Weighing In, Weighing Up

I woke up this morning and weighed myself for the first time in about a week and a half, for a reality check.  The number was up.

I have been trying to distract myself by thinking and emailing about the new release in one of my friends' favorite UF series.  (Iron Crowned by Richelle Mead, book #3 in the Dark Swan series.  Initial consensus: mixed.)

It's only working to a certain extent, because this weight gain comes from nothing I'm really doing on purpose.  I mean, I am.  I'm putting food into my mouth on purpose.  I'm digesting it on purpose.  I'm eating slightly more protein on purpose.  But while weight loss and gain and maintenance come down to simple math, I don't sit there and crunch the numbers.  So.  I feel puffy.  I feel squishy.  I feel scared.  I'm trying to psych myself up about it, go through the logical motions meant to defeat cognitive dissonance.  But...  Yeah, no.

Here.  Have a falcon.  Because I like falcons and because it's today's Wikimedia picture.


Off-Topic and Obligatory: Unions

I can't be the only one who is a little appalled that the DOWN WITH UNIONS!!! thing is going on when we are but one month shy of the centennial anniversary of the horrific Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire.  Surely this irony isn't lost on most people (well, on most people who are aware of what the fire was, what it signified and set off in American workers' rights movement, in the women's rights movement, in the immigrants' rights movement, and so on...).

Seriously, guys, read some of the interviews with survivors.  Read about the justice that didn't come (ever) for the owners of that company.  Read about the total disregard for life and limb (of others, of course).  You read that and you try to argue with me about unions.  No, the teachers in Wisconsin aren't fighting for unlocked fire exits so they don't burn to death.  Yes, they are fighting for quality of life, and in many ways symbolic and tangible, that fight started after the Triangle fire.

I had classes in that building when I was at NYU.  In my AP American History class we had a whole unit on the rolling intersection of the Industrial Revolution, the Gilded Age, and the New Deal, so the location of the Triangle fire was already in my sphere of knowledge when I had my first classes as a freshman Drama major.  These days, that's primarily a College of Arts & Sciences building, but most of my required theatre studies classes and a handful of electives were there.  I had several, over my four years, on the eighth floor where the Triangle fire started.  It's a neat old building.  Technically NYU connects two buildings there; I forget what the other one's called, but it's the home of CAS and has beautiful views over the Village and Washington Square Park.  Really beautiful, with lots of staircases, lots of fire hoses, lots of sturdy fire escapes, lots of sprinklers.

Something else I experienced frequently while at NYU?  Student teacher strikes.  I don't know what the situation is like now, but the president (John Sexton?) had a reputation for exploiting student teachers.  Furthermore, the student teachers weren't allowed to unionize.  A lot of the protests and pickets I witnessed took place at the northeast corner of Washington Square Park, right at the College of Arts & Sciences building, right where the Triangle Shirtwaist Company operated.