Friday, February 01, 2013
Thatís whatís written on my coffee cup this morning. It was given to me 35 years ago by a friend who followed that philosophy.
I usually donít use this cup anymore. It just sits in the cupboard. Itís just too small. Somehow over the decades the amount of coffee I drink in the morning has increased dramatically. If I used my little old cup, Iíd have to get a lot of refills.
I need a refill this morning. Not caffeine, although it is helping. I need a refill of hope.
The problems seem more difficult than they used to be when the cup was new, not personally for me, but for society in general. I donít feel the problems are larger or more complex than they used to be, but those tasked with solving them are so polarized. Sadly, some seem determined to polarize the rest of us.
On Thanksgiving Day my blog entry was ďThereís room for all of us at this Thanksgiving Table.Ē
I hope thatís true and that we donít solve problems by just taking away some chairs and leaving others to fend for themselves. The caffeine is helping, but I canít think about this anymore today. Like Scarlett OíHara, ďIíll think about that tomorrow.Ē Or maybe next week.
For today Iím going to think about both sides of my cup.
You see, when my friend gave it to me, we had 6 little girls between us, all under age 8. It will help me remember, recharge and refill my cup of hope.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
That was my motherís philosophy, although she did have her subtle, passive ways of attempting to change the tide, at least for Dad and me. Outside the family she was meek and timid.
Dad on the other hand was more proactive. While Mom was satisfied to leave the problem to God, Dad was the type who wanted to get out there and give God a hand.
More than once Mom would tell me ďyouíre just like your father.Ē
More than once I would mutter under my breath ďThank God!Ē
While Iím not as physical as Dad who once beat up a bully at work who had been terrorizing the smaller, weaker guys, I do tend to speak up when warranted.
On the first anniversary of Dadís death in 1998 I found myself at our state capitol addressing a committee about needs in educational technology.
Today Iím on my way to the capitol again. Iíve got something to say and I want my representatives to listen.
However, once again Iíll be doing this with a heavy heart. Ironically, today is the second anniversary of my motherís death.
However, if I donít make my own waves, Iím going to be swamped by someone elseís.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Itís a simple question I was asked while on the treadmill.
Iíve been increasing my time and distance lately so it was a reasonable assumption that I had some race on the horizon. Only I donít, not yet anyway. Come spring Iíll probably register for one or more 5Ks and if Iím able to build more endurance, maybe even a 10K or a half marathon.
However, thereís a more complex answer to the question. If the schedule of races doesnít suit me, I wonít enter, but I will keep on ďtraining.Ē
I like gathering at the starting line and taking off with the group. I enjoy trying to improve, to be better than I was the last time. I love to win hardware, but if I donít, I applaud the excellence of whatever ďold ladyĒ runs faster than me.
So what am I training for?
I want to be ready and able to run a race if the opportunity arises.
I want to be able to run for a bus thatís about to leave.
I want to be able to run for shelter in a sudden downpour.
I think Iím just training for life, a quality of life that I want to maintain as long as I can.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
For reasons not related to this blog I have been researching crime and prisons.
First let me assure you that neither I nor any member of my family has ever been in prison.
However, dieters have some things in common with those people attempting to leave behind the behavior that landed them in prison.
Recidivism Ė ďthe tendency to relapse into a previous condition or mode of behaviorĒ (Webster)
Approximately 68% of prisoners released were rearrested within 3 years (varies by state and type of crime)
Once at goal weight, 70 to 95% of dieters will be back to their old selves within 3 years. (research data varies here also)
So what characteristics do ďcareer criminalsĒ share with career (yo-yo) dieters other than recidivism - the act of a person repeating an undesirable behavior after they have either experienced negative consequences of that behavior, or have been treated or trained to extinguish that behavior (Wikipedia)
The process of losing the weight at times may seem equivalent to time in prison, bound by shackels of our own making. As a person in maintenance, Iím currently more interested in what happens once goal weight is reached (sentence served or released on parole).
I was reading about programs to help career criminals change their lives.
Many of the successful tactics mirror the lifestyle changes needed to make healthy weight permanent.
Meaningful work, education and training
We know that higher income levels correlate with lower obesity rates.
Nutrition information and education helps people make better food choices also.
Mental health treatment
Recognition and counseling for any unhealthy relationship with food helps to maintain a healthy weight.
Attitude and Associates
Believe positive change is possible.
Avoid people and places likely to lead you back to old destructive habits.
Associate with people who support your goals (like Sparkpeople)
Report in-person with a parole officer regularly.
I realize that I do this every morning when I step on the scale. Sometimes my parole officer (scale) approves of me and sometimes not, but this is how I get an honest, no-nonsense assessment of the direction Iím headed before Iíve gone too far down the wrong path and end up back in prison.
I want to avoid being a negative statistic and intend to do all I can to avoid it.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Bet you didnít know that youíre my meal companions.
Does this lead to ďmindless eating?Ē Not for me. I know that this defies the conventional wisdom that to be successful in weight loss/maintenance you should not do anything else while eating. I found that to be true for watching TV or even reading a magazine, but not for my morning SP ritual.
DH & I are always up before 6 am. We donít even need an alarm clock. Maybe itís a residual effect from all those years of work, but our internal clocks are permanently programmed this way.
He makes coffee, just as heís done for 45 years. He eats breakfast #1. I just have the coffee. Iím never hungry first thing in the morning. He will return for breakfast #2 and sometimes #3. I prefer not to see that.
Then itís on to email and favorite sites. Obviously thatís where I am right now.
SP accompanies my coffee refills. I sip, I read, I sip I blog, comment, post etc etc.
Finally I get my breakfast, the same one Iíve eaten for 15 years.
Back to SP. I take a bite, I read & post, take another bite, and repeat over and over.
It takes a long time to finish peanut butter on WW toast with OJ when you keep stopping to type.
If my hands are occupied, theyíre not holding food or a glass. Thatís off to the side. I keep my keyboard clean. I was a technology coordinator after all, and I practice what I preach.
Sometimes lunch follows the same pattern with the same result. I find this method actually slows down my eating. Plus, the SP reading is motivation to continue a healthy routine. When Iím entering my daily meal and snack plan in the tracker, it discourages going back for more food.
Perhaps this is just one more example of my ďoddballĒ behavior or a retired personís version of ďeating at your desk.Ē
Note, this doesnít work for dinner. DH & I always eat together at the table like normal people.
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