Monday, July 29, 2013
I apologize to all my friends for being missing in action this last week. I'm really sorry for any worry I caused.
I needed to take some time off to deal with something that needed all my attention. I got so bogged down that everything else simply got sidelined. All my wonderful Streaks just came to a screeching halt. I haven't even been tracking my food (and I'd been doing so well!!!), and exercise has been almost non-existent. No Consistency Award for July for me! And, I realize I'm going to have to start over. Amazing how quickly things can fall apart. I do know, though, that I can, and will, start over.
The way things are going, I probably won't be online much this week either, at least not every day. However, I should be able to check in now and then to say hello and see how everyone is doing. Another week, and I should be back to my old self, setting new goals and starting new streaks.
Please don't worry about me. I'm okay. I've missed everyone, and I hope you're all doing well.
Hugs to all of you.
Friday, July 12, 2013
Okay, so I had a bad day.
I don’t often say that, even if it happens to be true. Most days I keep smiling, giving myself positive self-talk, and reminding myself that I am being successful. Today I had trouble doing that. I can’t seem to dredge up the energy to be good to myself, at least not mentally. I feel drained and depressed, and am trying to ignore a hovering dark cloud that is whispering “oh, come on, you know it’s all hopeless” in my ear.
I didn’t feel like cooking today, but I did it anyway. I didn’t feel like Sparking today, but I did it anyway. I didn’t feel like sticking to my calorie range and doing my exercise, but I did it anyway. I didn’t feel like working on the new project I’ve been so excited about, but I did it anyway. So, you may ask: What’s the problem, then? The problem is that I didn’t do any of those things with my usual enthusiasm; hence, none of them gave me any joy or satisfaction.
I found myself remembering this quote from F. Scott Fitzgerald -- "The test of a first rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function."
It seems I’m doing just that, although I’m not feeling particularly intelligent. I’m feeling decidedly dull witted.
Past experience and common sense tell me that positive thinking works; that smiling through adversity makes the process easier. For heaven’s sake, my last blog was about the power of a smile, and I meant it! I used to be a sales manager, and was regularly tasked with giving speeches on positive thinking; "esprit de corps" speeches, as my boss called them. But, right at this moment, although I believe in positive thinking, I don’t truly “feel” it. I feel like I’m faking it.
Every smile today felt forced and completely fake.
I know what triggered this, an encounter with my youngest daughter, who tends to concentrate on the negative. Normally I just listen, give her advice or a pep talk if it seems appropriate, hug her, and move on. But, this time I could feel the energy being drained right out of me. She has an anxiety condition, so I know she struggles. She isn’t doing this to me on purpose, yet I feel like something was definitely being done to me; like I was being infected with a virus. I’m not sure that makes a lot of sense, but it feels true to me.
I will keep moving forward, regardless of how I feel, because that’s just what I do. I hope, though, that this “thing” clears up quickly. I really hate the way I’m feeling. I don’t feel like me.
Meanwhile I’ll keep reminding myself that-- “No emotion is final. However you feel now is not how you will feel later. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that, or the day after that.” --Tracy Moore
Meanwhile, I find myself wishing I could just click on a happy button and all this would go away.
This, too, shall pass.
Thanks for listening.
Monday, July 01, 2013
“A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.” - Phyllis Diller
I first became aware of the power of a smile when I was about eight years old. I’d decided to go to a friend’s house because things were unhappy that day at my house where my parents were arguing. I must have looked rather woebegone, because, as I met an elderly man walking towards me from the other direction-- he smiled at me. It was such a warm smile that I couldn’t help but smile back. He didn’t say a word as we passed one another, he just smiled. That changed my whole day, and I suddenly felt good—happy again. For some reason that memory has always stayed with me; I’m sixty years old now and I still remember it clearly. Because of that man smiling at me I’ve always smiled at children-- especially those who look like they need a smile.
“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” ~Thích Nhất Hạnh
When I was in college I had a part-time job as a telephone solicitor setting appointments for photographic portraits. At my desk there was a mirror. We were instructed to use the mirror to smile at ourselves as we talked to people because the smile would make us happier, which would come through in our voices, making what we were saying more amenable to those on the other end of the line. That’s when I learned there was more than just a visual affect to smiling.
