Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I was driving down the road one day, doing battle with my fears when this quote popped into my head. I used this picture during a recent seminar. Thought I'd share it with you.
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 weren’t 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, don’t you know!!! LOL
So………… Here is my explanation.
All of my detailed activity was simply that, activity. It meant I wasn’t 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 didn’t come from boredom or emotion. I was too busy sniffing metaphorical garbage cans.
Activity doesn’t 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. I’m kind of like the dog that walked out the back gate that’s left unlatched. I wander up and down the alley of my life, meandering, reflecting, and generally enjoying the fact I don’t have to be anywhere or do anything in particular. There’s 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 I’m 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 didn’t 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 you’re wearing that don’t match there’s 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 Sam’s Club to pick up some fabric softener. The lady watching the You Scan line approaches me and asks if I’d mind her “getting into my personal space.” Initially I thought maybe my zipper was not zipped and I was equally glad that Joan wasn’t with me because, well it just wouldn’t have been very pretty. I was intrigued so I assented. The lady looked at me and said “Your shoe lace is untied!” Apparently that’s very personal and apparently people get really irked if you inform them they are about to fall and potentially break their necks. I guess they’d rather die with dignity than be informed they can’t keep their shoes tied. The lady looked really relieved when I gave her a very sincere “thank you.”
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, “Here’s a cart and look it has a child in it. It’s all yours.” The kid didn’t think it was funny but most eight year olds don’t 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 20’s 30’s and 40’s and I can hold my own with him because that was my dad’s 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.
That’s been my day so far. What about yours?
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