Bhagavate

[clevermanka]

Kirtan with Keshavacharya Das last night was wonderful. I knew there would be a little bit of food afterward, but I didn't expect a whole meal. A whole delicious meal. I should have taken a photo of my plate. I did take a photo with Keshavacharya.

He's tall, but when I tried the first photo, the top of his head got cut off. So that's me standing on tiptoe and him sort of crouching down. We're sweating like crazy because it was hot in the studio what with all the people, singing, and food. And, you know, the sun was actually out yesterday. For a change. Too bad it couldn't stay around for more than twenty-four hours.

I'm really really really really really tired of rain.

The post office destroyed my returned cleanse. Of course I didn't think to insure it. Now I'm out my $65 reimbursement. Nice.

Thanks to a suggestion by razorart, I'm going to try a new eating method. The Johnson Up Day Down Day Diet. It's yet another method of calorie restricted eating, which I'm convinced is the only known way to extend longevity in humans (so far). I never planned on living an exceptionally long time, but being with mckitterick and hearing his hopes and thoughts about a long life, I revised my plan and I hope to make it to 100 years in good health and mental acuity. Thus, my various forays into the world of intermittent fasting and calorie restriction.

And speaking of calorie restriction. My mom's been very ill for over a year. She's never been a terribly healthy person or someone interested in being in good shape, so when she started getting sick, she didn't have any healthy reserves to draw from--not to mention her lifetime of poor health choices. She has a heart condition, a thyroid problem, osteoporosis, and a vocal chord problem that makes her cough a lot--ugly, wracking coughs that keep her from breathing sometimes. Late last year she started having bad reactions to several foods, so she stopped eating much. Now she can't taste anything either, so that's not helping her get down the foods she can eat. She fired her old cardiologist, stopped taking her medication (the heart medication was exacerbating the thyroid problem), and started seeing a new heart doctor. When she went in for the first visit they weighed her--and she came in at 148 pounds. She's lost thirteen pounds since I saw her at the beginning of April, and she was looking frail then. My mom is not, never has been, a small person. When she was young, she was nearly five foot ten. Thanks to spinal compression and bone deterioration, she's shorter than me now. And she's within a pound of weighing less than me now. I'm worried about her. Even if she does get over this whatever-it-is she's dealing with now, the toll of a years-long illness isn't going to help her live longer. My mommy's not going to live to be 100.

Long-ass four-hour meeting five-hour meeting this afternoon. At least when it's over, it'll be the weekend.