Friday, January 25, 2013
Tucked away behind a long stretch of highways sits Diane’s Bakery. Diane is a wonderful lady and a most excellent baker. I pass her bakery three mornings each week as I motor out of town. IF Diane knows you, she will take the fresh, almost warm shell of a jelly donut and inject it with the filling of your choice. She will frost it, wrap it a piece of paper and put it in a bag for you. The only real description I have of this creation is “corpulent.” There is no way to eat this donut while you are driving. You have to turn off onto a side street and eat it covertly and then spend the next half hour licking the frosting and filling off of your lips.
I wanted a Diane’s Donut yesterday morning really bad. I had my Cheerios and almond milk for breakfast. (Middle age has brought with it a degree of lactose intolerance.) I packed my back pack and headed to get gasoline. For whatever reason I kept thinking about Diane and her donuts and with each passing moment I was creating all sorts of justifications for pulling into her parking lot and indulging in her forbidden pleasures.
But I didn’t.
I kept driving. It didn’t stop me from wanting the D**n donut but I kept driving. When I made a commitment to mindful eating I am made a commitment to honoring myself. When I break that commitment I suggest I am not worthy of honor. It’s okay to want the donut, that’s a natural feeling. I have to decide if that donut is my best interest and the interest of those who love me.
Oh, I know what you’re going to say; “All things in moderation.”
The average life expectancy for an American, combined male and female, is 77.6 years according to a Harvard Medical School publication. With the alarming surge in childhood obesity, my granddaughter’s average age, as we speak today is 10 years less than mine. That’s scary, so maybe its example time. I beeped at Diane and waved. She won’t have to reduce her staff because I’ve spurned those amazing jelly donuts. Emotionally, I felt better than I have in a while.
I coulda eaten that donut………… But I didn’t. How about you?
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.
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