Wednesday, January 30, 2013
I am your cheerleader.
Look to me when life seems to put you down.
Look to me when you hear that negative voice.
Know that you are not hearing my voice then.
Because I know how wonderful you are.
If you think you have been absolutely worthless, know that I am here, beaming with pride in what you have become and what you will become.
My beaming face brings light to a dreary world.
I am the parent who gives you unconditional love.
I am the one who can show you how to give that unconditional love to YOURSELF, even when you think you are something less than perfect.
I can help you heal those old wounds and move on to become your destiny.
I can help you become a cheerleader to others in your life.
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Who do we appreciate??
Y O U!!
This soul collage card is dedicated to a dear friend.
Monday, January 28, 2013
It was an uneventful trip. Nothing happened that I can turn into an exaggerated story. As some of you saw, the pool at the motel was indoors, but way too cold to stick your toe into. And I couldn't figure out the treadmill. I had it set on manual, no incline, but it would flip over to 12 incline and 7 MPH with no warning. I wasn't successful making it stop and I also wasn't able to keep up with that intensity, so I switched over to the rowing machine.
The bed was the softest bed I've ever slept in in a motel, and the pillows were like rocks.
Breakfast (free) choices included hard boiled eggs, sausage patties, strawberry yogurt, bagel, cream cheese, cheese danish, fruit loops, milk, and coffee with cream available. They also had apples and oranges available. I wasn't too impressed with anything except the apple, since I had a box of clementines in the car.
When I got to my exit in Florida it was 82 degrees and sunny. I went for a mile walk at 7:10 with Jewels (my Yorkie.) She is pooped now, and I can tell I'd better go to bed soon, because I plan to hit the gym.
Not going to pay for it anymore down here without using it. Tomorrow, I'm going to check out the water aerobics classes.
Friday, January 25, 2013
I received an e-mail from a friend that said she was in Malaysia with her husband, who was ill and needed a hysterectomy, asking me to send money. Her name and his name were in the message.
With other spamming, I can usually click and read the header info to see where it really came from.
So I sent her a message letting her know she might have a virus.
I received a reply saying she didn't have a virus, that she really was in Malaysia.
I don't know what to do about this. There's no point sending anymore e-mails to her, since it appears someone has taken over at least her e-mail.
It was written in very broken English, which wouldn't be her either.
We were warned yesterday on the news how hackers can take over our laptops via an e-mail, turning on our video cameras and then knowing everything said and done in the house. The warning here was to not ope e-mails from anyone we don't know. You have no way of knowing. Solution: cover your camera lens on the laptop, and close the laptop when you're not using it.
In my case, I thought I knew this person.
The more we become reliant on technology and social media, the more we will need to be knowledgeable and vigilant for this kind of attack.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
All I've ever heard about the fat on our bodies is that the last fat to go on is the first fat to come off. I guess the 40 pounds I lost from July -Dec. 16 was baby fat. Because I know that 35 pounds went on between 2007-2012 after I stopped following Medifast through cancer treatments and surgeries.
So what do I call the last 9 pounds I've lost since December 16? Retro fat? Classic fat? Cambridge fat? Cigarette fat? Because the weight gain that I'm working to melt now went on between 1980-2006 after major weight loss with Cambridge, and then quitting smoking with the help of Nicorette gum. So I have a bunch of classic old fat hanging around. So far, the Classic Fat has been easier to melt away than the baby fat. Maybe its resistance is lower because it never thought I'd be strong enough to battle my bad habits.
I'm hoping it doesn't figure it out before I finish the next six pounds because THEN I have to battle the antique fat. The fat that went on after I threw the doctor's diet pills and his 600 calorie a day diet in the trash in 1968. The more I think about it, the more I realize that's when my relationship with crazy, very low calorie diets began, and I had the endorsement from my doctor for the prescription for diet pills that made my skin feel like spiders were crawling on my back. That low calorie diet (eggs, tomatoes, zwieback crackers, tea for 3 meals a day) instilled that thought that low calorie diets were safe. My body told me the pills weren't. But I never connected the subsequent weight gain to be because of the low calorie diet. I just thought it was something wrong with my will power, or my metabolism.
I have no imagination for what it will be like to get back to college weight or beyond. I'm looking forward to enjoying maintenance, whenever that happens.
I wish the knowledge, wisdom, and support at Spark People had been available in the sixties!
Of course we didn't even have computers then.
How DID we ever survive?
Edit: My last name is Atkins, and I'm not a relative of the Dr. responsible for the diet; and yes, I tried that one, too, with the same result. At least it wasn't low calorie or based on drugs. ; )
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