Monday, April 01, 2013
I'm starting a new streak of living each day as healthily as I possibly can. I started one 37 days ago and though there have been some days when I knew the entire day was not a perfectly healthy day, I'd always made more healthy choices than UNhealthy ones. This weekend I really can't make that claim. It was a birthday weekend that fell on a holiday weekend so excessive dining opportunities abounded. I knew this and had prepared some strategies, but not enough. So what went wrong this weekend? And what went right?
WRONG - On Saturday I really did want to go to that all-you-can-eat restaurant and Himself is always good for one and it was the day before his birthday anyway and it was going to rain on Sunday so who wants to drive away from Paradise in the rain? But I knew the dessert table was going to tempt me beyond resistance. In fact - I was intending to indulge in some sweet goodness. But I also knew that the desserts, while looking varied, were actually going to taste sort of ... commercial - and maybe even bland and a little metallic - although sweet. I knew that - but conveniently forgot it. I also knew that one slice of carrot cake from an all you can eat buffet would equal 12 points or 600 calories. And I could have remembered that their ice cream is always watery - and Ice Cream is an important food group. So I chose and chose and chose all those high calorie things and durn. None of them really tasted good enough to give me that 'I HAVE BEEN REWARDED AND INDULGED" feeling.
And when that's what you've been wanting - that's what you've been planning for - that's what you actually gave yourself permission to enjoy ... and you don't get it? BAAAAAD NEWS.
And now, feeling deprived and let down, along came Easter Sunday with all it's memories of candy laden baskets (Yes I know - there is a deeper meaning to this day but I am talking about my heathen wild child right brain with memories of chocolate bunnies and unlimited malted milk robin eggs and BLACK JELLYBEANS!!!) And so along came another
WRONG - I didn't purchase enough of the right kinds junk food to make me feel festive!
I had plenty of healthy choices in the kitchen - fruit, whole grain breads, low fat cheese, crispy vegetables. But it was a Holiday and a Birthday. There was no exciting treat candy goodie around. Nothing to feel special and rewarded and 9 years old. I spent a good bit of time indoors on a rainy Sunday afternoon looking for that candytreatgoodyyummy sensation.
And what happens when you are craving something and it's not there. You know, don't you? You wander around eating everything and anything that might slake that sugar-lustful thirst. I gnawed my way through the kitchen eating mostly fruit. But what I wanted was Chocolate Bunny.
(Oh chocolate bunny - come to me)
Now - 2 Russel Stover chocolate bunnies are 600 calories. 60 robin egg malted milk candies would have equaled 600 calories. I can eat a lot of robin eggs but I don't think I could have eaten 60. I think 20 of them would have satisfied my sugar lust. But there was no amount of bananas or oranges that would hit the spot. I know. I tried them both. Lots of them.
Obviously I am going to indulge myself with sweet treats - which is my illusive holy grail. But I owe it to myself to indulge in the treats I really like, the ones that are really good, the ones that will actually satisfy my longing. The second rate sorta stuff - even if the quantity appears to offer me endless options - will always disappoint me and even too much healthy food is too much. If she doesn't get at least a little bit of what she wants, my inner brat will always throw a tantrum in the kitchen.
Ah well. That was then. This is now. And there were RIGHTS, as in:
RIGHT - packed a healthy lunch on Saturday
RIGHT - walked all over creation
RIGHT - took the dog for a second walk on Sunday
RIGHT - did my 11 pushups. (today it is 12)
It wasn't a total wreck of a weekend - but it was not a healthy choice weekend. The best thing I've done so far - the healthiest choice I've made in the aftermath of the debacle is to analyze the situation, figure out what I really wanted and store the wisdom I've gleaned from this thoughtful process for next time. Because next time I will go ahead and have the chocolate bunny and quit looking for it in my empty kitchen. Yes. Next time I will buy More Candy!
Besides, what could be more fun than starting a New Streak on April Fool's Day?
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Over the past few days the subject of courage has nudged it's way into my consciousness. My own courage, or lack thereof, is my weakest attribute, followed closely by procrastination. It's a lack of courage that keeps me from starting a lot of things that I think about doing. It's the fear of failure. It's the fear of setting expectations in other people that I may not be able to maintain. It's the fear that I'll make someone else angry and then won't have the mental adroitness to defend myself. It's the fear of finding out the fantasy activity isn't so hot after all and now I don't have my mental escape destination any more. Fear - followed by procrastination - "I'll think about it tomorrow - at Tara"
Mind now, I'm not afraid of all sorts of things. I never fear getting up in public to speak - which is supposed to be the #1 fear of the general population. Nor am I afraid to a new hobby - especially if it's an art genre. (and thank you for those compliments in my last post. Worry not - I don't sell my self short. It's just that I had to learn it all - none of that drawing came naturally to me)
But I am afraid of stuff. I'm most afraid of being caught up in a wrangle. And of cruel words. And last week I knew I had to beard a lion in her den (do female lions even have beards?) The moment I thought about it I quaked and had to drag my brain back. I even promised myself a reward as soon as I did this daunting task. I told myself that once I'd made the phone calls, gotten the confrontation over with and done my best, I could buy that lovely neutral red jacket I'd found at Macy's on my Monday shopping foray. It was even on sale! All day Friday I kept pricking myself with reminders to "make that call". By closing time, I'd chickened out.
