Mind over (20lbs of) matter

Picture taken today – 5am,  July 26, 2013

So, seven weeks ago I was asked, as I’ve shared before, to be a part of the Hollywood Bowl production of CHICAGO The Musical. My first full production gig onstage in 8 years. And tonight is opening night.

Many regular readers of The Randy Report know that in another life I was an actor and dancer on Broadway; something I loved and am very proud of.  It was flattering to be asked to be a part of this amazing production directed by Brooke Shields, choreographed by Greg Butler, with music direction by Emmy Award nominee Rob Fisher.

This came at a good time for me. I was approaching my 50th birthday, I had grown 20 lbs out of shape, and I needed incentive/inspiration to take charge of my health, fitness and nutrition.

So I happily accepted the chance to be onstage again, and made a decision to get back into my former dancing shape and weight. The goal was to pull it up, discipline myself, lose 20 lbs, reorganize my approach to nutrition and GET. IT. DONE.

Not for ego.

For myself. For perspective on life.

For me.

I was going to take charge of something, make myself accountable, and meet this goal.

And, I was going to take a picture of my weight on the scale to MAKE me accountable for really reaching this goal. 

The last time I was onstage in a full theater production was in 2005;  I was inshape and 150 lbs.  My goal was to get back to that fitness level (without chemical assistance, I might add).  That meant getting back to 150 lbs.  There would be NO not meeting the goal.

This post is my celebration of all these things, and the universe collaborating with me for everything to come together.  And not only “come together,” but at the right time to mean something to me.

The pictures here are not about “hey look at me, I think I’m hot.” I get to hang with Chippendales occasionally, so I know what “hot” is and I don’t think I’m that.  Clearly I could be in even better shape.

But – I promised myself I’d post the “before and after” pic no matter what I looked on the day of my self-imposed deadline –  opening night of CHICAGO.  Pressure.

The “before and after” pics below are completely un-retouched. NO Photoshop (much to my chagrin – I can’t believe I’m posting them). This isn’t a p90x or INSANITY ad; no body oil or professional lighting.  I’m guessing I’d look better if it were.  These are simple iPhone pics.

The results are a combination of changes in my nutrition, lifestyle and mindset. Nothing spectacular, but the results are mine.

I’m sharing this to show that we all can set and achieve goals – no matter who you are, no matter what age you are.

I’m proud that I didn’t give up – which I wanted to often.  So many times, it crossed my mind to acquiesce and say “well, 152 lbs or 151 lbs is ok…”  But every time, I looked my goal in the eye and said “I will not NOT meet this.  I WILL do this.” 

So, here we are, kids.  Opening night and I’ve reached this goal.  I feel good.  The show (not talking about me here) is so fab.  The cast is beautiful and talented, and our director and creative team have given us all we need.  Moments like these are gifts, and I can’t wait for tonight.

And my next goal.

No fear.

Forward.

Seven weeks ago (L) & today at 5am (R) completely unretouched
I can’t believe I’m posting this…

Back in CHICAGO The Musical costume, with a little CHICAGO attitude 🙂
I take none of this for granted. Thank you, universe.

A mother realizes the world has changed

From Queerty – Raising My Rainbow:

I was standing in the kitchen making breakfast for my two sons. They wanted waffles and bananas. They wanted whipped cream on top, not syrup. They said it was summertime and we should celebrate with whipped cream. It was sometime around seven in the morning in California.

My smart phone turned bright with an announcement.

#BREAKINGNEWS Supreme Court strikes down federal provision denying benefits to legally married gay couples

Was I reading it right? Did it mean what I thought it meant? Could it possibly be true? Was my smart phone smarter than me? It was too early in the morning. The news alert was too confusing. I needed it in plain English. I consulted an expert source: Facebook.

Where were you when you learned DOMA was declared unconstitutional by the Supreme Court?

