Food and Diet

Moving back to America in 1995 saw me balloon from 172 pounds on April 6th, 1995, to 260 pounds today. Living in Arizona, there is nowhere to walk to with a purpose other than exercise, and in the summer, it is overbearingly hot, even in the early evening. Not only did moving back see me start smoking a pack of cigarettes a day, but Caroline and I gradually stopped sharing a dinner dish when we ate out, which was all the time. Initially, we split a dish and, over time, started having an appetizer in addition to the main dish. Next, we would have an appetizer, split a main dish, and split a dessert. After a while, we would order separate dishes but skip the appetizer or dessert until ultimately, we would have an appetizer, a main dish, and there was a good chance we’d also have dessert. While in Germany, eating out was inconvenient, and walking was mandatory as parking was hard fought for and necessary services were all within walking distance.

In less than five years, I put on 88 extra pounds – of fat. On September 9, 1999, I quit smoking for the final time. I had tried a few other times only to relapse within two weeks of quitting. The last time I quit, I knew I didn’t want to smoke anymore. Not only was the smoking affecting lung capacity, which was apparently going up even one flight of stairs, but the weight was also slowing me down. It took the better part of a year until I felt that I was at a safe distance from smoking and that I wouldn’t ever smoke again. At that time, I was aware I wanted to do something about my weight but figured I would first deal with the bad habit of smoking.

Over the past two years, I’ve slowly warmed to the idea of vegetarianism. We no longer cook meat at home, and with the help of Indian cooking, I no longer miss it; if I do, we simply go out for dinner, and I get my animal protein fix. Now, I’m comfortable with eating more and varied veggies. I’ve cooked with possibly every lentil and bean used in the Hindu kitchen, and we have a spice collection to rival famous chefs.

Now, the hard part: I had lost 15 pounds with the Atkins diet but nearly went insane wanting fresh anything. Today, the weight is back on. I went on an eating binge after the diet, stopped my efforts to exercise, and didn’t much care. I need to find that same gumption that helped me quit smoking to lose this weight, or at least 70 pounds of it. I started the day with oatmeal and raisins, and I committed to getting familiar with Soy milk. Next, I have to try to make meal plans and maybe consider fasting from time to time. Caroline has wanted to get me to fast with her for the better part of a year; maybe the time is closer today.

My blood pressure is elevated to about 140/92, and my doctor would like me on Altace, but I do not like the idea of taking these molecular human-designed miracles. The only choice I have then, if I’m to avoid diabetes and heart disease, is to dig deep and find the balls to stick this out. First, modify my caloric intake, and once that is under control, do some regular exercise!

Payson, Arizona

The road to Payson, Arizona about 60 miles north of Phoenix

After a night of heavy snowing, I just had to point the car north and find some snow. Payson, Arizona, on the Mogollon Rim, is only 90 miles north of Phoenix, but it is up in the mountains, surrounded by ponderosa pines. About 60 miles north, I hit the snow line; there is something spectacular about a desert covered in snow.

Snow covered General Store in Payson, Arizona

The snow came down hard in Northern Arizona while it rained down south in Phoenix. The city of Payson is situated on the Mogollon Rim about 90 miles north of Phoenix, located in the largest stand of Ponderosa Pine trees in the United States.

Extreme Goth Bowling

Caroline Wise with friends getting ready for bowling

A million laughs as Krupesh, Rinku, Raenu, Ashok, Srujana, Savita, Harish, Caroline, and I went bowling. The girls dressed up as Indo-Goths, and the nine of us took two lanes, split up into two sides, and had a super great time. To laugh so much can be so rare, but when a bunch of us get together, it is almost the rule. With these friends, Caroline and I have had so much fun in the past nearly two years, even when joined by people who are joining our group for the first time.

John Wise and Hindu friends out bowling in Phoenix, Arizona

Note: this photo of us guys wasn’t added until 2022, when I was doing maintenance on old posts, such as adding the copyright notice. It wasn’t included back in 2005 because even one extra photo added too much download time for someone visiting my blog.

Traversing Time in Melville’s New Bedford

Leaving from the front door of the house, walking up the street around the corner and around a house at the next corner, coming back again to walk through the front door of the other house, walking clockwise around the interior perimeter, exiting again through the door you entered jumps you forward in time. Or so found out a girl from an old Indian witch/shaman who told her a story of people moving into the future near where she lived. In her time she had many a person trying to follow her to catch her secret, with a few people coming close to discovering where she was disappearing to.

One crotchety old man even thought he might have figured it out that all he had to do was walk to the other house and around the outside with four coins in his pocket where he would learn what the magic was, but the girl didn’t let him know nor does he figure out that passing through the first house is of importance to passing through time. Fast forward to the present, and the house is being renovated when the new owner finds a hidden drawing showing a figure eight and a half with a poem going something like, “in today and down the hall out the door into tomorrow, I skip the path into the future to follow the path back to today.”

After figuring out that the other building is the necessary point to complete the loop he stumbles into the secret that has for two centuries been well guarded. The owner determines there are magnetic field anomalies in which vortexes are leaving the earth, similar to the phenomenon in Sedona and Machu Pichu, and that crossing these in the right pattern will jump you back and forth between two time periods. Initially, his timing is off, and he misses days, but on further contemplation of the poem, he recognizes the girl said skip, which shows that she was maintaining an even speed between rotations around the block. This then has him trying experiments where he speeds up or slows down his looping, which allows him to adjust the years between jumps.

Cut to the future, and someone is notified by software that notices an anomaly on a satellite image that a door to a historical house, which is cared for into perpetuity by various grants and hidden ownership, has had its front door opened during a satellite sweep. The software recognized that this door hadn’t been opened in 37 years, which presented an anomaly that required someone to look into the situation, so the house was targeted for automated surveillance. After some time, the images show someone leaving the house, walking around the block, and back into the house; the person then never emerges. One thing leads to another, and soon, someone in the government puts the puzzle together and figures out that the speed at which you move between the two vortex fields will determine how far in time you jump.

The home, now controlled by a secret government agency, is used in an experiment that successively ups the speed until the jumper moves in such a way between times that the house is destroyed during the final jump while the mysterious owner and the government time jumper are both in transit thus trapping them both without a method to return nor the resources to effectively live rich lives but as the government jumper was the original girl from the beginning of the story who had become a woman waiting for the opportunity to reenter the house which the government had sequestered years before her leap into the time where she had been trapped, the man had already been trapped in a past where he could no longer find the home and the two meet as they both walk towards where the door would have been, but finding an empty lot are forced to live together due to the secrets they share and how they use the information about the future to make a better life during the time they lived in the future. The home was destroyed by a freak storm in the 1850s. The magic was thus broken, but the girl from 19th century New Bedford and the contemporary man from the 21st century find each other.

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou

A perfectly entertaining deadpan movie about midlife adventurers lost in their own mediocre world in an effort to recapture the glory days. The movie is absolutely charming in its mediocrity. No peaks, no super antics, pretty low-tech all the way around. The boat is moving towards being as decrepit as the characters who are trying to live one more high adventure. Caroline and I left the theater chuckling about how human and average the whole thing was but how it tickled us and had a feel-good nature about it.