Saturday, March 27, 2010
The adventure of the St. Louis trip has been wild. Friday when I got to Iowa City to pick up my daughter for lunch (at 2:00 PM), she couldn't join me, but her housemate was going to do weight training at the gym and offered to work with me. He was great and we did almost an hour with weights... I had never pressed with a barbell before. Then I did 30 min. of cardio on an elliptical and by the time I changed it was 4:30 and the last thing I had eaten was a power bar at 12:30. I was starved, not a good place to be. So i went to a nearby grocery and found some 0% fat Greek yogurt, a fresh pear and a South Beach Fiber fit bar (I ate 2.) About an hour later my daughter comes back and is starving for supper and we go to this great Middle Eastern place. I am semi-smart, I have chicken kebab, tomato and cucumber salad and red cabbage salad and ... a piece of baklava. Needless to say, I got in all my fat yesterday.
We finally decided that it is now 7:00, if we drive on to St.Louis we won't get there till 11. So we decide to sleep in and get up at 4:00 AM to leave about 4:30. Everything is going find this morning until we can't find the car keys... takes 45 mins. So we maintained or slightly exceeded the speed limit on the way. Meanwhile I have had a cup of tea and on more of my fiber bars. The shower starts at 10:00, eating starts about 10:30 and I am starved. But there are veggies and hummus dip, fresh fruit salad... and homemade scones and petit fours. Let's just say, I don't have many calories or fat left in my schedule for today. I learned a lot. I just need to say, I must have food every 3-4 hours or I will not make good choices. I am just hoping all the physical activity yesterday will helpl
The shower was wonderful, my niece was so appreciative of all the gifts and of course, we all ohhed an ahhed over how cute everything was. We are all now relaxing for the afternoon before a big family supper at 5:30. Water and hot tea here we come.
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.
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