Sep. 23rd, 2009

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Please also view this entry:Last call for smiling faces on the desk, plus 'tea-minion' for Polyday (this Saturday!) if you're interested in helping out at the last minute!


(Actually most of it went up a few days ago, but was just waiting for a very few finishing touches)

Polyday: 1.30pm onwards, Saturday 26th of September at Dragon Hall

We're pleased to announce that the schedule for Polyday is finally up at http://www.studio63.org.uk/polyday/plan.html with what I'm sure is the usual warning about being subject to last-minute alterations due to pestilence, war, famine, swine-flu* etc.

There are still some cabaret tickets available too, and more details on the site here: http://www.studio63.org.uk/polyday/cabaret.html . We have the whole building, so if you're attending Polyday but not the Cabaret, the other workshop rooms will be available to you as continuing discussion and social space.

Start time for Polyday itself is 1.30pm (please don't arrive before this, as the venue is booked to other people earlier in the day, but there is a fab selection of restaurants, cafes and pubs in the very local area to hang out in, if you do happen to arrive early)

After that, the day is yours. Enjoy!

I hope to see many of you on Saturday.


Maxine.

x

* I've been informed that a not insubstantial segment of the poly population has in fact gone down with this evil during the past couple of days, so have fingers firmly crossed that we'll still have a few left by Saturday!
emanix: (Default)
Last call for smiling faces on the desk, plus 'tea-minion' for Polyday
(this Saturday!)

Hi all,

It's a fantastic opportunity to meet people, get to know who's who,
and help out the nervous newbies who need pointing in the right
direction (to workshops).

I have a handful of lovely friendly people signed up already, but the
more the merrier - it means everyone gets to see more workshops!

Also I am looking for a replacement for my adorable tea-minion, who
has just let me know she'll be on crutches on the day, so has been
moved to the desk as well. This role involves short bursts of high
energy, manning the tea urn, dispensing tea, coffee and possible hot
chocolate and biscuits, in the gaps between sessions (we'll be
providing disposable cups, so no washing up!)

If you're interested in either or both of these, please email me
directly (theofficialmaxine+polyday@gmail.com) and let me know what you'd like to do, and which workshops
you're most keen to attend (or be on time for, in the case of tea
person) workshop schedule is here:
http://www.studio63.org.uk/polyday/plan.html

Smiles,
________
Maxine.
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I hate dieting.

I hate the mysogynistic attitudes pushing women into looking a particular way to please men, and the bitchy fashion crap perpetuated by women too. I believe that healthy bodies are beautiful, whatever the shape and size (and the range of shapes and sizes among my partners and exes demonstrates this just fine). Aesthetically, I love my own body just as it is, hips, boobs, bum, all of it. Unfortunately my right knee joint doesn't agree.

My right knee joint - the one that I've had dozens of operations on, and several accidents to boot. The reason I walk with a stick, however stylish - is complaining that I'm two, nearly two and a half stones over the healthiest weight for my height, and it's not happy. I'm not 'fat'(you probably wouldn't guess it to look at me, as it's pretty evenly spread), I'm not even clinically obese, but I am over the 'best' weight for my size, and my knee is reminding me it was happiest when I was a couple of stone lighter. Reminding me by hurting a lot, and locking or giving way at inopportune moments.

I don't have the option to exercise it off. Any attempt at jogging and my knee joint may explode. Serious swimming causes more pain than I could imagine before I tried it. Cycling causes noises that would make even the least squeamish amongst you grimace. I can get on with yoga, some martial arts, even belly dancing, but none of them is particularly the sort of cardiovascular regime I'd need to properly lose weight.

So controlling what I eat, or being unable to walk is the option I have.

My body doesn't like this either.

We have this conversation:

Me: "Hey body, I know you want me to be a bit lighter, so today I'm going to give you lashings of fresh fruit and veg, and lean meat, and lots of lovely fibre. I know how you love that."

Body: "Oh yeah, I do love that. But hey, where is the fat? Where are the starches and the fast sugars? You're cutting me down on carbohydrates too? You're... you're starving me!

Me: "But this is what you wanted, you want me to weigh less!"

Body: "Starving! You can't do this to me! Chop off an arm or something to get lighter, just give me MORE!"


And so on...

The thing that bugs me, which diet books and clubs and magazines always miraculously fail to mention, is that the whole point of dieting is to give your body less energy than it wants. It makes me feel tired, grouchy, run down, no matter how much healthy stuff I'm eating, because my body is simply getting fewer calories than I'm using - and that's the whole point.

My body, on the other hand, has the same attitude to calories that I do to money. It likes to have a little set aside for a rainy day. It wants to have a tiny bit extra each day to pop into the savings bank in case of emergencies. It asks me

"what if there's a famine?"

Me: "There's not going to be a famine. We're NOT going to starve. You have plenty of reserves, use some of those!"

Body: "But war, pestilence, plague, the death of all your loved ones! The sudden crumbling of society! There is no certainty!"


My body, it seems, has a rather pessimistic outlook on life. It is rather sceptical about the continuation of society-as-we-know-it, and insists that I might one day NEED these extra stores. However, where my little nest egg in the bank may one day become a house, or an investment of some sort, or one fine day in the far future even a pension, that nest-egg of stored energy that I'm lugging around every day is unlikely ever to become anything but a nuisance.

So I have my knee joint grumbling that I'm putting it under constant strain, and occasionally going on strike, and my stomach on the opposing side crying hysterically, staging all sorts of melodrama, wailing that doom and destruction may befall us, and I'm going to wish that I'd kept a hold of that extra icecream-portion's worth of podge. And here's 'me' caught in the middle with no way to win other than to accept that one side or other is going to keep on grumbling at me.

Apparently, I am at war.

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