Sunday, May 19, 2013
I don't know what I'd do without them. The perfect candy. The perfect junk food. The perfect substitute for almost anything ... except Cheetos, of course, but they are my crack cocaine. We won't talk about them.
But Bananas. oh man. I eat a lot of bananas and yesterday I ate ... hmm. well. truth? I only ate 3 which is normal for me. But yesterday I was cranking up for a big Library Event (it was a big success, btw) and part of my duty was to bake about 400 cookies (slice'n'bake refrigerator style - hey, I'm good but I'm not a martyr). I make them small because most people would rather have many cookies than a lot of cookies - that is - most people feel like they've had a treat if they can eat 3 or 4 or 5 cookies, not 3 or 4 or 5 ounces of cookies. It's a numbers game. But to feed a crowd, and to watch your waistline, 5 small cookies is always better than 5 big ones.
A kitchen full of fragrant cookies, though, is a terrible temptation. I always give myself permission to eat one while I'm baking them, and I used store bought dough so I could pretend that there were deadly microbiotic germs in the raw cookie dough - hence the WARNING on the package. If I'd made my own dough I would have eaten some raw - which may be as deadly as the store bought but I wouldn't think about it.
The rest of the day was a slow build to Party Anxiety - which I always have when I'm hosting a function for work. I might get excited about hosting a home party, but I've done enough of them to know that everything will work out just fine. Besides, a private party is all about people who are already pretty much in my daily life. A Library Function is different. Not only will acquaintances and even strangers be coming (or worse, NOT coming) but there will be an unknown guest speaker. One always hopes she'll be entertaining but one doesn't always KNOW.
and then - there's the whole "job performance" aspect of hosting an Library event. So you see - on event day there is always the chance I'll try to calm myself with SUGAR and FAT.
But not as long as there are bananas. Bananas are SWEET. and they are FIBROUS. and they are cheap. and soft so they go down easily. and they have such a distinctive flavor that ... really, you don't want much else after eating one... at least, for a short while. And by then, you might have gotten caught up in doing something else.
Love me some bananas. What would I do without them?
So, what's your go-to food when you know you're going to eat mindlessly?
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
I am not a great one to actually copy the words of another here - unless they are brief quotes - but I am going to make an exception today. I subscribed to Martha Beck's daily quotations and each morning one of them comes into my email box. They are nearly always worth remembering - and they usually have that familiar Martha Beck Wide Swings tartness to them. I am not a tart sort of person but I can appreciate it when I read it.
She is also the person who introduced me to the concept of right brain/left brain dichotomies - and taught me how to get them to talk to each other. Neither of those "brains" is the whole me. I am both and I know my life only works when they are cooperating, accepting of the conflict built into both natures, committed to making it work.
You can find out how to get your right brain talking to your left and your left brain listening to your right in her book The Four-Day Win. She makes it into a fun sort of game - a little exercise that moves you from one place to another.
Today, in her daily quotes she offered another interesting little game or puzzle or exercise. It struck me as all three - and I wanted to share. Because I believe that one of the issues we have when it comes to losing weight AND keeping it off is that we don't believe we deserve, don't believe we can, don't believe it's possible. We are from fat families. We have too much to do to spend all this time on ourselves. We are losers.
In short - we quit wanting so we won't be even MORE disappointed. Here's Martha Beck's recipe for DESERVE - not dessert! I'm going to do this. Maybe someone else out there might want to give it a try too.
QUOTE FROM MARTHA BECK:
Yearning + Trust = Happiness
Right now, make a list of everything you yearn for. Make sure that you realize that your yearning is for the emotional sensation that the experience would bring you rather than the form itself. Make another list of things you feel you deserve, but don’t believe you’ll ever get — things like good luck, a soul mate, a really great haircut. Again, focus on the essence of the experience, not the physical form.
Now try a small thought experiment. Go through this list item by item and allow yourself to trust that the thing you love not only will come, but has already connected with you through the barrier of time. Notice any fear that arises to tell you that the thing for which you yearn will never come to you. Notice the choking, tensing or other form of contraction in your body when you focus on your disbelief. This is the body’s response to a lie. Give yourself a short space of time, say one minute, to take your attention off your disbelief and focus instead on the love of this thing that has not yet happened. Feel the warmth and openness of your life when you believe that your connection with this thing is real, solid, and inevitable.
~The Formula for Happiness: Insight From Martha
And HERE'S THE LINK:
Remember - Keep Wanting!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
No doubt about it - I love me some cute clothes. And shoes? Don't get me started.
