Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Is it worth the knee pain?
Is it worth measuring portions, counting calories?
Is it worth re-evaluating "the plan" when it's not working?
Is it worth being hungry?
Is it worth NOT going out on Friday night because you've already maxed out your calories?
Is it worth NOT having seconds at Thanksgiving dinner?
Is it worth it having carrot sticks when you want pizza?
Is it worth logging the food and exercise?
Is it worth it drinking all this water?
Is it worth sweating and being all gross?
Is it worth stepping on the scale when it's not moving fast enough?
Is it worth buying new sneakers?
Here's the problem... it's the wrong question!
The question should be:
Am I worth it?
And the answer is a resounding "HELL YES, You are worth it!!!"
Now, quit asking about it and do it!
play with kids,
play like kids,
take a class,
eat veggies and fruit,
park at the far end of the parking lot,
read a post/article/recipe,
help a friend,
ask a friend for help,
ask a stranger for help,
take your vitamins,
inspire and be inspired,
eat real food,
take the stairs,
and most of all, when you fall down, get back up again.
Because more than anything, YOU ARE WORTH IT!!
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
...take a moment to know what you are seeing.
I had to take a step back last weekend. And had a realization. Sometimes we, as human beings, choose to believe what we *think* we see versus what is actually happening. Here is the situation.
I was driving to a friends house. I was in the right turn lane at a stop sign. All of a sudden, the passenger door of the vehicle in the left turn lane opened. The person leaned out and began getting sick... repeatedly. Gross, I know, but it happened.
My first thought/rush to judgement was "Hah, that's what you get for drinking to much!!" And then I had a flashback.
February 2004 I had a hysterectomy. Without going into too much detail (I'll be glad to talk about privately if you are interested), for months before, I was extremely anemic. Some of the symptoms of Anemia include: Easy fatigue and loss of energy, Unusually rapid heart beat, Shortness of breath and headache, Difficulty concentrating, Dizziness, Pale skin, Leg cramps, Insomnia
December of 2003, prior to surgery, despite feeling week and tired, I went out with friends to a local pub. About halfway through my first cocktail, I went to the restroom. I began feeling unwell. I returned to the table to tell my friends that I needed to leave. I then passed out. In the middle of the bar. Loudly. Without grace. To the floor. Knocked over a couple of glasses. Made a HUGE spectacle. And the people in the bar clapped.
Yes, they clapped. And cheered. And hooted and hollered. Here they were rushing to judge me. Thinking I was some idiot who had had one too many. While I was so close to being hospitalized.
I've never been the one who understood the clapping in the high school when some poor kid was tripped and dropped his tray. I've never been the one who joined in and laughed when someone falls on the dance floor. I'm not the one to point and stare and laugh. But here I was, sitting in my car. Waiting for traffic to clear so I could drive on. Rushing to judge the person hanging out of the car getting sick.
Could be he was hungover. Could be he just received upsetting news. Could be he had food poisoning. Could be he was coming home from the hospital after having chemotherapy.
The fact is, I did not know why he was doing what he was doing.
I was rushing to judge a man I did not know, in a situation where I did not know any of the facts.
Think about some of the times when you have rushed to judge someone. Think about what you may or may not have known about their life, their situation, their circumstances.
Think about situations in your life when you have been judged, but people who did not know your life, your situation, your circumstances.
Before you or I rush to judge anyone, we need think about what we are doing. Take a moment to reflect on how what we do or say or act upon may affect another human being.
Be your best!!
Gretchen ~ golfchick2-0
Friday, November 18, 2011
Don't compare yourself to others. Happy people judge themselves by their own yardsticks, never against what others do or have. Keep up with yourself - not the Joneses.
Does the other person have a bigger house, better car, loses weight faster/easier, better hair, nicer clothes... I have one word... WHATEVER!!! On the flip side, do you have a better house, nicer job, college education when they don't... WHATEVER to that one, too!
I can only do what my body allows me to do. Comparing myself to the 20 year old who has never been obese, doesn't make sense. Neither does comparing myself to the 60 year old who has had a new knee put in. Or the person my age who has 100 lbs or more to lose.
Each person has their own strengths and weaknesses. By focusing on MINE and only mine, I am able to work out at the level that works for me. I am able to find a job that I can do, and do proficiently. I am able to enjoy my life where I am, right now.
Here's a nice blog on zenhabits about the benefits of NOT comparing yourself to others.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Exercise Regularly. Physical activity produces "feel good chemicals" (endorphins) in the brain which promote satisfaction and well-being. Aim for at least 30 minutes of exercise most days of the week.
Amen... nuff said!! But I'll say more anyway.
Lately, I've been on a bit of an exercise push. I tend to go to the gym 3- 4 times a week for 2+ hours a session. Group Power followed by Zumba. KickBoxing followed by Yoga. Boot Camp followed by whatever. And if there isn't a class, I work out on my own, weights, abs, dreadmill, whatever it takes.
I FEEL GOOD. I have more energy. My workouts are starting to produce results, quickly. Right now I'm not losing weight as much as I'm gaining muscle and I'm good with that. I've started to notice a change in the shape of my body and muscles starting to appear where thay've been hiding for years, if not my whole life.
Quick story, a couple of days ago I took an hour long Group Power class at the gym, followed by 45 minute boot camp style work out. One of the two trainers is a young, buff guy. He pulled me aside and asked why I'm always smiling in class. I just looked at him, smiled bigger and said "I'm getting healthy."
Everyone else seems to be groaning and whining and just not doing the exercises. I'm twice the age and more out of shape than most of the people in the class. He says "run the stairs" I shout YOO HOO!! and I'm the first one up.
I'm smiling, because I can. A month ago. I had to stop to catch my breath after running the stairs 3 times. Last night, 7 times, up and down again, and I was running people over. Trust me, I was breathless, but I did it! Several of the exercises that we do, I have to modify for my bad shoulder and knees, but I find a way to make it still challenging, not just easier.
I noticed that some of the instructors are asking me to help out new people in class. I wear that as a badge of honor. I'm NOT the fittest person in there, but I may be the most motivated.
I get out of that session what I put in. The groaners get what they put in, too.
Here's a link to an article from the Mayo Clinic on the benefits of regular exercise.
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