Who am I? a lady? a zombie? bible scholar? music lover? What I watch on television may explain it.

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First, I am really BUMMED that I did not win Medicinal Marzipan's drawing for a paid week to the Green Mountain at Fox Run women's retreat in Vermont. http://www.medicinalmarzipan.com/

This place has been on my radar for quite a while though not in my budget radar, what so ever. Also, I've realized recently I might have the cash but not the ability to spend that kind of money on myself (another blog post perhaps). I admit I thought about what I would pack and might need to buy while shopping at Walmart yesterday. I've researched snow shoeing.(this is called putting positive energy out in to the universe.) One day, Green Mountain.





This post, however, has little to do with a healthy relationship with my body or food, losing weight or maintaining weight loss, or anything about Self care . It has more to do with television addiction and how what I watch relates to my image of myself and my interests.

Actually, television tonight runs the gamut of interests for me: religion, zombies, Adele singing on the Grammys, the consequences of addiction, an upstairs-downstairs British costume drama of the Edwardian era. I'm sure there is more, but that's all I can handle and it covers the extremes. And there IS the weather channel as a fall back always.

On Own: Oprah visits a Hasidic Jewish community -something that has always fascinated me since my religious heritage is quasi Baptist/ Jewish/Methodist/Agnostic/Lutheran and since I saw the films Yentl and Crossing Delancey. It goes along with one of the books that I'm reading now
The Year of Living Biblically by A.J. Jacobs.
Own replays their shows over and over...easy one.



The Grammys: Rest in Peace Whitney Houston. I had not planned to watch the Grammys though I wanted to see Adele sing. Now with Whitney's untimely passing it is drawing me a little. (You-tube versus Dvr consideration.)

The major battle for my viewing attention is the story of life and survival during a Zombie apocalypse ( in suburban Atlanta no less-my stomping grounds) versus a family of British upper crusts and their house staff facing World War 1. The Walking Dead versus Downton Abbey. Both will be available on dvr and for replay this week, but there is something about initial live viewing though and sharing the experience live 'with the world', metaphorically speaking.




The Walking Dead is filmed in Atlanta ( as is the Vampire Diaries and Drop Dead Diva) which could be super fun if I ever had a chance to find or skulk around their sets. I enjoy looking for views that I might recognize. A friend was an extra in the Vampire Diaries , and I learned that they film quite close to my house. I saw a very cool looking guy at my local suburban Publix he
does not look like our usual home grown variety...maybe a vampire actor type...maybe a vampire. ;)

But back to the Zombie Apocalypse, I do wonder if it happened in "real life" if I would be a zombie or a survivor. I have this anxiety issue or phobia maybe of being under attack and needing to hide to save my life. My go-to behavior as a kid was hiding. I recall hiding under the bed, behind a chest of drawers, in a sewer pipe (EWH!), in my neighbor's yard, under bushes, in trees, in the hall closet.

At over 200lbs It's a little harder to hide these days, but I find myself looking for places and thinking about it, just in case. (yes, I am in therapy) I may not be able to run fast or fight off zombies, but I may be able to hide.... for a little while. I will also say that I'm interested in going to a gun range with my husband --someday. I'm hoping I would be a survivor, as I have enough food issues.

Now for the romantic, girlish me...






Downton Abbey--if I lived in England and in that time period who would I be? Would I be the house maid or the spoiled , youngest daughter of an earl? Actually, I think my true ancestry tells me I would be a farmer's wife, a shopkeeper, a nurse, or a teacher. But as to the question regarding this show, I fear buckets of soap / water / brushes would be my reality but with dreams of lovely dresses, flirting with the Irish Chauffeur, riding in a fabulous habit , teas, and Mr Darcy-types stalking about the estate.




I have a few chores now and maybe some exercise in my immediate future. I have a free pass to a gym with a pool this week and I'm thinking maybe a Sunday afternnoon Yoga class. The call of my bed for a long nap or reading my book all afternoon is there too. I need to get moving and out of the house and living for today.

But tonight, it's a quandary.