Sunday, May 05, 2013
I have a summertime goal to do 25 real military style push-ups. The reward for when I reach this goal will be to treat myself and a girlfriend ... who's on a minuscule budget and can't afford such treats - to an overnight mini-vacation at the beach. I'm a scant 100 miles from a great beach town. We'll go on a week day, so the crowds will be smaller, and pretend to be teenagers again.
To push myself harder - so this isn't just a pipe dream - I've actually told her about the treat. And I told her it was a reward for me reaching a private goal. Another spur to keep me working towards this goal is the time factor. We have to do it on a week when she doesn't have her kids. And I have to have an open space in my calendar at work. Summer is the busy season work, and though I have extra staff then too, it's tough (though not impossible) to get away between mid June and late August. The best week would be the first week of June - 4 short weeks away!!!
I'm not being fanatical about this ... just workin' at it. But the question remains ... Why push-ups? Why am I tying a desired treat that I could give myself anyway to some arbitrarily (well, maybe not so arbitrarily) selected physical activity?
Let's check in with the two Brains of Bess and see if they can shed some insight on this.
LeftBrainSchoolMarm So. What's with the push-ups? Why do you want to do 25 push-ups?
RightBrainWildChild I want to be strong strong strong. I want to soar!
LBSM Push-ups are hard.
RBWC I love them. I love hard. I am flying. I will look like Olga Korbut.
LBSM No you won't. She's blonde. and tiny.
RBWC I want to have strong muscles in my back and to stand up straight and not get a hump. I want to get rid of the back fat. I want to go neener neener neener to the 95 pound weakling/curled up old lady stereotypes. and I want to look hot hot hot.
LBSM (rolls eyes)
RBWC You want to too. you know you do.
LBSM Yes. I do too, but do you realize what it takes to do 25 guy push-ups? We have to lift a lot of weights and do a lot of other exercises. And why do you want to tie this to a trip to Virginia Beach?
RBWC hmm. well - because - going to the beach is an extravagance.
LBSM Since when did you shy away from extravagance?
RBWC It'll be hard to get away. We'll have to convince Himself that it's a good thing to do. He'll whine.
LBSM (laughs at the thought of Himself whining to WildChild)
RBWC And besides, otherwise we wouldn't go to the beach AT ALL this summer. I want to go to the beach. I'm willing to do the work to get you to agree that we can go. I'm willing to explain to Himself. I'm willing to do the exercises. I will do ANYTHING to go to the beach and play in the ocean and eat and swim and walk in the sand. And SHOP.
LBSM Wow. That's a huge concession from you. You really want both of these, don't you?
RBWC yes yes yes yes yes I want them both.
LBSM Well. Those seem like good healthy reasons. And it sounds like fun, too. I'm not all that interested in the push-up thing but I'd like to go to the beach.
RBWC You are SO lazy!
LBSM I am not lazy - I am measured.
RBWC Lazy. Chicken.
LBSM well, yeah. I am a little chicken.
RBWC You know you'll be glad we got this strong. You know it. Please please please. Figure it out.
LBSM Weh-ul. Okay. Then we need a plan. Because there's only a few weeks left till we're caught up in summer. In fact - we only have 4 weeks till June. That's 13 strength training days for doing push-ups. And we're only at 15 'real' push-ups. We'd have to add almost one a day to reach 25.
RBWC Can't we work out more days?
LBSM I don't think so. I don't know. Maybe. I'll ask W. the personal trainer. But I don't want to make a plan and a schedule and have you quit on me.
RBWC Pleeeeeeeeeease. I Promise I won't quit.
LBSM But I don't want to injure our body either. I am just not sure. Besides - we have never yet done a real, deep push-up. How do we know if what we're calling a push-up is a 'real' push-up?
RBWC We can ask W. the personal trainer.
LBSM hmmm. Yeah. We could ask that too. But how about we put it off till July. We could do it the week of July 14.
RBWC That's forever!
LBSM It is a long way off but ... it also gives us time to really reach the goal. Besides - the beach in hot hot hot July will be more welcome.
RBWC But it's not as pretty.
LBSM But it's more achievable. Besides - think how much you'll love jumping into the ocean on a sweltering hot July day. Think of how much fun it will be to walk Atlantic Ave. in the twilight. Deep Green Ocean Swells - salty sweet taffy. hmmmm.
RBWC Oh yeah. Yeah.
LBSM so you're okay with the July date? If you are ... I'll book the hotel room this week.
RBWC Oh! Really? Commit the money? Okay! I'm good with July.
LBSM We'll tell H this week then. So she can arrange to be off work. And we can put it in our work schedule too.
RBWC Yippeeee! I can't wait. I can't wait!
LBSM Well, I'm getting excited too. But remember - once we've made the reservation and scheduled with H there is A B S O L U T E L Y no going back on this. It's a total commitment.
RBWC I know. I promise. No whiny quitting.
LBSM Me too. No lazy quitting.
RBWC Thanks. I love you.
LBSM Welcome. I love you too.
So. There you have it. Why I've set a goal of 25 push-ups and tied it to a week day mini-vacation at the beach. I'll keep you posted - and of course - there will be photos of the beach. In July. When it's hot hot hot.
Thursday, May 02, 2013
The other day (in my quest for that bonus wheel spin ) I took the poll "Inspirational songs or sayings" I selected inspirational sayings. My own musical taste runs to classical or 17 and 18th century folk music or else other deeply ethnic music, none of which are trying to pump you up or challenge you with taunts about how much physical suffering you can do for the cause. No duh. that music was written when it was often hard - even impossible to get enough food to even stay alive.
anyway - I do love me some inspirational sayings and there are several that I've carried around with me on this journey. The first was a gift from my Weight Watcher leader and came last spring when I had been futzing around, sitting at the same weight for more months than I like to admit to. She told us that she did the same thing, dancing around those last 10 or 15 lbs, till her husband asked her one day "So. Do you plan on paying Weight Watcher's $10 a week for the rest of your life?"
