Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Last week at this time I was scratching my head. I'd stayed within calorie limits, exercised, meditated and got enough sleep. I stepped on the scale and the proverbial tale of the tape showed showed a 2.8 pound gain. If you want the gory details you can read the blog.
The good news is I didn't panic. I didn't triple my cardio and subsist on bread and water whilst beating myself about the head and shoulders for being so fat!!! I stayed the course. I believed that if I did the things I should do to remain healthy, the weight would come off.
Still, lol, it bothered me until one of my dearest guardian angels whispered something to my heart. Recently, our insurance has required we fill our prescription via mail. We get a six month supply. One of my hypertension prescriptions was late getting here so I went four days without it. I realized this when it arrived and well to go further is TMI, lol.
"Ahhh," I thought. "Water retention."
I approached the scale this morning with a bit of fear. I hadn't really changed anything so I was a bit anxious. I'll cut to the chase, I had a 4 pound loss this week.
Patience is indeed a virtue.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
I received a Spark mail late yesterday. The author said that they really enjoyed my blog about how I spent part of my day they werenít quite sure what it had to do with weight loss, health or fitness. They took great pains to tell me how well I wrote, how entertaining I am, so I knew their request was a sincere one. So, if one person was wondering maybe more were wondering. Joan often tells me that I live in a world where information is disseminated by osmosis, mostly from my brain to the rest of the world. Truth be told, I am stumped and puzzled when I have to explain things, I mean, donít you know!!! LOL
SoÖÖÖÖ Here is my explanation.
All of my detailed activity was simply that, activity. It meant I wasnít sitting in front of my IPad or TV molting and morphing into an even larger pile of fat. I was engaging all those internal systems that revved up my metabolism. I was active which meant eating didnít come from boredom or emotion. I was too busy sniffing metaphorical garbage cans.
Activity doesnít find us, we find it.
Sorry this is brief. The dog is asking to be walked.
Thank you Spark letter writer for pointing that out to me.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Once a month, on a Saturday, Joan goes shopping with our daughters. They leave early and return late. That leaves me to my own devices. Iím kind of like the dog that walked out the back gate thatís left unlatched. I wander up and down the alley of my life, meandering, reflecting, and generally enjoying the fact I donít have to be anywhere or do anything in particular. Thereís an implied sunshine during his day and I warm myself with it.
My first stop was breakfast. I always order two eggs, over easy, fresh pineapple, wheat toast and an unsweetened iced tea. I usually bring my IPad so Iím able to catch up on blogs and newspapers and the like. When my breakfast arrived one egg was over easy and one was hard. It didnít really upset me, it just sort of perplexed me. How could they get an order half right? Two possibilities crossed my mind. Like that pair of socks youíre wearing that donít match thereís another pair at home in the drawer. Someone who ordered two hard eggs was processing the same conundrum. The second possibility was a crazed chef who was taking great delight in knowing that this would bother me the rest of today.
I went on to Samís Club to pick up some fabric softener. The lady watching the You Scan line approaches me and asks if Iíd mind her ďgetting into my personal space.Ē Initially I thought maybe my zipper was not zipped and I was equally glad that Joan wasnít with me because, well it just wouldnít have been very pretty. I was intrigued so I assented. The lady looked at me and said ďYour shoe lace is untied!Ē Apparently thatís very personal and apparently people get really irked if you inform them they are about to fall and potentially break their necks. I guess theyíd rather die with dignity than be informed they canít keep their shoes tied. The lady looked really relieved when I gave her a very sincere ďthank you.Ē
I sauntered next door to Home Depot to pick up a flexible dryer vent since ours had a rather large hole in it. I was trying to separate two carts when a young mother, tussling with three kids said to me, ďHereís a cart and look it has a child in it. Itís all yours.Ē The kid didnít think it was funny but most eight year olds donít think much is funny. I know this because when I get really crabby Joan tells me to quit acting like an eight year old.
My final stop of the morning was my gym. I was looking forward to a leisurely swim. Like every Saturday morning, Mr. Miller was in the pool and looking for someone to talk to. Mr. Miller is 92 and his mind is as sharp as a tack. He likes to talk sports, mostly from the 20ís 30ís and 40ís and I can hold my own with him because that was my dadís generation and he used to share a lot of those things with my brother and I. Mr. Millers eyes light up when he gets an audience and for me I was able to exercise while chatting and it helped make the time go quicker.
