Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Okay, get your mind out of the gutter! I am not talking about THOSE six inches, I am talking about my new waistline! I lost my measuring tape so I have not had the "pleasure" of measuring my waist for a long time. I hit a weight loss plateau and have not lost any pounds in about a month. I have been a little discouraged, especially with the holidays here and having to make the grand sacrifice of accounting for every bite of food that hits my lips!
Yesterday I had an "ah hah!" moment when reading ELIZARN's blog in the midst of my self pity. She stated that many of us do not really want to lose weight unless we want to do the work to lose it (not an exact quote!). That gave me a whole new perspective on my whining about food deprivation and exercise! As I started my morning with my new attitude I remembered that I had bought a measuring tape when I went Christmas shopping. I dug through my bags, retrieved it, and wrapped that baby around my body parts. . . SIX inches off my waist!! I am now sculpting an actual indentation where it is!
I say all of this just to remind all my fellow Sparkers that the scale is not the omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent god of weight loss! There are other measures that can be just as rewarding! I have a new energy to continue, and I hope you do as well! Happy Holidays to all!
Friday, December 03, 2010
Well, this is hard for me to do, but I must confess that for the first time since joining SP I fell off the proverbial wagon for almost a whole week! The holidays are really hard at our house...we have Thanksgiving, three birthdays in December (1, 9, & 19th), and then Christmas and New Years! I confess to all of my friends that I ate over my calorie allowance 3/6 days! Am I a failure? What does God think of me after I implored Him for help and grace?
That's the bad news, but the good news is, I went over, but only 100-200 calories over! What a difference from last year! I do NOT feel like a failure nor a sinner, I just enjoyed life! The difference is not just how fewer calories I consumed, but that they were planned calories! I tracked every bite and planned these...I know life happens and I am right back on the plan!
In the past, I would have given in on Thanksgiving day to all of the holiday delicacies and kept on going until New Year's Day. Now I have no desire to continue gorging...I see an end in sight. Are you as amazed as I am that Christmas is almost here? Does it seem to you that we just celebrated Christmas 2009? That's how fast a year goes, and when I think about how fast it will arrive in 2011 it gives me the motivation to keep on working the program because at this time next year, in a seemingly blink of an eye, I will be at my goal! Be of good courage, my Spark Friends, your destiny is awaiting you! Happy Holidays to all!
Monday, November 08, 2010
One of the side activities that my BFF (RLPPHD) and I have taken on is working through the book, The Artist's Way. The book is all about releasing your creative self to enrich your life. One of the assignments was to time travel through your Personal Creative Champions' Hall of Fame. This was a very painful exercise for me, for three of my champions who had great influences on my life are deceased. I am writing this to honor their memories.
My dad is number 1! Not that Dad could write, draw, paint, or do anything artistic, but he was always my biggest cheerleader. He had huge dreams for me. He accepted nothing less than me being the first in the family to get a college degree. When I was placed in "average" classes in school he told the teachers how smart I was and that I needed to move to more advanced classes. Not a day went by in his life that he didn't tell me how much he loved me, and when we were together he would take my hand and squeeze it. I was his "Linnie." He adored my son, Chris, who was the only grandchild he knew. Dad was the man in my life that made me feel special and capable.
My mom was my creative champion in a totally different way. She was an introvert and non-demonstrative. I never heard her tell me she loved me in her entire life, yet I was her closest pal. She was an artist, not by trade, but by passion. Our house was always a mess because she was elbow deep into some new project. She loved to express her creativity through cooking, sewing, painting, needlework, crochetings, woodworking,...well, you name it and she tried it! She shared her love for crafting with me and taught me everything she knew. She was never afraid to try a new technique, and because she did it, I did it too! She was the person who gave me the courage to try new things, and to not demand perfection in my life.
Grandma was my security blanket. Widowed at a young age, she learned to drive, to manage money, and to make a fulfilling life independent of anyone else! After Grandpa died and she emerged from his shadow, she let her light shine, and she took me, the first-born grandchild along for the ride. I learned to be bold from my grandma...although she was a round, rotund lady, she didn't let that get in her way! She traveled the world, literally. She belonged to social clubs. She and I took a road trip to Indiana, just for the fun of it! She sent me to "charm" school, and supported everything I did, including eloping with the love of my life!
I cannot leave out one other special lady in my life...and thankfully, she is still alive and well, my Aunt Jo. Aunt Jo is a rock star to all of my current friends, because they hear me talk so much about her! Aunt Jo was 12 when I was born, and we have a picture of her holding me in front of the Christmas tree saying, "This is the only present I need for Christmas!" Aunt Jo was my big toy, my whole life! She has always been so much fun to be around! She taught me to twirl a baton, to play all kinds of games, and to have fun! To this day, although she lives nearly 1000 miles away, I look forward to talking with her on the phone, and even more to visiting with her. She taught me to have fun in life.
So there you have it...Dad taught me that I was capable, Mom, how to create, Grandma, to be bold, and Aunt Jo, to have fun through it all! What a group they are. My parents died way too young, and although Grandma had a long life, I think she died too young as well! She was still young at heart. And Aunt Jo? She is a survivor...she has survived breast cancer and melanoma...hmmmm, maybe there's a lesson in that for me!
In memory of: Richard Tedder, 1934-1985; Mary Jane Tedder, 1937-1999; LaVera Master, 1909-1993.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
With the birth of my first grandchild and the transformation that SP has sparked, I have done a lot of reflecting on the fruit of my womb...my three sons! They are the apple of my eye! I would give my left arm (I am a southpaw!) if it would give them a better life...but as I have embarked upon this journey, I have seen how they have helped me become a better person and made my life so much richer!
My first born is Chris...he came into this world 5 weeks early, a healthy 10 lbs., announcing his presence by wetting in the doctors face! He screamed constantly when he was away from me, and by 12 months old was wearing a 4T! At 28 years old, Chris is 6'4" and grabbing life by the tail! He is always smiling and loves to be around people! Life is pure joy for him, and he works and plays harder than anyone I know. Although he doesn't scream anymore when he is away from me, he will be the first of the three to proclaim his undying affection and gratitude for the sacrifices made in parenting. From him, I have learned to show love and tenderness, for that child peeled open my heart like it never had been before!
Rick, now 25 and the father of my grandchild, I nicknamed, "My Sweet Baby." He was as quiet and subdued as Chris was exhuberant. I used to check his breath because it seemed he slept too much. He is so much like his father in that he is steady and loyal and devoted to family. He also works extremely hard, but unlike Chris, his play is tame and structured. Although he is not one to exhude affection, he is the one who stays in touch and calls to check on the family.
My husband and I always joked that practice makes perfect, and Michael, 15, is as close to perfect as a child can get! Being older when he was born, we were both relaxed, and he had two very doting fans in his brothers! Michael is special in that he has an old soul...he has always been very spiritual and mature. He already knows what he wants out of life (to be an author) and is fixed upon getting there! He is the disciplined son...he has been my inspiration at the gym, and he works incessantly on his novels. He is friendly, polite, and outgoing. I cannot wait to see what he will show the world!
I have learned so much from each of them...the joy of each situation, the importance of loyalty, and the wisdom of perseverance. This has made me a better person, and hopefully, a smaller person. The journey is sparkling with opportunity and adventure, full of people and activities that I will never forget nor give up!
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