That was a KaPow moment. Truth? If that was all I had to do to get and reach my goal, I would think $520 a year a cheap investment. If I could just buy weight loss I'd probably pay a lot more than that for it. I pay more than that for my satellite internet connection and I probably have paid that much for food I didn't eat that eventually went bad. So - No. I did not plan on being a perpetual paying member of Weight Watchers.
and of course, what he meant was ... if you are not going to walk the walk, perhaps you shouldn't lie about it. It was a gear shifting moment for me.
I've shared Tool #2 with you before but it's worthy of a second or even third repeating. It has to do with exercise and it's timely because in today's SparkPeopleBlog by Nicole she states (wrongly I think) that anyone who says they like the hard work of exercise is lying. It's not true. Well. It's not true in the way that blanket claims are never true. Had she qualified it with "most people ...." I'd have agreed. In my case, I LOVE exercise. But I often don't feel like making the shift - the change from what I'm already doing. One day while muttering to myself at the end of the work day about "Do I want to go to the gym? Do I want to go home? Do I? Don't I?" one of my staff walked by and said
"If you are asking yourself that question it means you NEED to go to the gym"
Oh My Goodness! Bulls Eye. Bingo.
How true that is. If I can't go to the gym, I already know it. Any Thing Else means I go to the gym. It's not up for discussion. Nothing else is an option. Either there is some compelling reason why I can't go to the gym or I go to the gym. I've never missed a gym date since he said that to me over a year ago. I don't even think about it. I kiss my husband every day. I pet my dogs every day. I brush my teeth twice a day. I go to the gym 4 days a week. period.
Today, one of my favorite Spark People bloggers, Pixilicious : www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_jo
talked about boredom eating - one of my challenges. She said - next time you're prowling around the kitchen looking for "something" (a.k.a. ooey, gooey, I'm hungry whiny sugary, salty, whatever) to eat, ask yourself "Are you hungry enough to eat an apple?"
If you aren't, you probably aren't hungry anyway. You're bored, mad, tired, sad - you are something other than hungry. So don't try to fill an empty spiritual hole with tummy stuff.
But if you are hungry enough to eat an apple - follow her advice. "go get a big old apple".
Wow! Thanks Pixie - that tool is going into my kit!
Happy Thursday to you all.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
I wear a Weight Watchers Active Link. I love it because it helps me remember to "Git up offit" as my next door neighbor used to say. Not to me, of course. He was an ancient gentlemanly farmer and would never speak to a woman that way - but he used to say it to Himself and it always made me laugh.
anyway - I really did Git-up-offit yesterday. Saturday is usually house cleaning day around here anyway but I had to go into town before I jumped in on the routine stuff - and if I'm in town on a Saturday I am going to go to the gym. The plan was 30 minutes of aerobics and 30 of weights but there was a zumba class that I've always wished I could take ... just getting started. So instead I got in about 20 minutes of weight lifting (20 pound dumbells - YAY me! - and 13 pushups!) and then danced for an hour.
I'm not sure I'm going to go back because I tend to flop around a lot when I'm dancing and I have a bad spot in my neck and in my lower spine ... and Zumba is a very shimmying sort of activity. I may be to fragile for it. I had a little dizziness for a few hours after the class and I know that's a sign that the neck vertebrae were pinching a nerve. I have to be careful with elliptical machines for the same reason.
And worry not - my doctor is fully aware of this backbone of mine. We've just decided that as long as I can manage it without surgery we will just watch it like a hawk.
but the class was fun and full of women I know who are delightful people. the teacher is adorable - in her 50's - a high school teacher with a twinkle in her eye. And that's how I started my day.
It continued with a major house clean. I can sometimes live with skipping the usual Saturday jobs for a week by not looking at the dirt - especially if I know I'm going to be away like I was last week. But 2 weeks? not. I live in the country. I live on the east end of a farm (blowing dirt from plowed fields goes with the prevailing weather patterns - west to east). I have dogs. I have guys. I have dirt. A full house clean is worth a lot of activity points!
and when it was all done, Himself asked me to join him on a 2 mile walk. Woo woo. By the end of the day I'd earned 9 activity points ... which, according to Wikipedia, is 900 extra calories burned over and above the normal calorie baseline.
This is good. this is very good since I know that this week I've indulged in Restaurant Fare, Belgian Chocolates, and conference meals.
Today I'll be active, of course, but I'm not planning on it being a 9 pointer. I have 3 boxes of daffodils to plant - dug from an old 17th century back yard - not that these are all 17th century daffodils - probably they're no more than 75 years old but there are a lot of them and they're headed for the lane that leads up to my house. It's a 1/10th of a mile stretch that gets afternoon sunshine and filtered morning light. In the springtime it's spectacular - but there are gaps - and right now I can see where they are. I shall be diggin' in the dirt for hours this afternoon.
May your Sunday be blessed with all the love in the world. And daffodils.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
I always thought it meant summer is on it's way but according to wikipedia - it means it's already here.
Summer has come in,
Loudly sing, Cuckoo!
The seed grows and the meadow
And the wood springs anew,
The ewe bleats after the lamb
The cow lows after the calf.
The bullock stirs, the stag farts,
Merrily sing, Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, well you sing,
Don't ever you stop now,
Sing cuckoo now. Sing, Cuckoo.
Sing Cuckoo. Sing cuckoo now!
Either way, I'm ready for it - tired of this cool weather, I want to swim in the rivah!
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