Thatís been my day so far. What about yours?
Thursday, January 17, 2013
I love to share stuff, especially the stuff that has deep meaning and blows me away. I was traveling today and I had an opportunity to catch up some of my favorite pod casts while driving through Southern Indiana. One story has captured my attention for the remainder of the day. When I returned home I Googled the story and I share it below. It told me that everything I need is no father away then my soul.
An Excerpt from The Diamond in Your Pocket:
"There is a story my teacher liked to tell about a consummate diamond thief who sought to steal only the most exquisite of gems. This thief would hang around the diamond district to see who was purchasing a gem, so that later he could pick their pocket.
"One day he saw a well-known diamond merchant purchase the jewel he had been waiting for all his life. It was the most beautiful, the most pristine, the purest of diamonds. He was very excited, and so he followed the diamond merchant as he boarded the train, getting into the same compartment. He spent an entire three-day journey trying to pick the merchant's pocket and obtain the diamond. When the end of the journey came and he hadn't found the gem, he was very frustrated. He was an accomplished thief, and although he had employed all his skills, he still was not able to steal this rare and precious jewel.
"When the diamond merchant got off the train, the pickpocket followed him once again. Finally, he just couldn't stand it any more, and he walked up to the merchant and said, 'Sir, I am a renowned diamond thief. I saw you purchase that beautiful diamond, so I followed you onto the train. Though I used all the skills of my art, which have been perfected over many years, I was not able to find the gem. I must know your secret. Tell me, please, how did you hide it from me?'
"The diamond merchant replied, 'Well, I saw you watching me in the diamond district, and I suspected you were a pickpocket. So I hid the diamond where I thought you would be least likely to look for it ó in your own pocket!' He then reached into the thief's pocket and pulled out the diamond."
Now for the humor. (I know you;ve been waiting!!!)
My personal trainer is a wonderful young lady who has helped me more than I could capture in words. However, she is VERY social person which means while I'm sweating and groaning shes relaying stories about her BF or her dog or her dad or what she did with my daughters. So........... before each exercise I'll ask her how many repetitions. That way she can talk, and I can count.
This morning she asked me to do some simple squats. I asked how many. She smiled and said "Until I am ( meaning her) tired." Then she laughed.
Thanks for letting me share part of my day with you and in return yours with me.
Namaste dear ones
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
It might seem insignificant but I had tears in my eyes. I was able to walk one half mile (Not quite sure what that is in meters to me friends on the metric system.) this morning without any pain. Oh, I was a bit stiff and sore afterwards but I wasn't in pain. My legs and muscles felt loose and well, really good. I could have walked a bit farther but to be honest I am still in that "Why tempt fate?" mode. I'd spent a half hour on the recumbent bike and decided to give it a go. Half way through I realized I was walking fairly normal and I started to cry. (Yeah I know Emo-Boy.) Part of my motivation came from the song I was listening to. I went to YouTube when I got home and I want to share the link with you. The song is called The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes and its very motivational. Here is the link:
Ok, cool. So I get back to my locker, sitting on the bench and feeling those blessed beads of sweat on my forehead when a young college age man sits down next to me and gives me one of those "Hey dude how are you today?" accompanied by a sincere grin. "I am well," I responded. "That makes two of us," he said "We have the rest of the day to convince the rest of the world."
"Lets split em' in half . I'll take the cute girls." He said.
"Yeah you better," I responded. "At my age they call you a creeper when you do that."
He laughed and walked away.
ďIf you want to take your mission in life to the next level, if youíre stuck and you donít know how to rise, donít look outside yourself. Look inside. Donít let your fears keep you mired in the crowd. Abolish your fears and raise your commitment level to the point of no return, and I guarantee you that the Champion Within will burst forth to propel you toward victory.Ē
It's hung on the door inside my locker for four years. It's a quote from Bruce Jenner. Some days it was hard to believe but no matter how hurt I was, I never took it down.
"Give em hell, turn their heads, gonna live life till we're dead."
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