Monday, April 30, 2012
Dear Spark Guy,
I was very disappointed and saddened when Spark People leadership determined Beth Donovan (~INDYGIRL) would no longer write for the Daily Spark. My understanding is you have made the decision to only use "expert" contributors for the Daily Spark.
I can understand you may define "expert" as someone with advanced education and perhaps lots of letters behind their name. These credentials can be important in validating information. However, I believe you are making a woefully bad business decision in deciding Beth's personal experience does not qualify her as an expert.
After all, how many handicapped people do you know who weighed 460 pounds and by following Spark People guidelines has lost 205 pounds? No weight loss surgery, no diet pills, no fad diets, no "dieting" period, Beth has done it the old fashioned way...she took in less calories than she burned.
Experts with a solid educational background can help us with their knowledge and give us information, but if they have never experienced morbid obesity they can never have the perspective Beth so courageously blogs about as she lives her life.
I don't know what Beth's educational background is, but I do know she is a talented writer who is articulate using correct grammar etc. She has inspired, motivated, encouraged thousands if not hundreds of thousands of us who have followed her blogs. I found her by seeing her on the Daily Spark. It's a shame future Spark members likely will not have exposure to someone who has promoted what the core essence of Spark People is all about.
Linda Carson Gorkis R.N.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Today is Sunday and the start of my week. I have done no physical exercise since surgery 2-28-12 and my body is craving some movement. It felt good to put on my heart rate monitor and my work-out clothes. I had no expectations other than walk for at least 30 minutes; more if I felt okay. Within 10 minutes of starting I had the old familiar C02 pain in my left shoulder, at times severe enough it took my breath away. But I just kept going, even jogged a little coming back downhill. Overall I did okay with a 20 minute per mile pace and worked at 70% of capacity. And when I finished, my body said THANKS, I needed that!
Monday, November 21, 2011
It was a beautiful perfect weather day...70 degrees, not a cloud in the sky and a light breeze. I had been at the Clinic so I drove to Lost Dog Wash Trail Head at 124th Street. I decided to see how far I could go on the Sunrise Trail rated difficult knowing I wouldn't be able to complete the entire route because of the elevation gain over a short distance.
In the beginning it was a rocky go with a moderate incline. I kept repeating over and over, "This is not a race, go slow, go slow." I felt the joy and exhilaration of being connected to the land in this remote place with nothing but cactus, rock, mountains and silence. As the incline steepened I slowed my pace even more and kept reminding myself it was okay to go slow. I didn't stop because after the first 2 miles the trail leveled out some and of course, I always want to see what's around the next corner. And then I was too close to Sunrise Peak to stop.
The last quarter mile really wasn't a trail at all; just boulders and rocks that I had to use hands and arms to pull myself up. At times I wondered if I was even going the right way, but I could see people on the top, so I knew they must have climbed up the same way I was going. It was the hardest hiking I have done, but after 40 minutes just to negotiate that last quarter mile, I was on the top of Sunrise Peak! I DID IT!! I was rewarded with a fabulous view and an unexpected compliment that really made me feel good.
A young woman who had passed me on the trail asked if it was my first time to the Peak. When I told her "yes" she congratulated me and said, "I barely made it my first time and I was really exhausted. You look great!" This woman was probably 40 years younger and at least 75 pounds lighter, so the compliment was a real reward for me.
The trip down was uneventful other than the fact that my toenails were screaming and I felt like both femoral heads were jamming into my pelvis. "Epsom Salts bath, where are you?"
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