Thursday, September 20, 2012
“Mommy, will you color with me?” asked my 4 yr old daughter back in 1973.
Maybe I was busy with the baby. Maybe I had homework to do (grad school). I don’t remember why, but I replied, “Later, Jeannie, I’ll do it later.” Sadly, she said, “Later never comes.” Yes, I changed my mind and picked up a crayon.
I remember that now whenever I’m tempted to put off something I know I should do, like plan my food for the day or get out and exercise. I’m trying to extend that to other procrastinating areas of my life.
Going through my deceased parents things: That’s hard. Each item has a memory attached.
Catching up with an old friend: Facebook makes this easier, doesn’t it?
Gathering healthy recipes: Thank you SP. You’ve simplified this for me.
Jeannie will be 43 on Saturday. She’s well aware of her 4 year old wisdom and applies it to her own family life.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Once I proudly pulled my new driver’s license out of my wallet.
Once I wore an ID around my neck to advise building security that I belonged there.
Now I carry a Medicare Card.
It all went by so fast. I never thought about what I was eating. I was grateful to corporate America for their prepackaged foods and the fast food restaurants available on every corner. With a husband, 3 kids, a zillion activities, my workouts and a demanding job, it simplified getting food on the table. Compared to the rest of America I looked pretty good, probably because I was always active.
Suddenly, I notice that the Obituaries include a lot of people from MY decade.
Suddenly, I observe that residents in the nursing home I visit with my church group are not that much older than me.
Once time stretched out before me like an endless superhighway and I was pushing the speed limit. Now, I’m meandering down a narrower country road. I don’t want to be one of the wrecks broken down on the shoulder, so I better take care of this engine and all its parts.
Wherever you are on the road of life, take care of yourself. Do it now for a longer, happier road ahead.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
I don’t want to go to the gym today, but it’s raining heavily so I have no choice.
I don’t want to hear “I told you so!” Especially when it isn’t true.
I don’t want to hear “Running will ruin your knees” Especially when it isn’t true.
The naysayers accustomed to seeing me run 30 to 40 min at a time while they mutter about how foolish I am, will likely not be encouraging as I work my way back with quarter mile intervals.
Maybe I should wear a sign that I’m injured because I tripped over a step while checking out a buffet. Eating hurt my knee, not running.
Rehab is hard enough. I don’t need the negativity.
Monday, September 17, 2012
I feel like such an oddball. I didn’t have dramatic amounts of weight to lose. I never yo-yo dieted. I was always rather content with my pear shaped body and I was always active and fit.
However, by age 61 I was carrying 30 lbs more than in college (20 lbs more than after 3 pregnancies) and I just didn’t want to show up for my retirement physical and have to move that big 150 lb weight on the doctor’s scale. Plus, my 5K times had been getting gradually slower and I decided that I would be better off if my heart and lungs didn’t have to drag that extra weight up those hills.
So what to do? I was already running 20 miles per week and drinking only water (after my morning coffee & OJ). So much for “easy” stuff – move more and cut out soda. Fortunately I love numbers and data, so I began tracking my food on a different website, less comprehensive than SP, and using SP for the articles and information.
I was amazed and impressed by all the stories of great success, but didn’t feel comfortable joining in. I reached my goal weight (22 lbs lost), but compared to everyone else, it seemed like so what… big deal. So I kept quiet. I didn’t even use a “ticker.”
But I discovered that I love eating healthy and knowing what’s in my food. I love planning the day using the tracker and playing “what if I eat this and not that?” I love my food scale and improving my ability to estimate weight and portions, and I still love to read about everyone else’s successes.
So as I approach 3 years of maintenance at goal weight (132-135), I joined the Maintenance Team. Maintenance difficulties are universal, no matter how much we weigh. Now I hope to find my voice. Maybe there’s someone else out there like me?
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