“But … dentistry?” I still hear that a lot, when I tell people where I work nowadays.
I wouldn’t have called it, either. At first glance as an outsider, the topic seems insular and rote — all teeth, all the time. Not a lot of stuff to talk about, right?
If you go about it the wrong way, then yes, dentistry could be very boring. Just like anything could be when it’s not approached with interest and curiosity.
Pro baseball: Technically, 90% of your time is spent watching men just stand around … but that’s not what you pay attention to, the lulls between the frenzies.
Fashion: Every fall, stores are filled with brown boots, sweaters and jewel tones. Then, six months later …
My point is that there’s some really fascinating stuff to write and read about in almost any subject, as long as you go digging and find the right people and topics.
When’s the last time you apologized to someone?
I don’t mean a hasty “Sorry,” like if you forgot to hold the door for the person behind you or were a few minutes late meeting friends for dinner. I’m talking full-on apology — the first step toward making amends for a wrong you’ve committed, be it purposeful or inadvertent.
I had to do one a couple of weeks ago, and man it was difficult to execute! Every time I tried, I caught myself scuttling my own efforts.
“Literary Figure,” a sculpture
by Ismael Smith, 1932.
Smith created many figures
inspired by Don Quixote.
(Photos via the Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya.)
One of the temporary exhibits I walked through at the Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya was dedicated to Ismael Smith, an illustrator and sculptor who began his career in Barcelona but died in an asylum in White Plains, NY, in the 1970s.
The biographical blurbs on the wall at “Ismael Smith: Beauty and Monsters” were so fascinating, I found myself snapping photos of the text just to make sure I remembered everything correctly. Ready to read about an extraordinary life?
Every operatic diva.
I moved to Arizona to work for a weekly entertainment magazine, which is how I ended up seeing my first opera. And my second, and my third, and my fourth …
My attendance has waxed and waned over the years, but I’ve been regular enough that I’ve even seen some shows twice, with different casts and stagings. (Sometimes that’s not such a good thing: My first Carmen experience was so amazing, for example, that through no fault of its own the most recent show I went to was doomed to be a letdown in comparison.)
When I was discouraged early on because of middling to no weight loss, Mr. Brooks suggested I shift the percentages of my macros to a more strict level: I’m now at 5% carbohydrates, 20% proteins and 75% fats. On a 1,600-calorie diet, that’s 20g of carbohydrates, 80g of protein and 133g of fat.
Probably the most difficult part for me is consuming so much fat in a day. In the morning when I make my protein shake, I’m now adding 3 tablespoons of oil to get the ratio closer to where it needs to be. Even then, some nights I’ll be so short on fats that I end up downing a spoonful or two of oil. (FWIW, Avocado oil is lightweight enough that it doesn’t feel like being punished with castor oil.)
The final tally for my keto experiment, BTW: I lost 10 pounds over two months.
I’m not sure why I expected to lose more — 10 pounds is a healthy amount, considering all I changed was my diet — but I did feel a little cheated in that regard. The eating plan was so strict! I can see how people who are trying to lose a lot of weight could fall victim to malaise, when the degree of results isn’t mirroring your perceived effort.
Roughly six weeks in to the ketogenic experiment, and I’m down about 9 pounds. If I could weigh myself now like I could a few months ago, I’d have a more accurate count, but for now that routine is off a little.
Having a food routine, meanwhile, has helped me stay on track.