This photograph of the first sunrise of spring began on the bottom left, went through a filter, then a painting plug in, then a few other adjustments.
It's not that I think this is a “WOW” image. In fact, I'll probably go back and start again with the original image. But, the point to me, is I have tricks. Some are effortless and I'm not even conscious of the steps I go through. I could be listening to a podcast or watching TV while I'm doing it. If I were to do a tutorial of my process, someone else would have to narrate it because I've done three steps and I think I've only done one. Sometimes my tricks enhance an image, sometimes they don't. I really don't know until several days after I've done one whether it's anything I want to keep. I need to look at it again with fresh eyes.
The distortion ability has its upside when it comes to making art but is a remarkable curse when it comes to weight management issues. At least, mine.
No matter how long I am in the size I want to be in, feel as sprightly as I can feel, I still have no good instinct for the truth of where I'm at. Each week I try to guess whether weight is up or down and at least 50% of the time, my guess is wrong. I've been off as much as 3 pounds + or -.
Which tells me my internal compass has no equivalent of true north. Forget why that is or how it came to be, it's simply defective, period. I am not a good judge of this issue.
I've just finished a remarkable novel called, “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr. It is on everyone's best book of 2014 list and has not one thing to do with weight control.
But, one of its main characters, a young girl, Marie, is blind and her father builds her a precise model of her neighborhood so she can familiarize herself through touch with the buildings, the houses, the streets. Then, he takes her out and they go, day after day, up and down the streets, to his place of work, to shops, and she familiarizes herself with how many street drains her cane hits before she has to turn left or right, what the familiar smells are of a certain corner where the bakery is. In other words, she uses other senses to create a compass that shall eventually guide her in this remarkable book, to travel alone without her father, to where she needs to go.
So, to inaugurate “Friday Facts”, each morning, for the next few weeks, I'm going to weigh myself and just touch base with reality and see if I can create a more accurate internal compass.
This is a no-no apparently in some weight management programs but for me, with no reliable coordinates on my compass, it may be freeing to start each day in the reality ballpark and take some stress out of figuring out whether I'm distorting the facts or enhancing them.