Monday, March 22, 2010
We live near a large Catholic high school and school just let out a few minutes ago. Since the parking lot is too small, many of the students park on our street, so it's fun to watch all the various types of kids go by. Even in a uniform of maroon shirts and khaki pants or skirts, all the different personalities are evident from the lonlely nerd to the chattering group of in-crowd girls. But they all seem to radiate youthful energy, especially the ones on the cross country team that just ran by.
Even though I am old enough to be their grandmother, i am energized by their energy and enthusiasm. I wish I had been involved in high school or college athletics, but i come from an era when the only acceptable physical activity for a girl to like was cheerleading. Pretty soon the girls cross country runners will come by and I am thrilled what we have accomplished so far for young women.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Okay, you must admit that the title intrigued you. I have just discovered a very dangerous habit I am developing and need to stop before it becomes mindless - the sort of habit you don't even realize you have.
First I need to introduce you to our menagerie: Brigeda - our 8 year old German short hair pointer who acts like she's six months old. Lexy - a 7 year old rescued Vizula (short hair Polish hunting dog with red hair and green eyes - beautiful and a manipulator.) Sophia - a 9 year old Manx cat who is a stumpy. (Manx cats don't have tails and are either called rumpies - no tail at all or stumpies - those with just a stump of tail). Last, but not least is Guzel (Turkish for pretty... we lived in Turkey for a while) who was 12 weeks old when we rescued her 7 years ago. The size differential is significant. The dogs weigh 60- 65 lbs. and the cats weight 8-10 lbs. The cats are inside animals... although Sophia doesn't always agree with that and was gone once for 6 weeks. The dogs have the run of our 1/2 acre yard because we have an electric fence.
Really, I am getting to the title. Until this winter, the dogs went out the front door after they got our attention with an bark or two. However, with over 60 inches of snow and snow continually on the ground for 90 days, we started letting them out the back door. Guess which room you must go through to the back door? Did you guess the KITCHEN? You are correct. I have found myself grabbing a dry apricot or two or a small handful of almonds as I walk back and forth to let them out. I know it's better than grabbing potato chips (none in the house) but it has become almost mindless.
I'm glad I recently read the articles on emotional eating. Most the time that i grab food it when letting the dogs out or in has interrupted something I'm doing and I'm frustrated by the necessity of tending to their needs. I'd love to blame the dogs, but I don't think that's quite fair, do you?
What i've learned... a lot quicker with Spark help that I would have otherwise, is to become aware of the mindless eating, to make it mindful and to control it.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I hadn't realized how important my alternate day strength training and my 6/7 days cardio training has become an addiction. I knew that I was addicted to yoga! Monday at yoga I pulled a muscle, skipped strength training. Did some mild cardio on Tuesday, but no regular yoga. Wednesday still no strength training, but walking to Leslie Sasone. Thursday a great 13 mi. bike ride outside. Friday ... oops, I guess I overdid it on the bike ride. Only upper body strength training and no cardio. Now it's Saturday and I am so frustrated and anxious. I'm going to try 3 10 minute runs on the stationary bike. Hope it helps. Sunday is usually my day of rest and my Monday yoga is yin... a slower,quieter practice. If you hear shrieks from the middle of the country next week, it will be me going crazy with inactivity.
Friday, March 19, 2010
I love reading other members blogs. They are filled with such enthusiasm and "gratitude attitudes" that I am encouraged, entertained and enthused. (If that's a word.) I have a friend who can't believe that I can relate to people I have never seen or heard; that I write to "strangers" on line. I realize I never write to strangers, I am writing to fellow travelers on the road the healthy lives for ourselves and our loved ones. I realize I can vent in safety if I need to. I can gloat without shame if I need to. I can grieve without regret if I need to. In short, all those things I do with great friends I can do here without judgement. Thank you Spark People!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Spring is really here! Today on a bike training run after watching mud, decaying vegetation, naked trees, even though it was in the mid 60's and sunny, I was stunned to see the ground under a small grove of trees carpeted with crocus. Their lovely, fragile, blue-violet petals and bright orange stamens brought joy to my heart. Such a small flower, such a bold statement.
Now, to the title of the blog: I started thinking about this in December, talking about it with family in January, with friends in February and now I'm writing about in March and doing it in April.
I turn 65 in April. The weekend of my birthday I plan to do 65 sun salutations the day before my birthday, 65 crunches on my birthday and a 65 mile bike ride the day after.
Today was my first outside training ride. (I've been riding my bike inside all winter.) We went 13 miles, 25% of the total mileage in just over an hour. I felt great on the ride and feel great now. My legs know they worked, but they aren't shaking or weak. I know if I keep up my exercise routine of biking and walking and strength training, I will have a great birthday weekend.
Making the commitment here makes it seem even more real.
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