-off-tomorrow approaches. My total cholesterol is up (236). My bad cholesterol is WAY up (140), my good cholesterol is down (51). My triglycerides are way, way up (223). I figure I have a few more months to live…

Fortunately, the doctor didn’t think I need medication yet. She wants to see if I have the wherewithal to bring the numbers down on my own. Once you’re on medication, you stay on medication. I guess the idea that you can control your cholesterol with drugs hope may cause to you to take it for granted, to get lazier, and ultimately less healthier. Well, I guess I have a good reason to renew an old New Year’s resolution.

I only hope I’ll be alive to see it through…

It’s Official–I’m Fat

January 26, 2006

I

went to take my bi-decade physical earlier this month. After the chest-pain, gaseous-intestines fiasco, the doc suggested that I get myself checked out. So I did. I’m not a Doctor’s office kinda guy. Sterile smell. Cold. Musak. Gives me the heebie jeebies. Of course, at least there isn’t the sound of the dentist’s drill. That is the one waiting room I really hate. Anyway, I went for the physical and the doc sorta gave me the once over and said I looked reasonably fit, but she would hold off on any final comments until after the results of my bloodwork. Well, the verdict is in…

I need to REALLY exercise. I mean, no more take-your-time bullshit exercise. No more, I’ll-eat-Doritos-today-and-walk-it-off-tomorrow approaches. My total cholesterol is up (236). My bad cholesterol is WAY up (140), my good cholesterol is down (51). My triglycerides are way, way up (223). I figure I have a few more months to live…

Fortunately, the doctor didn’t think I need medication yet. She wants to see if I have the wherewithal to bring the numbers down on my own. Once you’re on medication, you stay on medication. I guess the idea that you can control your cholesterol with drugs hope may cause to you to take it for granted, to get lazier, and ultimately less healthier. Well, I guess I have a good reason to renew an old New Year’s resolution.

I only hope I’ll be alive to see it through…

It’s Official–I’m Fat

January 26, 2006

I

went to take my bi-decade physical earlier this month. After the chest-pain, gaseous-intestines fiasco, the doc suggested that I get myself checked out. So I did. I’m not a Doctor’s office kinda guy. Sterile smell. Cold. Musak. Gives me the heebie jeebies. Of course, at least there isn’t the sound of the dentist’s drill. That is the one waiting room I really hate. Anyway, I went for the physical and the doc sorta gave me the once over and said I looked reasonably fit, but she would hold off on any final comments until after the results of my bloodwork. Well, the verdict is in…

I need to REALLY exercise. I mean, no more take-your-time bullshit exercise. No more, I’ll-eat-Doritos-today-and-walk-it-off-tomorrow approaches. My total cholesterol is up (236). My bad cholesterol is WAY up (140), my good cholesterol is down (51). My triglycerides are way, way up (223). I figure I have a few more months to live…

Fortunately, the doctor didn’t think I need medication yet. She wants to see if I have the wherewithal to bring the numbers down on my own. Once you’re on medication, you stay on medication. I guess the idea that you can control your cholesterol with drugs hope may cause to you to take it for granted, to get lazier, and ultimately less healthier. Well, I guess I have a good reason to renew an old New Year’s resolution.

I only hope I’ll be alive to see it through…

These Boots Were Made for Walking

January 24, 2006

A

s I should have known, spring semester is the busiest semester for me. So many classes, so much work, so little time. I’m already tired and the semester is only a week old. There are seven more weeks until spring break (yeah!), and 14 more weeks before the end of the semester. I’m already counting the days…

As I count these days, I am exercising. Running is the fastest way to lose weight and get fit, but I am perhaps getting too old for that, so M suggested I focus on walking. There is a lesser chance of me giving up and quitting. She said that I/everyone should take 10,000 steps a day. Yes, ten thousand. But not to fret. I figured it all out. I walk rather briskly and take 140 steps per minute, so a walk to the train station for me–I just counted it today–is 700 steps. That’s 1400 round trip. That leave, oh, only 8600 steps for the rest of the day. That’s about one hour’s worth of walking.

The problem is that I do not walk for an hour even on a busy day. So I walked on the treadmill for an hour this morning. So I got my 10,000 steps in today. Unfortunately, as M said, this is for my health. If I want to lose weight, I have to try to DOUBLE that amount.

*gulp*

So I’m walking another hour on the treadmill in the basement as I watch the news before I go to sleep. I’m hoping I’ll be so exhausted, I’ll just crash. All this exercise will de-stress me, I’m hoping. So I’m off…