Friday, September 21, 2012
Could I just walk right up to the complaint department? Well, no, I can't, and that's why I'm having a small pity party for myself. I don't want my feet to hurt anymore. I have had a couple of good days and managed my training walks for the 5K virtual. But at times, the pain is almost unbearable. It's such a small thing. And when I left Walmart tonight, stepping out into that wonderful breeze, I said to myself, "You haven't felt this great is years." I truly was amazed at how great I felt.
The good thing is, next week I see my primary, my oncologist, and a new one, a podiatrist. I don't have to go to the chiropractor, That's down to every 2 weeks. Woohoo. My primary doctor is going to jump up and down and spit wooden nickels over my weight loss. And my oncologist will schedule my 6 month PET scan and give me my B12 shot. It's time. The PET scans have been clear ever since 2009, but still . . .
And the podiatrist is going to . . . well I honestly don't know what he'll do. Hopefully he'll think I don't need to wear the compression socks.
SP increased my calorie intake. Maybe I need to increase the amount of time I sleep. Because the complaint department is now closed. It takes a lot of energy to live life.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
I joined a small team of people who are keeping alive trades or crafts from the past. Last night it occurred to me that at times, I like things simple, as much as possible. At first glance, this lunch appears to be simple: a chopped, juicy peach, a handful of sweet cherries, a hardboiled egg, and homemade oatmeal whole wheat bread.
I have definitely gotten away from processed foods, at least for this meal. Am I preserving the craft of providing food as from the past?
I suppose I'm close. It definitely LOOKS like a simple meal. But I spent 4 hours making the bread 2 weeks ago and my refrigerator has kept it from spoiling. I bought the buttery spread at Walmart. No churning for me, though I could if I had to. I've even taught my 5th graders how to do it.
There are no chickens in my housing development. I don't like to think about what I'm relying on to provide my eggs. And I purchased rolled oats and whole wheat flour from the store. I've tried sprouting wheat and I'm a total failure at grinding it.
I'm beginning to grow some vegetables. That garden will provide no food for at least 2 months.
And the water came out of a brita filter box on my counter, and before that, the kitchen tap that sits near the dishwasher.
But now that you are looking closely, notice the supplements in the small glass dish. Definitely a sign of modern times. Especially the vitamin D gel caps. All of those nutrients that I have been depriving myself by eating the modern packaged, manufactured bubble bread, fast food, and dinner "out."
But perhaps the biggest difference in this meal and one of 100 years ago is the amount of physical effort needed in order to put this meal on the table. How many calories would it have taken?
Gather the wheat, thresh, clean, grind, mix bread, knead, rise, chop wood, bake. Slice.
Gather eggs. Pump water or go to the stream. Boil eggs in a pot would have been a luxury because the family pot usually had a porridge or stew cooking in it.
Pick the cherries, if you had planted the trees. Pick the peaches. Chop the peaches. And if I had been living in this time, I probably would have a glass of milk or some farmer's cheese to go with the bread. After all, I would need more energy to be this active.
Milk the cow. Churn the butter.
And this activity was a part of life, or you didn't eat.
When I think through all of this, I appreciate the simple plate. I appreciate the beauty of food close to the source, with little human intervention. And it makes me realize just how much I need to ramp up my physical activity. My body must be screaming at me: "You know, you used to walk a mile to school, and a mile back home again. Let's go!"
I like the convenience of having foods at times when they are not available here. I would truly miss bananas. Or salad in the summer. Or cherries. I WOULD NOT miss avocados.
Is buying eggs from the market any different than buying a loaf of bread from the market, or a mix for fiber-filled muffins? I'd like to think so.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
I am so grateful to Spark People for still being here this time around. With the resources I have found, I am making changes in many aspects of my life
• I'm getting a top-notch nutrition education.
• I'm planning nutritious menus for the whole week.
• I'm losing weight and eating more that I ever have before, especially while on a diet.
• I'm forming habits with a very good chance that they will be long lasting.
• I'm looking for ways to bring variety into my cooking and exercising.
• I'm in training for a 5 K walk and today walked 2 miles, further than I've ever walked at one time before.
• I'm looking for ways to turn those little negative voices around and send them packing. And that's why I'm writing.
Those little voices pop up usually when I'm driving by Dunkin' Donuts or when I'm exercising. This week I deep-fried the donut demon. And this morning I kicked the foot fiend.
I do have something wrong with my left foot. I have an appointment with a podiatrist next week. But when I set out to walk on Friday, the pain eased up and went away. This morning as I started my 2 mile training walk, it started up again. I was ready. I figured if it was going to show up, it would be when I was going to walk further than I ever had before, at one time.
Sure enough. It started sending sharp pains down the top of my foot. I told that foot fiend it would need to go somewhere else because I was not the complaint department. I focused on posture and walking with good form like in one of those SP videos I watched. I focused on my surroundings. It was a beautiful morning, long shadows, everything was fresh.
When I noticed the 2 sandhill cranes, my foot quit hurting and I really enjoyed my walk.
Don't know where that imp is going to pop up the next time, but I am ready for it. No imp is going to undermine everything I have accomplished.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Would you rather eat this at a brunch,
You essentially have the same ingredients, though I did add cherries. I think they added visually, AND nutritionally.
But most of all turning the fritata into pinwheels with a flatbread made me feel like I was eating delicious party appetizers. I felt no pangs of guilt. I knew I was getting great nutrition from every corner of my plate.
I think I have the food thing down, though I sometimes have difficulties eating everything that is on my nutrition tracker for the day.
Now, if I could only find the key that would transform exercise from fritata to party pinwheels!
Lookin' forward to next week's training for the 5K Your Way. Yesterday, I walked 1.75 miles at one time, further than I had ever walked at one time before. Every other day is going to bring an activity that I've never done before . . . if my left foot doesn't rebel.
How can I turn this into a pinwheel? Find a shady park with well marked walking trails. That would be a pinwheel!! Or I could use my imagination and imagine walking in a cool place, possibly the Outer Banks or Hilton Head Island, along a hard packed beach with waves crashing and a sunset to die for.
I've got it. Get the ear buds and charge the IPOD!! Music is my spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down!!
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