Friday, January 22, 2010
Nashville, Tennessee is one of my favorite cities. I travel there on business frequently, being that it is only a two hour drive from home. I havent been their since I began the Spark journey a little over a month ago. As I pulled into the city it dawned on me that I had always arranged my day so I could go home for lunch and eat in an appropriate manner. Now I was miles from home and there were fast food restaurants everywhere!!!! This was getting sorta scary
My stop that day included lunch with two clients who had also become dear friends. Their place of business had a restaurant in it that quite simply is to die for. (If you eat there often enough I believe you will die. Your arteries will close up!!!) They met me at the door and we went in to eat. They began to remind me of the fresh pasta bar. Today's special was fettucini with chicken, shrimp and lobster, in a basil sauce with garlic. My salivary glands started yelling "Hey, remember us???" They did have a hot bar. Yesterdays feature was fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. The old country song, "Someone help me I'm falling" started playing in my head.
But, ahhhhhhhhh ---- There was a menu. "Chicken, chicken, wheres the chicken?" I whispered to myself. No chicken. There was however a turkey club sandwich with cole slaw. It appeared that it would do the least amount of damage, annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, they served the mayo on the side. I ate half of it.
During the course of lunch one of the folks I was with leaned over and said "You really look good. What are you doing?" Her friends smiled and asked the same question. That's all it took. I launched into a journey through Sparkpeople.com and what it was, what it meant etc. They were writing all of this down.
One of them looked at me and said "What did you order for lunch?"
"Turkey club, with cole slaw"
"Change my order to that," she told the server. So did everyone else.
They promised to check out the web site and were very positive about the whole conversation. Other than being really proud I politely refused the peanut butter cheese cake for desert, here's my point:
Each of you who has been supportive of me, who has encouraged me and who has got on me when I needed it was there with me. That was our. I could not have done it without any of you. Each of you is important to me and I pray I do not forget that.
Once again, thank you. Have a memorable Friday.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I believe I have created every excuse possible as to why I am over weight. Write me and I'll send you all of them. I quit smoking five years ago and my body never adjusted. I travel for a living and am forced to unhealthy food. (I have pictures of the people that hold me down and force me to eat it!!!!) I am getting older and my metabolism is slowing down....... I can go on and on.
What I have had in the past five years is a lot of failure. I dont care how positive you think, how much you try to motivate yourself, failure compounded by excuses makes John an insecure individual. Yuck, what a mess.
All I had to do was look in the mirror and that would make me feel even worse. I am sure a lot of you have been there and know what I am talking about. You feel so gosh darned out of place that you want to hole up in a corner and cry.
Enough with the sadness John.
I read a book, actually listened to it on CD. It's called "Excuse Me, Your Life Is Waiting. In my listening/reading the author challenged us to an interesting exercise. Every day for thirty days write one really good, great, and wonderful thing about yourself. Take that one thing and throughout your day think about it.
Let me tell you its tough. Every morning I'd get stressed. What else is there about me that's good? I made it through and now part of my morning ritual is to read all thirty things, out loud, to myself. I put a little bit of background music to it. They are not all serious things. I have fun stuff about me also. I am a most excellent cook. I sing very well. I play a mean set of drums. By the end of the list I am inspiring me. Who is this really cool guy????
It increases my capacity to give to others but most importantly it increases my capacity to take. That's right, take. I have participated in things similar to spark.com in the past but not without the overwhelming support I receive from everyone I have gotten to know and will get to know. I cannot do this alone and neither can you. But if I dont feel good about me I am useless to you. and if I dont feel I am worth it all how in the name of all that is holy can I allow you to give to me?
One thing about you each day for thirty days. Very tough. At the end you start seeing all those wonderful things in other people.
Thank all of you for being who all of you are.
If you'd like my list to get an idea of what I am talking about let me know and I'll
Spark mail it to ya.
Have a good day. A good day is any day that you're alive.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
When the alarm went off I was already behind. Tat did not make for a cheerful mood. I tumbled around, showering, getting dressed, doing all the routine stuff thats part of everyones morning. Over in the corner, sitting quietly, was my gym bag. Like that commercial on TV I eard the little jingle; "I always feel like somebody's watching me...."
That part of my day had somehow slipped out of the equation. I'd like to tell you I raced to the corner and soothed my gym bags feelings. Actually Itried to kick the corner of the bed. Thank goodness I missed!!
"Just another something else!!!" I said
So I did what any rational person would do. I made a deal with my gym bag, even though in my mind I had a good excuse for not working out today. I decided I would keep it on the front seat of the car and I would work my measley forty minutes of cardio in there sometime today.
Yes, yes I should have a Plan B but somedays just figuring out Plan A takes all my energy.
Yes, yes I know i'll feel better once I do it and I'll reach a goal.
It's cold, its foggy and I'm a bit achy and my day is full. I'll do it, maybe not with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.
Like the commercial says "Just Do It"
I'll keep ya'll posted
Monday, January 18, 2010
I did not want to exercise this morning.
The more I thought about it the angrier I got." How come I just cant think myself into shape?" I muttered.
I listened to peppy music to get me psyched up. it didnt work. Read a few inspirational blogs and postings at Sparkpeople.com. It had little to no effect.
I got in the car, muttering and cursing all the while. I pointed it toward the gym and let the steam come out of my ears. "I really, really hate this." I sighed
I put on the ear buds, cranked up the sound and stepped on the treadmill. One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other until the sweat started to run down my face and The Black Eyed Peas had a feeling. Somewhere in the next forty minutes or so I remembered why I did this.
And I'll do it again tomorrow
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