It was the first post that popped up. I paused. DOMA had been declared unconstitutional by the Supreme Court. Where was I? I was standing in my kitchen with a bottle of syrup in one hand and my phone in the other. I looked at my sons sitting on the couch. I looked at C.J. He’s growing his hair out “like a girl” and every strand was sticking out in a different direction due to a good night’s sleep. He still looked dreamy in his flowered pajamas with a hula girl on them. One leg was daintily crossed over the other and his pedicure was showing signs of wear.

I got the goose bumps. Literally got goose bumps. Something had happened and I was having a physical reaction. I looked at my goosebumps. I looked at my phone. In our state, my brother can get married when and if he wants to. I looked at my gender nonconforming son. If he grows up to be gay he will be able to get married. All of my LGBTQ friends are finally being treated as human beings deserving of all of the rights, privileges and freedoms that I was granted simply for being straight.

I started to cry. Even though I had already done my makeup in preparation for a day at the office. Big, slow tears took their time down my cheeks. One day my sons will be able to marry the person of their choice and have it recognized by our state and our country.

I put the syrup away and got out the whipped cream. I applied it liberally to their waffles and set the plates in front of them. They cheered. So did I.

I got in the car and headed to work. I had a voicemail. My mother-in-law had called to get my brother’s phone number so that she could call and wake him up and be the first person to congratulate him on being able to get legally wed.

My husband called on his way home from working the night shift.

I answered the phone.

“Hello?”

I figured that he hadn’t heard the news.

“It’s a great day for our cause, mama!” he said.

I teared up again and thought of a quote I had seen on Pinterest.

“Crying doesn’t indicate that you’re weak, it just means that you’ve been strong for too long.”

and I have a cause that we’re passionate about. We are reluctant advocates. For three years, we’ve given people a glimpse into our lives, into the adventures in raising a gender nonconforming, possibly gay son in hopes that they would see that we are not weird. We are different. We are parents doing the best that we can as we raise a son who at times has wanted to be our daughter and, at other times, has longed to be a stereotypical gay man.

Risk is a four-letter word to us. And, openly blogging about our LGBTQ son has been a risk that we reluctantly took. Had anybody else done it before us or at the same time as us or done it after us, we gladly would have stepped off our soap box and supported and cheered from the sidelines.

But, that didn’t happen. So we kept on keeping on. Getting more and more invested in LGBTQ rights and our sons’ futures with each passing day.

When I learned the DOMA and Prop. 8 rulings today it felt like a victory for me. Even though I’ve been married for 13 years. More than that, it felt like my six-year-old son – who has been called “gay,” “faggot,” “dick sucker” and “freak” — is being seen as a human being worthy of equal rights by the highest court in all the land.

I could have easily spent the day crying…and eating whipped cream…and cheering with my sons.

Full story here: http://www.queerty.com/on-this-day-in-history-a-mother-realizes-the-world-has-changed-for-her-son-20130628/#ixzz2Xnv3NMfm

Two cars passing on the highway

Michael has been on LA this week, and now he’s headed home to Vegas as I’m now driving in to LA for a video shoot tomorrow. On the phone with each other we realized we were about to pass on the highway. So we stopped on the side of the road for a quick kiss and pic.  As Jerry Herman wrote “it only takes a moment.” We may be facing different directions some times, but we’re still on the same road together 🙂 #Life

Life today

Ok, so…

God-son diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

Work deadlines approaching fast.

Days seem half as long as they used to be.

God-son diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

Folks wanting my full time attention but only willing to pay half what my time is worth.

God-son diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

Not enough wine in the house.

God-son diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

Forward.

This is a true story…

This is a true story:

“A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?” By: Josh Nonnenmoc.

Atlantic City


Greetings from Atlantic City!

Sorry for the reduction in posts. I’m in Atlantic City with Michael (we practically never get to travel together as the dogs usually only give permission for one of us to leave home at a time) and we have spotty Internet.

I met my father in law for the first time in 17 years yesterday and we’re seeing Olivia in concert tonight.

Looking forward to tonight!

Xanadu!

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