Saturday, January 14, 2012
This week our 5% Winter Challenge team has asked us to write a daily blog for team points. Here are some of the suggested questions to respond to for today.
Why did you become a Spirited Underdog? This one is easy to answer: I was invited by a friend. I participated in the 5% Fall Challenge and lost 5% of my weight, but had decided not to do another one right now. A friend encouraged me to do it again and here I am!!
What is your secret of success? I have no secrets!! My plan is simple (described on my SPage) and includes exercise (for me, that's the dreaded E word). If I follow my plan and keep a routine most days, I almost always lose at least a little each week.
What are your trigger foods? Hahaha...almost anything can end up being trigger foods for me, but I am especially sensitive to salty/crunchy foods like crackers and chips, and then there are the sweets like ice cream, cookies and bars. I deal with it by not having them around if at all possible. I hope to be able to manage it at some point, but apparently that point is not now. If they're anywhere in the vicinity, I eat them! I've also noticed that TV food ads seem to get me thinking about pizza, burgers, etc. (Guess that's what "they" are hoping for, right?)
Tell us 5 things about yourself that have nothing to do with food or exercise. This is always a hard thing for me, as I think there's nothing new to tell.
1. This one sort of has to do with food...I was named the Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow for my high school when I was a senior. Maybe that's where my trouble started! LOL!
2. I love to read, especially mysteries.
3. I have been white water rafting and camping with a group of older women on 2 occasions. What fun we had! I was about 10 years younger than I am now, but I think I'm in better shape than I was then!!
4. I don't like to fly as my ears hurt so bad. It has to do with the air pressure and the only thing that has helped even a little bit are ear plugs called “Ear Planes.” Consequently, I avoid flying at all costs.
5. I volunteer as a docent at a local museum at least once a week when we're home. I take a little break in the winter when we're snowbirds and enjoying warmer weather in Arizona.
The Spirited Underdogs team is full of energy and enthusiasm. Go DAWGS!!
Monday, December 26, 2011
How many of you remember that old song by Nancy Sinatra? It was pretty popular some time around the winter of '65, but I think it really was "These Boots are Made for Walkin." I've been thinking a lot about shoes lately. My Mom has a lot of trouble with her feet, mostly because of poor fitting (or no) shoes as a child in the depression years. So, I've occasionally gotten her some new SAS walking shoes as a gift. They are expensive, and with Christmas coming up, I had to decide if that was something I wanted to do again this year. Of course, I didn't have her size and I wasn't totally sure which style she would want, but I printed off an ad for the SAS walking shoe that I know she has had good luck with in the past and gave that to her, along with information about sizes and colors. She picked the color and size and now they'll be sent to her this week. It is so difficult to find something to give her, and as she says, “I'm almost 90! If you can't give me something to eat or wear, I don't want it!” LOL!! Shoes are coming her way!
I also have needed new walking shoes. Normally my daughter gives me her old ones, as it seems to me she buys a new pair every other week (that MIGHT be an exaggeration). She brought one pair with her when she was here for a visit in October, but they just didn't fit right. Wonder why...do you think because they were someone's shoes that were fit for them and conformed to their foot?? Anyway, I bit the bullet and went to a real shoe store the other day—where there is someone to wait on you and measure your foot and even slip it on and tie it for you? WooHoo!! Awesome to be waited on.
I bought a pair of New Balance something-or-others and paid a lot of money, but hey...I'm worth it. Besides I owed myself a reward and they're comfortable and I've been wearing them around the house and on the treadmill all week. I may even wear them outside soon! I'm pretty excited about having new shoes of my very own and I'm sure they'll make me love Exercise, which as you may know has been an on-going problem.
By the way, does anyone remember those x-ray machines at the shoe stores back in the 50s? A few of you might be old enough. I thought they were great fun at the time, but I suppose someone decided all that radiation might not be good for us.
We talk a lot about the journey we're on here at SP, and while I am still on the subject of shoes, I have to share this with you. On the SAS website, you'll find this statement, and it is so very true: "Life is a journey. Wear comfortable shoes!!!" So, if you don't have comfortable shoes that fit, it might be a really long journey! Happy walking and Happy New Year!!
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Having shed 48# since last May, I'm at a point where my clothes are mostly all too big. I've taken some slacks in, but now they only have a pocket opening big enough for my thumb to fit. I've discarded and sent clothes to Goodwill and the shelter for battered women. I've dug through the closet and come up with some odd looking things I'd forgotten I had. It's pretty bare-bones now, although there are still a few things in sizes I must have bought in the last millennium! They're still too small to wear.
So...having quite a few additional pounds to shed yet, I'm not interested in buying a lot of stuff that will soon not fit anyway if all goes according to plan. I decided to try go to one of the stores I know has great clearance sales, especially on the out of season stuff. I haven't had a chance to get to Goodwill yet, but will check it out next week.
Hahahaha...what a joke! Found 7 things to try on in various sizes since I have no idea what size I actually wear now. Also, I have this “little” problem known as a big (aka fat) tummy/middle. I carry a lot of my weight there and feel most comfortable in pants/slacks/capris with elastic waistbands. I did manage to get everything on—everything from a size 16W to a 20WP and a 1X to a 2X top. That was the good news.