I spent an uncomfortable weekend knowing that Monday I would have to do the unpleasant task I put off on Friday. And on Monday we had wet slushy snow that threatened my ability to even go to work and do this daunting task. But the snow quit, I got to work and I put on my big girl panties and tackled this confrontation.
Only to be deflated and elated by finding out that everything I asked for was going to be given to me. Unlike last year, when the whole process played out in a humiliatingly public arena, this year I need only be present. I may slide into home plate unnoticed! It was all I could do to keep from reeling. In fact, once I was out of the building and down the block on my way back to my own office, I did a skip and a shout and then a happy dance!
Facing fears is an important part of winning this weight battle. Facing fears often reveals misconceptions about reality that block our own natural courage. Facing fears also lets us know exactly where we stand. If things had turned out differently for me yesterday, at least I would have time to regroup. recruit my support and step back into the arena. I may even have suffered a complete defeat - but I would not have died. I would only have had to make a new plan for how to live within a defeat. And sometimes, like yesterday, facing fears shows me that things are different this time. Things will go my way with ease and grace. and truth to tell - I'm still glad I wasn't in that public arena when I did my little happy dance. That sort of thing is a private act and deserves to be witnessed only by blue skies (or snowy ones) and the neighborhood cats.
Facing fears is part of a healthy life every bit as important as eating nutritious food and exercising your muscles. And it must be a topic of interest to many because not only did Pixilicious post about it today but Oprah made it the lead topic for her April issue of O magazine. Yesterday I ate within my calories/points, I got in lots of exercise and I faced my fears.
and you betcha - I ordered that jacket. I already know it's a perfect fit and it fills a serious gap in my wardrobe.
Be bold my friends and face your fears. You'll feel so much better.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I come from a very artistic family. All of us were involved in some form of art and one of my sisters actually makes her living as a commercial artist. My arena was music for all of my childhood and my early 20's but I work as a librarian - custodian of the arts. I talk too much and don't like night work and wanted to live in the country - none of those traits work as a musical performer and since I learned to play violin so young - I never really knew how one played a violin - so I could never teach. Besides - I ended up in the perfect profession for me.
My mother was almost morbidly afraid of sibling competition so she deeply discouraged us from taking up the art form a sister was already studying. Big sister was the dramatist, I was the musician and next sister down was the artist (she's the one who stuck with it). When Baby sister came along, well, she was the baby. She got to do anything she wanted. Fortunately, I was not jealous or threatened by her - I was glad to have a partner - so when she picked up the violin we just played duets. Worked out fine.
But I always always always yearned to be able to draw. I didn't have the natural ability to see what artists see and since mama was so afraid to let me learn to draw and my school only let us take one extra curricular class - I never got any drawing instruction.
Fortunately - I am a librarian and all librarians think that you can learn ANYTHING - if it's just written down in a book. And it's true. Especially with drawing. My goodness! We all learned script handwriting - what is more complicated than that? I knew I could learn to draw. Perhaps one can't learn learn to be a great artist but from among the many drawing books I've learned how to draw.
And from the many conversations I've had with people - almost everybody yearns to be able to draw. They just don't give themselves permission to make enough awful drawings till they begin to make good ones. Last August, for the entire month, I joined forces with a girlfriend to commit to drawing 20 minutes a day. Each day we'd draw and then photograph what we drew and emailed it to each other. We both grew so much by this process.
This was my favorite drawing from last summer.
While looking for some pens in an art catalog I heard about Zentangle® and was immediately drawn into it.
They all ended up looking like fairy landscapes and soon I had to put fairies into them.
And now I'm beginning to hear the stories these fairies want to tell me. Do I see an illustrated children's book in the future? Who knows. Maybe.
Happily I will have all afternoon to play around with pens and ink and paper - but happier than that was the joy of taking my little broken legged dog on walks again. Here she is the day after the surgery to repair her leg and here is another of her playing outside yesterday.
Now the serious puppy watching has to happen because now she thinks she's almost fixed - and now is when she might hurt herself if she dashes after a rabbit or a squirrel and then tumbles. Her walks will be on a leash for the next 2 weeks. But it's good to see her on the mend. All this care she's needed has resulted in the two weak links in the chain, the spoiling dog owners, Himself and me having to discipline her much more ... and she will be the better dog for it.
