Wednesday, November 25, 2009
It's officially Holiday Vacation Time for me - I'm off till Monday, I have guests (including dogs) coming both Thursday and Saturday and the holiday meal is at my house - which means the level of cleanliness has to ratchet up a bit. So last night, knowing I still had to shop at 2 stores, knowing I had my own hungry dogs waiting at home and knowing I had to bring in a small load of firewood (in the dark) if I wanted to have a warm house in the morning.
So I thought maybe I'd just skip the gym. I still don't really like the stationary bike and my foot, though better, is still tender. And after all, it's holiday. And I want to go home. And it's dark. And there are Things To Do.
and and and
as I drove past the gym my body suddenly surged with the desire for a workout! It craved the release that exercise would give it. And my hands, much smarter than my brain sometimes, just turned that steering wheel to the left and pointed the car into the parking lot. I surrendered to the desire of my body and did a nice 25 minute routine on the bike. It was hard. For some reason, this form of exercise is more difficult than any other cardio I've ever done. Coupled with that, I find it boring - though I think that is partly because it's hard. But I stayed with it, completed the routine, took a little cool down stroll - quite slow to protect the foot - and simply flew out of the gym, filled with triumphant energy.
I breezed through the grocery store with mounting hunger and thought about picking up take-home for dinner - mentally casting about over my options - fast food? frozen food? deli food? when my body spoke again and begged me to please feed it with better quality food I knew I had at home. "You won't have nearly the control, nor feel as satisfied, with something already prepared. " my body urged.
And I listened. And then it hit me - I'd made two really good choices in a short space of time. Two choices for me - for health. For energy and strength and happiness - and by golly - I ought to stop and savor the feeling of pride that gave me. I realized that often, when I do something good I reject the feeling of pride and accomplishment with a dismissive attitude of "Well Bess, you were supposed to do that".
So instead of turning on the radio for the drive home I just thought about how wonderful I feel - how good life is - when I listen to what my body really wants. And that felt like a true reward.
Hope you have a rewarding day too.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Or at least, by one foot - which has suddenly come down with Plantar Fasciitis - the inflammation of a thick band of tissue, called the plantar fascia, which runs across the bottom of your foot ó connecting your heel bone to your toes. (MayoClinic - www.mayoclinic.com/health/plantar-fa
A common ailment among runners it also strikes the middle aged, the overweight, and those who make their living standing a lot. A long stand-up outdoor funeral and an even longer stand up gathering afterwards (several hours on my feet) yesterday blew what had been a little twinge of pain into the full blown throb of true plantar faciitis.
I had a bout with this 2 summers ago and it laid me low for almost a year. There are steroid treatments for this condition but the best home remedies for it are ibuprofen, ice and staying off it. NOT a great condition at any time of the year, it's particularly cruel now when I'm working hard to drop the lbs., strengthen the muscles, and live an otherwise healthy life.
To say I'm bummed is ... well ... pretty accurate. But to say I am defeated is an exaggeration. I am nothing if not flexible and there ARE exercise options for someone suffering with this. I will switch from my beloved elliptical and step classes to the stationary bike. I have never liked that form of exercise, preferring, if I'm going to be on a bike, to take back country roads through the lush Virginia countryside.
But that doesn't mean I can't learn to use the tool and come to enjoy it as well.
So. today, instead of taking the dogs for a brisk walk - I will spend my lunch hour at the gym, getting comfortable on the bike. And I will flex my foot and do those toe scrunching exercises and take ibuprofen and keep a cold can in the freezer to roll beneath my sock covered foot....and see if I can lick this meanie.
And I will remember my mother's advice: When you come to a wall, walk along it till you come to a window, a door, or a corner. And while you're at it, look around to see if there are any flowers blossoming at its base
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Not that I am obsessive about living to a plan. But there are things I want (good health, slim body, happy attitude, clear skin, to celebrate a rich full holiday season) and to get them Iíve got to plan my steps Ė and then Iíve got to actually do what Iíve planned. I love the holiday season and want to honor it by fully enjoying it. I like to go to the choral concerts. I like to attend the Christmas Pageants. I like to go to parties and have parties and decorate my house, to buy presents, to wrap presents, to make and send cards Ö I love the whole thing, actually.
Now, itís not as if my days are wide open with lots of unclaimed hours into which I can place each holiday activity jewel. Each new thing fitted into my day means there are routine activities that get dropped from it. In the past the first to go has been exercise Ė then cooked-at-home dinners Ė sometimes upstairs housecleaning.
Well. I guess the upstairs house cleaning can always get a lick and a promise, but this year, exercise and nutrition are standing on equal footing with revelries. So whatís the plan? Itís a three pronged effort to pay attention to diet, exercise and spiritual needs.
Continue following SP eating plan and calorie limits - with special attention to each weekly step in Phase 2. This week? Make each bite nutritious.
Add dark green leafy vegetables to my diet every day Ė think green smoothies?
Follow this rule to the letter: at every holiday event NO eating till Iíve spoken with everyone there. Once Iíve paid honor to the people, then I can turn my attention to the food. Who knows? By then, all the fattening stuff might have been eaten!
Schedule daily exercise in my Day-timer (Yes. My life is still scheduled with pen and paper) Mix up the routines so that some days are strenuous, some are merely elevating and one is gentle.
Make two of each weekís workouts walking at home, outdoors. I can think and pray and plan and find spiritual solace when Iím walking outdoors in a way I canít do it at the gym. Beneath the heavenly dome of the sky, rimmed by the deep green and dark grey of the forest that surrounds my farm, I can find that deep connection with the greater universe.
To fit more time into an already full day Iím going to have to cut something somewhere and I think it will be morning computer time.I usually play on-line from about 5:30 to 8, catching up with friends, writing blog posts, posts to forums like Facebook and Ravelry, plus playing with all the other time sucks that a computer and Internet access present you with. At 8 o'clock I fix breakfast and get ready for work.
Well, I can wrestle an hour out of that computer time, so from now, through January I will get off the computer at 7 oíclock and do something that honors the season, my loved ones or myself. Maybe take a walk. Maybe address Christmas Cards. Maybe even clean the upstairs!!
Letís see if I can transform those 7 extra hours a week into a healthier, fitter, happier me for the New Year.
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