Thursday, January 21, 2010
yesterday Darcey blogged about her muscles talking to her, and how they wanted to move. Well, I totally understand that one!
It used to be my muscles would cry out to go downstairs and find something to eat. Usually something that I have no business even having in the house.
My muscles remained quiet and dormant while I sat around, took unnecessary naps, spent all day on the computer (I don't have a job, so no excuse there!), and generally avoided any and all physical activity.
Then Bossy Daughter made me join Spark. That was kind of fun, but the real work began when Darcey decided to make a September Challenge in 2009 of walking one mile a day for the month.
I joined that challenge, never believing for a moment I would continue after September, or for that matter, even walk the month.
I have had wonderful supporting friends here on Spark, including my Bossy Daughter, and I just didn't want to let them down or get told that I wasn't doing the program, and I better get in gear. Can you hear Bossy Daughter??
So okay. I began doing Spark exercises and workouts, using the tools available, even those hideous, body breaking videos of Heather.
I danced to Rock and Roll, Reggae and Boogey Woogey Piano music. I did push-ups, ball exercises and calf raises. I walked miles. I bought a resistance band, which honestly, I haven't used very much. I did some weight workouts. I drank water. I did gardening.
I blogged every day. I lost weight and inches.
Then along comes Old Man Winter, and I notice I am using the weather as excuses for not working out. I mean, how sane is it to say I can't work out when I have a rowing machine, weights, resistance bands, and a stationery bike in my ROOM??? Like I can't workout because it is raining OUTSIDE??
Amazing what I can rationalize with very little effort!
Yesterday I was down with a nasty cold. I still have it, but my muscles and organs began to speak to me.
Back said "I'm too stiff from all that laying around yesterday".
Lungs chimed in with "I need some deep breaths of fresh air".
Heart piped up with "I want to get into a groovy beat".
Hips (always a bit testy in attitude) grumbled "i am going to freeze up if I don't get lubricated and moved".
Legs reported feeling cramped up, and needing to stretch.
Arms said "Let's SWING again, like we did last summer".
Butt asked "Can we SPREAD again?"
THAT's when I got up, put on the shoes and headed outside. No spreading allowed!!
Winsten and I put in 3.66 miles today, and it felt great until the last half mile.
Then I could tell that I was really stretching the energy line, and gave myself permission to stop.
I am drinking my water and juice, and taking care of my cold again. But you know what?
I am taking care of my cold with a body that feels MUCH BETTER!!
Friday, January 15, 2010
Today I began with the excuse of not walking because it is raining out. Then I settled into my chair and began reading my emails.
Right away I saw an update on one of my Ally Cat Kids, Cody. Cody just recently had a BMT (bone marrow transplant) and is in the hospital again. Cody is 9 years old.
In his blog update, there it is. He slept for a while this morning, watched the Haiti Hurricane updates on CNN to see how the people are getting help. This really concerns him.
Then, Cody got out of bed and did some SPRINTING around his room, followed by a walk around the nurse's stations to visit.
I was humbled by this posting. I told myself "If Cody could get out of bed to exercise, I sure as heck can get out of the chair and do what I am supposed to be doing for my own betterment."
I got on my shoes, jacket, pedometer, timer, and hat. Out the door went Winsten and I.
Yes, indeed, it was RAINING and the wind was blowing a lot. But the temperature was 49 degrees, so that wasn't so bad.
I began my walk with a song. I actually sang to the trees, sky, rain, Winsten and Cody. I sang "Singing in the Rain", which seemed appropriate.
After the first mile, I let Winsten in the house so he could get dried off by DH. Winsten does NOT like rain. Dropping him off, I continued my walk.
The rain helped me go faster than normal, and I completed 4.5 miles in 47 minutes. But that is not the good news.
The GOOD news is that while walking, I got out of myself. I chugged along, and started thinking about all "my" kids fighting cancer.
What do you suppose those kids would think if they were told they could go out and walk in the rain??
They sometimes cannot even leave the hospital for months at a time, much less say get outside. Some of those children will never again feel the rain on their faces.
They would JUMP at the chance to walk in the rain again!!
