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.
Friday, January 08, 2010
This photo was taken on New Year's Day. It was the New Beginning for me and Winsten.
We (actually I) decided to set a personal challenge of walking 700 miles in 2010.
Winsten didn't have much to say about it, but he does wag his tail while we are walking. I think he is "IN" on the idea, for the most part. But some days, he lets me know that he has no intention of charging out when he could just as well curl up on the sofa with Meng Tsu and take long winter naps.
I have been known to take a few of those myself.
I set a weekly challenge for myself to walk a minimum of 8 miles per week. This week is not over, and I have completed over 10 miles so far. Good, but not good enough. 17.26 miles down, only 682.74 to go!
Today, while walking, I really focused on what was going on with my body. I started focusing on my feet, worked up to my calves, and then felt my thigh muscles working right along.
I could feel my abdomen getting a cross training workout as I swung my arms while I walked. My hips loosened up, and they felt lubricated the farther I went.
I could actually feel the muscles in my back, working in an "X" pattern.
My circulation in the arms was increased, my breathing was stronger than normal, but with rhythm of health.
My heart was beating a good cadence, getting a nice cardio workout, making my heart stronger and healthier.
This meditative walk today made me realize once more how much I want to live a very long, healthy life. It is good to know I am taking self accountability toward that.
I have let a few days go by without really doing my planned and committed workout. Instead, I have been QUILTING, QUILTING, QUILTING!
I have received two more requests for quilts for "my kids", and they always take top priority, as you guys already know.
My two new kids are two teenage sisters who live in Vancouver, B.C. I am friends with their grandmother (Wendy)who lives here in my village, and she told me their story.
Remember when Vancouver had all that rain and floods right before Christmas?
Well, this family got caught up in all that, and lost everything. They are now staying in a cabin which was donated to them by someone in Vancouver, but they still have nothing salvageable. Hence, the quilts.
I am making each of the girls twin bed size flannel "rag" quilts. One will be finished today, and then I can start sewing the other, which is already cut up and the sandwiches are together. Hopefully I will get them finished to be delivered within a week or so.
My friend, Wendy will be taking the ferry over some time this month, and I want the quilts to go with her.
You know, with all the confusion and unpleasantness going on world wide, it can be difficult to find happiness some days. I find mine in the quilt room or on our walks.
When I am planning a quilt for someone in need, all the rest of the world's problems seem to fade away, and happiness and joy begins to creep in, ever so silently.
I begin to think about the recipient of the quilt, and how much the quilt will mean when he or she gets it. I think of how many years the quilt will last, and how many miles it will travel.
I think of how very blessed I am that God has chosen to give me the talent and ability to do this as my life's Mission.
God and I just chat up a storm while these quilts are coming together. It's not really PRAYER, it is more CONVERSATIONS.
We discuss the weather, music, art, children, nature, animals..........anything that comes to mind.
The cats and Winsten usually join in with their say so, too. They all have their opinions as to what is going on, and voice them loudly.
Especially the cats. They consider themselves to be quite the color and quilt experts, and give their critique freely and often.
A lot more than quilting goes on in that room, my friends. A whole lot more. All of it good.
A great way to begin a new day!
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