The not so-good-news is that nothing...and I mean NOTHING...fit! It all was too tight, too loose, too short, too long or just plain ugly! Disappointing to say the least, but mostly I don't care. I'm really comfortable in my sweats these cold fall days, and maybe Goodwill will have something I can use. By the time Spring rolls around I may be a normal size. I can't wait to figure out what size underpants to buy!! Hehehe...that'll be tricky business!!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Yesterday I celebrated my 68th birthday (for you doing the math, that means I was born in 1943)! For some reason, each year my Mom calls me to tell me my birthday story, which typically has amounted to a weather report for the day I was born. She's always told me there was a blizzard and the doctor wanted her to come to the hospital a little early so she wouldn't get stuck in the snow. I have to set the scene for you, though. In 1943 WWII was raging all over the world. Dad was in the Army Air Corps and stationed in France at the time. Mom was living with Dad's parents and the household included both grandparents, one of my cousins, two of Dad's younger sisters and Grandma's deaf bachelor brother besides my mother. Quite a house full of people, but everybody did what they had to in order to make ends meet.
This year I happened to be with Mom on my actual birthday. We had an interesting conversation, which follows:
Mom: Guess I'd better tell you your birthday story.
Me: Yes, it wouldn't be the same without it!
Mom: You know we had a blizzard that day.
Me: Yep, that's what you've told me.
Mom: I rode to the hospital in a red Buick!
Me: Red Buick? I never heard that part before. Who had a red Buick? (I was a little nervous now, as I've heard my birthday story scores of times and never ever heard anything about a Buick!)
Mom: Dr. Moulton.
Me: Why would Dr. Moulton give you a ride to the hospital?
Mom: Well, I was going to have you at home, but he came by and said he thought we were going to get a big snow storm and I should go to the hospital.
Me: He just stopped by?
Mom: No, Grandma had the neighbor call him because she said I was going into labor. (Grandma had 9 babies, so I guess she'd know.)
Me: So, you just went to the hospital with him?
Mom: Well, not right away. I told him I didn't want to go, but he said the government is paying for it anyway, so you might as well. So, I did.
Me: Well, kind of convenient for him, wouldn't you say, since he owned the hospital?
Mom: Yeah. He took me and dropped me off because he had to go check on some baby pigs at his farm.
Me: But he made it back?
Mom: Oh, yes. With time to spare even if we did get a blizzard that night. I had to stay in the hospital for 10 days. Dr. Moulton made me stay an extra day.
Me: Was something wrong?
Mom: Well, he looked at my fingernails and said they looked funny so I should stay another day.
Me: Fingernails? What was funny about them?
Mom: I don't have a clue. All I know is that when I got home Grandma said at least I didn't have to lay around in bed anymore!!
Me: How did you get home, Mom? In the red Buick?
Mom: Oh no, a neighbor came with his truck and picked us up. Grandpa's car wasn't working that winter. The neighbor took one look at you and said you were the biggest baby he'd ever seen!
For crying out loud...some things never change!!!
**A few people have asked me how big I was--9# is what I was told. Guess that was kinda big for a first baby, but all the same...the biggest baby he'd ever seen? How rude was that! LOL!
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Last week I wrote a blog about brushing my teeth with my left (non-dominant) hand and how difficult it was. I wanted to report that I am making progress. I think I've done it for 5 days now, and while I'm getting marginally better at it, I still have to go over the teeth using my right hand when I think I'm done. So, while I seem to be learning how to use my left hand for brushing my teeth, I haven't noticed any changes in improving my will power, which after all was the reason I started the whole process. Maybe it's too soon to tell—I think I'll keep trying for a while. If you wonder what I'm talking about, check out my last blog!! LOL! I can tell you that it IS giving me a new appreciation for all those folks who have had to learn to do things with the opposite hand (stroke and accident victims, e.g.).
We live about ¼ mile from a major highway that we can see from our front windows. It is called the Avenue of the Saints because it was built to connect St. Paul, MN to St. Louis, MO, and because of that, the original highway, which runs right in front of our house, became a rural state road with little traffic. That's why I can walk on a paved road with a great degree of safety. But, I digress...every year about now we can easily see the traffic on the busy highway because the crops have been harvested and there's nothing obstructing our view.
The semi-annual migration of snowbirds is visible on the highway! RVs of all descriptions are migrating south—motorhomes towing their toads (that's what they're called, honest), usually with a ladder and bicycle strapped on, pickups towing the 5th wheels with bicycles and lawn chairs on the back, and various and sundry vehicles towing travel trailers. They're all looking for somewhere warm to spend the winter months, and many traveling in this area are heading to south Texas. Once they get to Texas they're called Winter Texans and they spend their time going to flea markets, pot lucks, music jams and dances, volunteering, and visiting and shopping in what may be the last safe place in Mexico (Nuevo Progresso). They have to come back home in the Spring to rest up, which usually begins happening about mid-March. I know all this because we used to be Winter Texans, but last year ventured a little further (? farther) afield to Arizona. We'll go to Arizona in January for a couple months again this year, but we no longer have an RV so have to rent a place to stay.
Lastly, we had our grandsons for a visit this weekend. Isaac (8) and Ian (5) are typical rambunctious boys who still like to come see us for a few days. There is one regional restaurant chain they like to visit called the Pizza Ranch, which serves pizza, broasted chicken, salad, etc. Saturday evening we took them for dinner and they both ate a good meal, including milk and salad. Isaac was trying to eat a couple more bites of pizza when he said, “I'm so full my stomach hurts.” Before I could say anything, Ian said to him, “Well, Isaac, if you're full, stop eating!” For heaven sakes...how come no one ever said that to me? I can't believe a 5 year old would get it and I still can't seem to get it through my head!
I think that's enough of today's mindless wanderings. At least it isn't mindless eating at the moment! Wishing you all a wonderful week and many successful days ahead!
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