“The world always looks brighter from behind a smile.” ~Author Unknown
Years later I was in the hospital for two months after brain surgery. I got through surgical recovery and physical rehab by smiling. It made me feel better, encouraged the other patients, and made me a favorite with all the doctors, nurses and therapists who assisted in my recovery. There are notes in my medical records about what a good attitude I had. That attitude was based on the idea that I just needed to keep smiling, no matter how much pain I was experiencing, or how frightened I was, or how exhausted I got from hours and hours of physical therapy.
“When you’re smiling, when you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you.” –Lyrics by Rufus Wainwright
Smiles are infectious. It’s hard to resist a good smile. We encourage each other here on SparkPeople with virtual smiles. We read one another’s blogs and thank each other for sharing something funny that gave us a smile. Those smiles make us feel good and are often just what we needed at that moment to make our day go better. We brighten everyone’s day, including our own, when we share a smile.
“The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anybody know where it was borne? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born…..” --Rabindranath Tagore
We always celebrate our baby’s smiles. A baby’s smile is impossible to resist. In my family we have two new smilers who arrived earlier this year. They possess two of my favorite smiles.
My grandson Asher
My great-niece Reina
“Smile, its free therapy.” -Douglas Horton
Smiles are –
Easy to share.
Able to lower blood pressure.
Natural pain killers.
Good for relationships.
So much a part of being human.
“Smiling is my favorite exercise.” ~Author Unknown
Friday, June 28, 2013
It’s been awhile since I took a road trip. My last one was a couple of years ago when I went to New Mexico-- where I visited Santa Fe, Albuquerque and Roswell-- the UFO museum was fun and I‘m still drinking my coffee from the mug I got there. I love the open road-- the sense of freedom and limitless possibilities it represents. In the West the sky is so wide and open, and the clouds are works of art. I never get tired of watching the world pass by, and observing other travelers. I even get a kick out of checking out how different rest stops can be in other parts of the country. The first time I traveled from Southern California to Wyoming, many years ago, I was shocked, but fascinated, to come to a rest stop along a secondary two lane highway out in the middle of nowhere that consisted of an open wooden shelter holding a picnic table, a covered trash can and a water spigot. A little ways off was a portable outhouse. I had to stop just to experience the novelty of it.
This weekend I’m off for a short road trip with my sister; a special kind of road trip I couldn’t experience with anyone else I know.
It’s been years since we’ve taken a road trip together. Frankly, I can’t remember anything more recent than the late eighties when we piled all our kids into a minivan and trekked up the coast to spend a week at a rented cabin in Cambria, which is on the coast near Hurst Castle. With five kids in the car it was far from restful. We returned home exhausted.
Well, since then there were some day trips by train to places like Santa Barbara and San Juan Capistrano to sit at outdoor cafés gazing at the ocean while sipping wine and enjoying gourmet seafood without the kids driving us crazy. That was relaxing, but don’t count as road trips. Our first road trip was in a VW Bug when she was still in her teens and I was barely out of them. It started out at ten o’clock at night when we decided, along with a couple of friends, to see how far we’d have to drive to find an honest to goodness old-school roadside diner, the kind truckers frequent. Turns out we had to go all the way fro Los Angeles to Bakersfield. And, then we were disappointed because they didn’t have Buck Owens on the juke box and we could hear the truckers muttering bad words about hippies. For some reason I can’t remember, that inspired us to take the long way home through the Mojave Desert. Ah! The good old days when all-nighters and being crammed into a tiny car were no big deal.
This road trip is a short one, from Denver, Colorado to Western Nebraska where we both have lived. If we had more time we’d take a longer trip, but this is all we can manage at the moment. The reason for it is part nostalgia, part a need to get away from our grown, yet still incredibly demanding, kids-- and to just have time to hang out together and talk, talk, talk. No one else understands us like we understand one another, and we never run out of things to talk about. Plus, we are both committed to eating organic and healthy, so we won’t have food issues. Heck, we’re packing our meals in a cooler so we can avoid restaurants and feast on lots of freggies. Plus, we both understand the value of cold bottled water, truly good quality coffee, the need for frequent bathroom breaks, and have gotten over any tendencies to feel road rage we once may have harbored. Best of all, we both understand that it’s the trip that matters, not the destination.
I plan to have a wonderful weekend enjoying my sisterly road trip. I hope all of you also have a wonderful weekend with your loved ones. See you on Monday.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Makes ya wonder what's really going on those days when you can't believe the what the scale is saying!
Could it be . . .?
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