Monday, November 26, 2012
Yesterday, I was lucky enough to bare witness to something so special, so spectacular that I doubt it will be repeated again in my lifetime. So rare is the occasion that I am having a hard time conceiving of such an incredible event. We joined in celebrating two incredible people who are icons, or should be! See the link below. John and Ann Betar...Eighty years of marriage! Wow! How is that even possible?
John and Ann were receiving a blessing from the priest. After the blessing he kissed his wife and beaming with love and pride said, "You're still my bride!" He is 101 years old and STILL driving!! She is 97 years young! They are modest, humble, devout, loving, caring... I could go on and on. In a world where Kim Kardashian's 72 day marriage, $10 million wedding makes national headlines and is splattered across every tabloid in the checkout line, it's pillars like John and Ann that give me hope. My father was 2 years old when they got married. Holy cow, what they have seen in their lifetime. My own parents enjoyed 44 years until death did them part. And here we have a couple married twice as long!
Besides their amazing love story, they are role models because they have really taken care of themselves. They eat well, they exercise, never smoked and drink only on occasion. John was a produce man, it's how he earned his living. He always knew the value of having fresh fruits and vegetables. How else do you live to be 101 and 97 and counting? Their granddaughter shared a story about Thanksgiving last year. She went out to the garage and found her grandfather on a ladder getting something from a high shelf. She told him, "Gramps, get down from that ladder. You're not 80 anymore." What a delightful man! Can you imagine?
Clean living, some good genes and a little bit of luck! We should all be so lucky. I have 12 years of wedded bliss under my belt. I am 15% of the way there!
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Last night I attended my 30-year high school reunion. 30 years? You're kidding, right? How and when did we get so old? I remember back in 1982 when we were getting ready to graduate, we talked about what our 5-year reunion would be like. When the time came I remember how stressed I was and how broke I went buying the perfect outfit and make-up. I was still single and was looking to impress. I had to prove I was successful! After just 5 years, we were barely out of college. None of us had even made a slight mark on the world. There's always a few exceptions but largely we were fairly unimpressive after 5 years. We talked about what we would all be like when we celebrated 10, 20, 30 years . That seemed like light-years away, yet here we were... 30 years in a blink of an eye.
Subsequently, I attended my 10th, 20th, 25th and now my 30 year reunion. Over time the stress of attending these reunions turned into excitement at seeing old familiar faces. After 30 years, those beautiful familiar faces were shining ever bright, with just a few more wrinkles, a few more grays, a few extra pounds around the mid-section. People were in so many different stages in their lives. Some of us were already grandparents. Some were dealing with their empty nest for the first time. Some of us late bloomers are part of the sandwich generation, taking care of elderly parents and young children. Some were dealing with divorce, some had already started new lives after discovering second chances.
High school is never an easy time to navigate the awkward teenage years. So much heartbreak, so much teenage angst, so much lack of confidence. But I have not minded getting older... in fact, I love the woman I have become despite my many warts. I often recall my years of insecurity as a teenager, and I am so glad for the mature woman I have become. I have a loving husband, amazing children, a successful career, great friends and family. I think many of my classmates realize the same thing about getting older. Now that we are mid way through our lives, and then some, we take stock in that we've lost 11 members in a class of 250. Life is too short. I, for one, am grateful for every day. The only person to impress now is me!
After several hours of rewinding 30 years, promises to "see each other soon" and keep in touch, I realize I felt good being with many of those people. We all made each other feel special. I was able to walk with confidence, with my head held high, and with the reassurance that I am working on creating the best me.
I had a great night managing my food. I made very healthy choices and had one glass of wine. Besides, who had time to eat when we're so busy catching up with one another?
It was a great night with great people. I look forward to our 40th!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Last Saturday night I went to a jewelry party at a friend's house. It was a nice girls night out, except for one thing. Somehow I got roped into doing a Zumba class for Tuesday night. One of my casual friends who I know mostly from the pick up line at school is the Zumba instructor, and she teaches a class sponsored by the Parks and Rec. A couple of my good friends there take this class and insisted that me and one other friend should try the class, blah blah, blah, rah, rah, rah!
I have been dreading going to this class since Saturday. I have been doing cardio videos through Sparkpeople, and have gotten up to 30 minutes every other day. I sweat in the privacy of my own home and no one can see my 2 left feet. And I do mean sweat! My one friend was texting or emailing daily about how she "can't wait" until I do this class. I was going to be facing major embarrassment and complete humiliation. I was going to hate it and I would never get through an hour.
And tonight was the night. Cynthia even picked me up. No getting out of this one because suddenly I had a flat tire. I dressed in my workout clothes, packed my towel and water and away we went. There was nothing intimidating about the scene... we were in the cafeteria of a middle school. I looked around and not a single mirror anywhere. Hmmm, maybe this will be ok. People started trickling in. All shapes and sizes and a variety of ages. Gee, could it be that I can actually do this? Lots of friendly greetings and words of welcome followed. Just go at your own pace, no need to kill yourself... just HAVE FUN! And boy did I HAVE FUN!!!
Not only did I get through an hour, I got through an hour and 20 minutes of Zumba!! I had a blast exercising at a DANCE PARTY!! I am so proud of myself. And I actually did not have 2 left feet! :-) I got me some rhythm left in these old bones. Yay for me!!! I can't wait until the next class!
I am very grateful to my friends for pushing me into this. It was a blast and a major breakthrough for me. I came home, had dinner and for the first time in a long time my after dinner sugars were well within the normal range! Burned the sugar right off tonight!
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