Monday, July 01, 2013
On May 28, I started focusing on 3 main goals: C (calories within limits), A (alcohol at a lower level--trying to reduce), B (bedtime early enough to get at least 6 hours of sleep). To visualize, I made a calendar and rewarded myself with a gold star for each goal I made for the past 34 days. In the interest of accountability, the results are in, and they are not pretty for the most part, but they highlight two main things. First, weekends are worse. Second, my focus on an earlier bedtime actually worked.
C - 44%, gold star on 0 (yes, zero) weekend days
A - 56%, gold star on 2 weekend days
B - 94%, gold star on 32 of 34 days, with only 1 of the remaining 2 on a weekend
Obviously, for those percentages, I had other days when I did not make my goal, and the primary day, no surprise, is Friday. I am starting July with the same calendar to see if I can improve. I sure left a lot of room for improvement.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
This morning I read a delightful Spark mail from BABARR67, whose youthful gym experiences were less than wonderful, and her words triggered not-so-great memories of my own. Here's my response to her:
"I feel your pain about the gym...perhaps I wasn't *always* the last person chosen for kick ball, but it happened enough that I remember the shame. Then there was that rope climbing thing in 3rd grade. I still remember the rope burns. And we had to stand on our heads then, too. The PE coach was so mean. I couldn't make my legs go straight up. To balance, my legs were tipped slightly forward, but even though I was doing a headstand (the last one I EVER did), the coach yelled at me. Isn't it amazing how those little hurts stick with us? What were we in 3rd grade? 8? 9? Sigh."
While I don't agree that every successful nose-blowing requires a "good job!" in our present-day movement to boost self esteem in children, support for making an honest effort is a good thing, because it teaches that "not perfect" is still a good start and can lead to trying harder or working smarter. The early lessons I got at home and at school were that less than perfect resulted in criticism and yelling. Thinking back on that, it's little wonder that I refused to try new things (especially physical pursuits) if I didn't think I could excel. I missed out on a lot of experiences, the most important of which, I believe, it the experience of failure in a "safe" environment. Learning to deal with failure for the first time as an adult is way harder without practice in a supportive, non-threatening way as a child.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Thanks to PATRICE_E for pointing me to www.modelmydiet.com/ for virtual models. The program I used previously stopped working, so I never did an update. Before I get to the results, let me point out that after visiting Patrice_E's Spark page, I can say she IS an athlete, though she claims not to be one.
Here's the new before (224 lb) and after (143 lb) virtual me:
Edit: For folks who have asked about saving their virtual models, my version of Windows has a Snipping Tool that I can use to select what I want and save it to a .png file. At home, I have Faststone Capture, which I believe still gives you a free trial. I use it all the time when I telework to add content to briefing slides, so I bought the license. Here's their site:
Friday, June 21, 2013
This morning a member of the Meditation and Mindfulness team shared her spiritual practice and asked about others. My reply was this: For me, I feel closest to MotherFather God when I am in nature. Spectacular sunrises and sunsets burn memories into my brain. Walking along a wooded path as autumn leaves fall awakens me in a way like no other. Sitting on the porch with the cat in my lap listening to the birds and the wind in the trees centers me.
On the other hand, I don't take spirituality totally seriously. There was a funny Agnes comic last Sunday about spirituality, but since I couldn't post it on the thread, here it is:
Just realized how small SP sizes uploaded pictures, so here is the link:
Friday, June 14, 2013
I've lost about this much:
These are 40-pound bags of rock salt. I know how hard it is to haul these from the store to the car and from the car to the basement. Hard to believe I used to haul the equivalent of BOTH of these bags around on my carcass every day.
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