Monday, May 23, 2011
I often remind myself to "live in the moment." Between me and you, I achieve it about forty percent of the time. Mostly, I'm regretting past decisions or worrying about a date circled on the calendar three weeks into the future. Rarely do I simply stand on the back porch, take a deep breath and just let the moment wash over me.
Did you ever find yourself secretly investigating one of those "fad diets?" You know what I am talking about, the ones that show a person who shed two hundred pounds in just six weeks and suddenly their lives changed dramatically. I have to admit to you that sometimes I wish that person was me!!! I wish everything would change at the snap of my fingers. I close my office door, access the internet and wonder if the latest rare fruit found in the jungles of Brazil may be exactly the boost I need.
It's boring drinking eight glasses of water every day. Tracking my food gets to be a hassle and a half and when I forget to be perfect and track every last morsel that enters my mouth I get frustrated. My legs and gluts burn when I exercise. I keep this image in my head of a sleeker, trimmer John and honestly I just dont always see him.
I get tired of reading blogs from people who live on dandelion root and fresh water and have this quasi Zen like experience with the Universe and by the way, they never cheat. Not crumb one of cookie, cake or pie, cross their parched lips. It's daunting at best.
But I am here this morning like I am every morning because the minute I boot up I know I have at least one thousand friends here who share my predicament. I'm moderately successful at what I do and that puts me in the same category as many of you. You fight the good fight, battle hard and some weeks it seems like victory is a word you need to look up in the dictionary. But you are here for the very same reason I'm here. You're here to be better. The cool thing about being better is that it means so many different things to all of us.
Living in the moment, in today, gives me hope and joy and while I am probably a lot more critical of myself than I should be at times, it gets me over the hump. So I've decided that today is simply one of those days that I acknowledge me, just as I am.
While I'm at it, I'll include you too.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Observation: My thirty three year old son and I had a late supper Thursday night. He usually works second shift so the opportunity to sit and talk is far and few between. Half way through dinner he looked across the table and commented: “You know dad, the problem with you baby boomers is that you won’t embrace your mortality!! You people think you are going to live forever. Get over it, you’re gonna die someday. “Well hopefully not anytime soon.
Update: As I write I have been soda free for twelve days. Tuesday will make two full weeks. I am proud. In a way, I am glad I had the tobacco withdrawal to go through six years ago. This is very similar in how it presents itself. I am not a coffee drinker, so diet soda was my caffeine boost in the morning. I crave one every morning, no matter what I am doing. It lasts about fifteen minutes and then it gets bored and goes away. It returns between four and five in the evening. Very odd, lol. Like tobacco I can be blind-sided without warning. This morning after church I went to the grocery to get eggs. As I passed the soda display I was over whelmed with this craving that can only be described as passionate. The freaky thing was that immediately thereafter, I wanted a cigarette.
Observation: Do you know that no one knows what is in MSG? I have always had sensitivity to that additive. It will manifest itself with a head ache or a very dry mouth. I had lunch with one of my daughters Thursday and had what appeared to be a harmless turkey sandwich, with tomatoes and lettuce. About two hours later not only was my head pounding and my mouth feeling like a candle wick but I would have robbed Kroger for a diet soda. I had this image of me backing out the door with a twelve pack of Coke Zero and a loaded gun pointed at the clerk muttering, “Everyone relax and no one gets hurt.” So I went home and Google searched MSG and aspartame. There is a connection but no one can definitively say why because no one knows what is in MSG. It’s a secret.
Update: Our basement is dry. Well ninety percent dry. I am waiting another week to make sure the walls are totally dried out before we paint, carpet, vinyl and get a new toilet. It appears that my insurance will pay nothing. The clearest explanation I received goes something like this: FEMA covers front water. The Ohio River would have to over flow and end up in my basement for FEMA to cover my damage. Given my distance from the river in order for that to happen the whole town would be under water. Home owners insurance covers back water, or water that backs up from the storm sewer. Ground water is covered by me!! Guess what invaded my house? Yup, ground water.
Observation: You are all wonderful people.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Somewhere in my reading yesterday I found a passage that suggested if you were looking for true wisdom, find a five year old to talk to. I was fortunate in this respect because my granddaughter had her end of the year kindergarten super-duper musical special last night. She and approximately forty other five year olds took us on a journey through letter, color and number land. They provided a few shakes a few shimmies and a lot of pointing, waving and covering their mouths with laughter. For about thirty minutes last night insurance adjusters, missed Spark rallies and any other earthly woe took a distant back seat. If you’re having issues in life just bend over really far, then straighten up, then lift your hands towards the sky and sing. You may bounce if you so choose.
There is no pretension in being five. They walked up on the stage like a herd of cattle. Despite the teacher’s pleas to get ready, they got ready when they finished saying hello to each other, waving to mom, dad and grandparents. Then, with all the important things out of the way they began to sing. When they were tired of singing they might stop and make an observation. One even asked rather loudly “When is this going to be over?” They know what’s important. When they were finished singing they moved quickly and with cat like precision towards the cookies and juice. They have learned, in their brief life that family, friends and a good deal of bending and stretching will carry you far. They have learned that laughter and just being goofy sometimes can cure a multitude of woes.
As I was driving home I thought of something I read many years ago. I’d like to share it with you. Its Robert Fulghum’s “Everything I Needed To Know I Learned In Kindergarten.”
" Most of what I really need
To know about how to live
And what to do and how to be
I learned in kindergarten.
Wisdom was not at the top
Of the graduate school mountain,
But there in the sandpile at Sunday school.
These are the things I learned:
Don't hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess
Don't take things that aren't yours.
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life -
Learn some and think some
And draw and paint and sing and dance
And play and work every day some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out into the world,
Watch out for traffic,
Hold hands and stick together.
Be aware of wonder."
Be blessed today.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I am not going to be able to attend the Spark Rally this weekend. With the recent damage to our home because of some flooding, this just happens to be the weekend the insurance adjsuter and a few contractors will be coming by. As good as I am I cant be in two places at once.
I was really looking forward to meeting some of you. Maybe some other time.
I hope those of you attending have a really good weekend
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