So I walked. And I prayed. And I was filled with gratitude that I was walking in the rain.............BECAUSE I CAN!!
I need no other reason than that!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Subject: Whale or Mermaid?
Recently, in a large city in France , a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym.
It said, "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"
A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.
To Whom It May Concern:
Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans.)
They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales.
They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia !
Whales are wonderful singers, and have even recorded CDs !
They are incredible creatures and have virtually no predators other than humans.
They are loved, protected and admire by almost everyone in the world.
AND.......to Whom It May Concern Mermaids don't exist.
If they did exist they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psycho-analysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human?
They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them, not to
mention......how could they have sex?
Just look at them ... where is......... " IT " ?
Therefore, they don't have kids either.
The choice is perfectly clear to me:
I want to be a whale.
P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful. But I prefer to
enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece ofchocolate with my friends !
(With time, we gain weight) because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes to the rest of our bodies.
So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy.
Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, "Good grief, look how smart I am!?
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Winsten and I got out of the house for our walk a bit late this morning.
I woke up and looked out the window at an incredibly beautiful pink and red sky. Rushed to get dressed, shoes on, find the pedometer and timer, whistled for sleepy head Winsten, and away we went.
We didn't get the best of the glory of the sunrise, but I did manage to get some of it.
We were definitely "In the Pink" as the saying goes.
It was so invigorating that we did 5.25 miles in 61 minutes.
I truly believe I could have done more, but I am increasing my mileage in small steps so as to not burn out or get my body sore.
It is absolutely amazing as to how much stronger I feel after these walks. I definitely get a "Glow On"!
Now, off to the shower and then to the quilt room.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Well, well, well. Here I am at weigh in day. I figured it would be pretty good, because I have been diligent with my program this past week.
I am happy to report that today I shipped off 2 pounds of tonnage to Never Again Island. I did not put a return address on the package.
Do you know about Never Again Island? It is a very busy place indeed.
There are all kinds of STUFF shipped to and fro from there each day. Stuff like cigarettes, tonnage, chocolate, bigger clothes, poor choices in lovers and partners, goals, promises, resolutions, friends.............all kinds of stuff.
I have sent all of the above to Never Again Island, but always seemed to put my return address on it, and sure enough, it all came back.
THIS time, I am not using any return address labels!
I shipped cigarettes over there, no return address.
I shipped bigger clothes over there, no return address.
I shipped alcohol over there a long, long time ago, no return address, and it has never returned.
I shipped poor choices in PEOPLE over there, no return address.
I gave up even thinking about sending chocolate over there again. I am not going to do that any more. Send the chocolate, I mean! I will keep the chocolate and continue to eat it wisely. (I am learning how to do that quite successfully, except for those damned Oreo cookies!)
I have considered sending the Oreos over, too, but so far haven't found the courage.
I set GOALS now, not resolutions.
The resolutions package was sent quite a long time ago, with no return label. WHY? you might be asking.
Simple. I never made a resolution that I ever kept. So by not making any more of them, I save on a butt load of shipping costs.
We all know what those shipping costs are. The "Oh crap! I did it again!" and "I thought you QUIT that (Ms. Smarmy!)"? and the other one "I'll do it later".
All too costly.
Now goals. Goals are a different story completely. I personally do not put dates on my goals. That seems like a resolution carved in iron to me.
I keep my goals in a "free form". I am very careful about what goals I set for myself. I am old enough now to know to keep things within reason and within ability. I am no Spring Chicken, ya know!
Another thing about getting older is that I have gotten wiser about who my friends are. I don't invite those who become mill stones around my neck to enter my world. If someone doesn't like me, I don't worry about it, because chances are, I don't like THEM either!
Sad sacks are OUT!! so are the "Snot and Snivelers". Blamers are bummers.
I have also learned that it is not my fault as to whom I am related to. I have some real crack pot relatives, let me tell you! I stay away from them, too. This thing about blood being thicker than water can be tossed out by the best of us. I don't choose to play well with some others. In fact, I don't choose to play with them at all.
I don't have much else to report, except that Spark has changed my life. And now I have to get my shoes on and hit the road so I can change the scale reading.
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