Not that I have thousands of pairs of shoes but I do have maybe 20. For winter. And the same for warm weather. I've been working hard at Not Buying Too Much New Stuff - but I've also been shopping for a new summertime purse. Alas - everything I like is by Kate Spade at about $300 - and I just can't bring myself to spend that kind of money for something I'll carry only till September. I'm not sure I'd even be willing to part with that kind of money for a classic old Coach bag - after all - what's a classic anymore?
anyway - while looking on the major on-line accessory shops (think Zapos, Amazon, Overstock) I discovered drool inducing shoes. In particular I discovered these shoes.
Zapos had them in every print or color (there are about 10!) and I just had to make them mine. Of course - I have triangular feet - so lots of times I need a wide width and these didn't come in wide - but I took a chance. Return shipping is free with Zapos so they're worth taking a gamble on. The UPS man delivered them to me yesterday, at work, and the minute he was out the door I was ripping open the box and trying them on. Not only do they fit - YIPPEE! - they were the perfect match for what I was wearing. So. They got their first exposure yesterday.
If I had the money I think I'd buy a pair in every print - still might go back and get the blue/green stripes. So cute. And those black & white print oness that make me think of Audrey Hepburn? Yeah. I just wish they'd use the fabric in these shoes to make some cute summer purses - in classic shapes - not too big, not too small.
Well, yeah. A girl can want, right?
So - here's the link - just in case you were curious:
(oh man! I forgot about those turquoise prints - I want them too!)
And here are some cute quotes about shoes:
“I like Cinderella, I really do. She has a good work ethic. I appreciate a good, hard-working gal. And she likes shoes. The fairy tale is all about the shoe at the end, and I’m a big shoe girl.”
— Amy Adams
“A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella.”
Friday, May 10, 2013
Yesterday W the PT I work with told me that since I didn't have to go on to work after our session we were going to go to failure.
"Failure!!!" I cried - "that sounds horrible!"
He quickly explained that he wanted my muscles to work till I couldn't perform another repetition. The point of this was to help me build more muscle over the next few days of rest (at least 48 hours of rest for this girl). I suggested we call it "Maxing Out" my muscles because somehow ... failure sounds so ... depressing.
And then we got lifting. He lowered the weights I was working with from 20 lb. dumbells to 10 pounders. Then we just worked each set of moves till I couldn't push, pull or lift any more. That is the point of failure.
A lot goes on between a personal trainer and a personal trainee. As the trainee what I'm looking for is someone who eyes me in an almost clinical fashion - who watches my form like a hawk - listens to my feedback as I give it - and who has the creativity to come up with something else if there's a problem. It's a mind game that's all about a body. In this case - his mind, my mind and my body.
And it's something we do together.
He knows I have goals - and he knows what they are. He also knows I have 'issues' with my neck and my back - and we work around them when needed. I have made a commitment to him, as well as to me, to listen closely to my body and tell him when something doesn't work. I trust him to push me beyond what I've ever done before but he trusts me to never put him in the position where I get injured following his instructions. He doesn't need the guilt. I don't need the pain. One of the exercises we tried yesterday ... I never even tried - because I knew it would do my back harm. We just did something else.
See how quickly this becomes all about "us" even though it's my body. It's like I step outside myself and see this body as if it belonged to a third person and we are the fitness team that will get it strong. It's almost as if my body was my avatar.
In fact, we didn't max out with every exercise. The chest presses went up to the point of failure but not to it. On the other hand, the Reverse Push-up .. where I lie beneath a barbell and lift my straight body up and down without bending or touching the ground - man - I totally maxed out on that one. There was another one involving a weight machine where I completely maxed out and of course - the final effort - full body push-ups - yeah. I maxed out on them too.
"Just keep doing it till you can't do it any more" he told me.
that is an amazing feeling - Contracting or pushing a muscle till it just stops - till it wont go on - how seldom life requires us to do that. There were times when I could feel the effort coming all the way from my toes.
I know enough to drink extra water after a new, unusual and extreme workout. I also follow an old tip I learned as a child - take a soaking bath as hot as you can stand as soon as you can. Did both yesterday and still fell asleep over dinner. Whew. That is maxing out.
Today I can feel it in my arms, of course, and a little in my back and across my chest. But I also feel it in the muscles that go around the outside of my hips. I feel it on my inner thigh muscles and outer calf muscles. Everything feels like it had to jump in and lend a hand and I guess that's the point of maxing out or working to failure.
Whatever it is - it's really addictive. I can't wait to max out again. I will have to wait - of course - because I have Other Things that require my attention. But we will do this again.
Just not today
Today is the day of rest
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