It was a glorious day yesterday - so pretty I could hang out clothes. I never think of laundry as a chore - it's a joy - even if I do have to do it every week. It's not really hard work - and it gives me a chance to get out in the sunshine - and everything smells so good - and it's one of the few things that I enjoy when it's done. Love me some air fresh laundry.
And for those of you who need a little spring pick-me-up - here are the daffodils, singing along the lane, saying "hurry springtime - hurry fast! We're ready to play"
But slushy wet snow is in the forecast for today. It's very cold outside this morning. I'll have to get going soon to get in a walk because I don't like walking in wintry rain but I will spend the afternoon drawing.
May your Sunday be sweet and joy filled and may you make healthy choices all day long.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Okay my Spark friends - I'm going to work this out in public on my blog because I have to work it out on paper anyway and I don't mind sharing the process. I also don't mind comments about this either. It's ALL a work in progress - it's life!
Fridays are my low exercise day. I have no workout I do, though I like to be active. I often do the big grocery shopping on Fridays and that's a nice long walk around the store. But I definitely don't do anything specific.
It is also supposed to become part of my routine - my daily routine - to take a short walk with my little dog in the morning. About a mile - only 15 minutes - but I'm supposed to do that every day unless it's raining and yesterday it was not raining and I didn't do it. Instead I played around on the computer.
It's also a kind of laid back day at work. We don't open to the public till 1 o'clock so we can get paperwork done - and these days paperwork definitely means sitting in front of a computer. Of course I'm also supposed to get up and move around every hour but .. i didn't. I hunkered down and sat from 10 to 12
I did take a sweet one mile walk at lunch time. That's good.
I ate my packed lunch - healthy, fruit filled, high fiber, low calories.
Thought about a cup of coffee with cream as I walked past the 7-11 but decided I didn't really want it and to buy one gratuitously seemed stupid.
Didn't get as much work done as I should have - due to slight case of Friday goofing off-edness - and felt guilty all afternoon. Now - Really. I mean. If one is going to goof off one ought to CHOOSE to goof off and leave the guilt behind .... much as one CHOOSES to eat things even if they are not healthy. Mindlessness and its attendant guilt is a sick way to live. And the goofing off really was prompted by being afraid to do something I need to do. And being afraid is stupid because for goodness sake. This isn't a war zone. It's just a county job. What's going to happen? somebody will be mad at me? Sheesh. STOOPID. I have been making monsters out of something that's just a SITUATION. It may not be a pleasant situation but it's just something. Not ... not life threatening. Ugh.
Well. I see a whole lotta cowardice on the part of my Right Brain who is supposed to be helping my Left Brain deal with emotions. RB really let her down. Crumbs.
Okay ... where in the heck did THAT come from. anyway - altogether it was NOT a healthy afternoon. Bad. Oh - not in the food and exercise arena - but here is where bad food choices slip into my life. Keep on running away from stuff and I'll run right back into 187 lbs.
I think this makes
Picked up girlfriend and took her to the wine tasting at the local wine shop. Yum. And fun. And I always make them give me only 2 sips per wine. I have to truly only taste it since I will have to drive home afterwards. Which I did. and I only ate about 50 calories of pallet clearing bits. Since I had planned to go to this tasting and I also tasted moderately, and I counted these tastes in my tracker, it is neither a + or a - but a neutral.
Bought wine and came home to Himself and made a pizza for dinner. Yes. The real thing. this is something I planned about a week ago as a treat for Himself. I love a pizza. I love it with wine. I also know that if I have 2 pieces I'll be fine and if I eat 3 pieces I will be sick. The pieces are about 5" x 5". It's a cheese pizza - I figure it at 8 points per piece or 360 calories ... yes. 720 calories worth of pizza - half a healthy day's worth of food.
Is my pizza healthy? Well. not particularly. Is it unhealthy? Definitely it is if I eat too much. It's heavy on the dairy, the crust is white flour crust, I do use olive oil. I would say it's firmly in the TREAT category - and that means it is only unhealthy if it's used as a substitute for nutrition. And yet - a treat is also a healthy thing if it's treated as a treat. LOL
I'm really undecided about this. and so I will make this also a neutral - neither a plus nor a minus. But ONLY because I planned it, I limited it and I followed my limits.
I also tracked it - and everything else I ate yesterday.
I ate about 250 calories over my average daily limit - which would count as a minus except that I am still well within my WEEKLY calorie limit. More neutral stuff here.
so - it's a win for the healthy day after all.
And because I thought about it so much and did so much planning and I'm working it out here on this blog for anyone else's benefit ... I am going to say it was a mindful enough day to be a winner and I am now going to go change my status and say I still lived a healthy day yesterday ... in spite of the pizza.
I should have call this post CAN YOU FIT PIZZA INTO A HEALTHY DAY?
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