Ennui

The Than-bauk is a three-line poem, conventionally an epigram, each line being of four syllables, and the rhyme being on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second one, and the second of the third. This has been called "climbing rhyme" and is characteristic of Burmese verse.

The following is my poem in Than-bauk:

Ennui

When tears become
more the sum of
night, numb is love.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

From Dolphin to Whale and Back, 8/23/09


May 2009, was pretty busy; I celebrated my first year ever without smoking, lost 45 pounds & umm, oh ya, earned a Ph.D.

In May 2008, I weighed 180 pounds, 80 more than when I re-entered college in 1996. I was desperate to lose weight!!!

But, to get from whale back to dolphin proved to be an impossible challenge, until the elliptical that I ordered arrived. In spite of my aspirational goal of 15 minutes, I was too weak to work out longer than 2, a pathetic performance indeed.

My wobbly legs and unwielding body angered me and created a will so strong I could hardly believe that it was me. Not only was I of whale-like proportions, my lungs were too compromised to exercise on my brand-new, extraordinarily expensive, elliptical. Ironically, after 59 years of smoking, and hundreds of failed attempts at quitting, I was forced to admit that I was in denial, and that these coping mechanisms, which may have been useful at one time, were no longer required. That is, I needed to surrender the irrational fantasy that my addictions were somehow equated with my creativity, and I would have to re-learn the art of working without stimulants.

By placing my weight-loss goal at the top of my to-do list, my love for both cigarettes & white wine became more than obstacles, they went straight to the top of my #%&# list.

It never occured to me in the past that I might have to "trick" my brain to re-invent the new me!

However, when Nicorette failed to do more than create a new addiction, and diet pills caused my heart to race, do flip-flops, and in general cause binge attacks, I grudgingly decided to give exercise a try, after all, if that failed, I could always start smoking again. I actually told myself that, and by prioritizing my challenges, (placing weight loss over smoking cessation) I succeeded in refusing to boo-hoo over the loss of my best friends (cigs & white wine).

Yup, that's how I tricked myself into losing 45 pounds; gaining the discipline to lengthen my work-out time to 45 minutes twice per each day (burning 500 cals each) and now have just 35 easy pounds to lose. I will never smoke again and although I'm not sure why I stopped drinking, as I thought alcoholism was extremely difficult to control, apparently my particular brand of binge drinking was tied to smoking, making the transition easier than most. I then created a delicious menu of wacky recipes to fit into my microscopic budget. More later


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