Monday, March 28, 2011
Well, my dh and I shopped for some hiking boots for me after I read a great recent blog about the 10 things to take on a spring hike. We found a great pair on sail at R.E.I. on Saturday and thought we'd try them out later that day. But, as often happens, we got distracted and never found our way to a trailhead. However, along came more snow that night so of course we sought out a new-to-us trail near our home on Sunday afternoon. However, instead of looking just a bit beyond where we hopped on the trail, we immediately headed up the hill in the mud. The higher we got the deeper the mud - sticky, suction making every step harder even as the huge buildup of mud made my one day old very light weight Patagonias feel like I was slogging through cement. Soon a couple with their dog met us coming down the trail. The woman called out to be careful because the dog might try to jump on me. Well, that's exactly what happened. I was covered with his mud from chest to shins...yuck. I laughed it off when I caught my balance, so glad not to have ended up down the mountain or on my butt on the trail in that mess. Next we caught up to where the snow had not yet melted from the trail. My dh ventured a bit ahead because a fit downward trekker had recently assured us that we would soon come to a clearing and we could cut back to the neighborhoods above. He found no such clearing and I was becoming fearful of sliding off the mountain if I went much higher. So, I caught my breath, turned around and caught a surprise sight. Way below was a paved trail! It was flatter and going in a similar direction, but that will be an adventure for another day. Too bad we didn't know about that before we started up the mud path. As we started down the steep trail I learned, or maybe it was relearning, I don't remember, a few hiking basics. I was coached to dig in my heels when my feet were pointed down the slopes and be more fully on my edge when I side stepped. Still there were many places where I shudder to think what would have happened if my dh hadn't taken my hand. I slid much too much for my taste and yet, it was somehow an amazingly fun adventure. I can't remember when last I worked so hard or laughed so much. My pedometer was a bit disappointing. It felt like we had done a marathon, but it looks like it was more like two miles...LOL! When we made it back to the trailhead we did wander over to the paved trail to see what was beyond the gate and look at the trail map. We also found some good puddles and snowbanks to work off some of the snow. A wayward stick helped the cause so we didn't track all that mud back home. Wow, my beautiful new boots look like they've been around more than two days and one outing! Still, it was a great start to the week. Today, I satisfied myself with some elliptical time. My comfy new footwear are stowed for another adventure. I know it won't be long. Spring is here and the trails and trekking poles are calling our names!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
This has been a lousy week. Or, at least that's what I thought until I actually recalled the good things and stopped stewing about the bad. Those bad did include stuff I'd rather not fess up to, like eating several servings of candies, caramel popcorn, some ice cream, and some real cream in my coffee a couple of days .... My exercise routine never kicked into gear as it should have. When I shopped for a hat for my 15 month old granddaughter I couldn't make up my mind and ended up buying eight! I gained back the few hard lost pounds from a couple weeks ago...ouch!
However, I also had some very positive moments. I took a long walk around town when I missed my train. I wasn't really going all that far anyway so when I realized it was either hoofing it or waiting for 20 minutes I decided the walk was a better choice. Unfortunately, my body didn't really agree and I could hardly move the next day. - still it was oh-so-much worth it! I got in some odd minutes of stretching and balance work standing first on one foot for as long as I could and then on the other. The blessing from doing more of this recently really hit me this morning when I caught my foot on a brass door stop as I was about to enter a building and though I stumbled forward several steps and was pretty sure I would end up on the pavement, I actually regained my balance. I can't remember when the last time was that I was able to do that (MS has been very challenging that way). I was so excited not to have fallen that I think I had a smile on my face for the whole next hour ...maybe longer!
Even though I bought far more hats than any baby needs, I know how much Ziva loves playing dress up already, especially with my and my dh's hats. I know she will love a basketful of hats that are not so much bigger. Can't wait to watch her play!
Yeah, I did gain some pounds, but I know that I also have lost some and will lose some again. In fact, if I can just find those bootstraps, I think I'll pull them up really hard and see if I can work off some extra calories this weekend. Maybe another little hike will fit in nicely. I've been looking for some lightweight hiking boots now that I can walk a little farther. Maybe I should look for a pair with some really sturdy straps so I can pull on them whenever I find myself stewing over poor choices!
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wow, I was so excited that I could earn up to 50 points each day for taking five quizzes. However, after taking five today I realized that now each quiz is only worth 5 points and we can only earn 5 point total per day. Oh, well, it was fun taking the tests. I learned some things. But, I sure do miss those extra 45 points that were there for awhile!
Monday, March 21, 2011
I finally framed and hung family photos in one of our halls. When I look at the photos of myself I see that I left out the ones in which I was really round. Instead, I hung ones where I was partially hidden behind objects or other people or when I was much slimmer than now. But, since I wanted a couple of my babyish photos up, there was no getting around showing how very round that little face of mine was. My DH is a doll. He says our daughter's baby pictures and one of our granddaughters look very much like I did. I have to agree that we do look quite a bit alike. Now, I don't know what that little granddaughter will look like when she's grown...she's only 15 months old now. But, I do know what our daughter looks like and she is beautiful. She struggles to keep weight on ...a problem I can't even relate to at this point in life. Our son-in-law told me years go that she looks just like me. I can't say that I can see such a strong resemblance, but apparently others do. So, now when I look at my chubby photos or my slimmer self along the way, I remember the compliments I've also heard along the way. They echo through that self talk that can be so destructive. This week I intend to recall those kind words each time I begin to think in negative terms about myself. >>>>>> After all, I am a beloved daughter of our Most High God and I know that He doesn't make junk! Praise God and please pass those carrot sticks. Have a great week all of you wonderful SP friends!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
"Fatso", "Chubby", "Fatty", "Waddles" -- Those were the most common names that the mean kids called me when I was a little girl. Even my parents called me chubby as they continually loaded my plate with very unhealthy fare and told me to clean my plate and eat dessert every single day. It wasn't until junior high that I stubbornly refused some of what was put in front of me. I finally slimmed down and during high school and college I was not nearly the fat person I was as a child. Still, those names haunted me and it didn't really matter what the scale or the clothes said I saw fat when I looked in the mirror. The weight went up and down for a lifetime. I continue to struggle. But, now I'm trying to remember how it felt at my slimmest rather than at my fattest. Even when the doctor told me I was underweight I saw fat in the mirror. It has been a difficult journey, but I know I can be slim again. This particular time I'm bouncing around between a couple of measures and am eager to see another dive. But, this winter has brought me continual illness. The illness brought me to comfort foods. My DH brings home things I shouldn't eat, but I can't resist right now. So, I'm struggling a bit, but know that soon all will be back on track. I know I must remember what it feels like to be successful rather that continually hear the echos of those cruel names. I know I can do it better this time.
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