Tuesday, October 08, 2013
In a motel in Miami, Oklahoma. (pronounced My-am-uh!) We had a good time in the Missouri farmland/hills and visiting our daughter and family. We possibly have a house, too, if everything goes well. Yea!!!
Today's challenge is fitting in some strength moves, so I'll be doing wall pushups in the restroom stalls and if I find an empty bathroom, maybe some lunges or something like that. I've done this before and feel very virtuous. I LIKE that feeling! Did a short walk up a very steep hill behind our realtor's office yesterday. Heart pounding, breathing hard, but I was glad I COULD do it!!
Sunday, October 06, 2013
Today we were to eat slowly, enjoying our meal, and the challenge was so easy, since we ate out at Red Lobster with daughter and her husband. Calories were less than I expected, dinner was enjoyable and company was special. What a coincidence!
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Tightening up the derriere! I HATE that other word.... too many years of my mother's insistence on proper words, not slang. We were taught to say penis, vulva, urinate.... no giggling behind the hands at the real words, multi-syllable they may be. Need I add that she was an English teacher?
Speaking of English, I was surprised to get no comments on yesterday's blog. Any of you reading this one, can you tell me why? No love for poetry? I share that that apathy, though in my case the truth is closer to the fact I find it hard to understand. Too dry? Do you appreciate more words that come from the heart (however badly I might write it)? I just thought that Henley did a magnificent job of communicating his own triumph over fear and pain, something we in SP understand.
I've done today's exercise, which was surprisingly hard for me, mostly cause it involved the knees a little too much. We'll see about the challenges to come. This DID satisfy my Spark Coaches assignment to add one exercise to today's plan.
Onward to the fray....
P.S. I have been thinking about my mother a lot lately. Her birthday is coming up in November, and she's been gone about 18 months now. It's surprising to me how often I still have that impulse to call her with a question or a particular conversation. There was often friction between us, though I became her confidante in her later years.
The official title of the challenge is "The 30-day Skinny Jeans Work-out Plan." Come join me, whatever words you use for the exercises.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Spark Coach asked me this morning to devise a motivational quote for myself. All I could think of was "I'm the boss of me," kind of a childish phrase, but appropriate for a people pleaser like myself. It's been a thought I hadn't yet put into words. I sometimes find myself too responsive to what other people think I should be doing, including my family, Spark persons, and even sometimes mere acquaintances. To be aware that ONLY I am the master of what I do, as well as the one who suffers the consequences of what I do, is of great importance to me.
I remember my mother's story of a letter from her dad while she was away at college that included the last two lines of this poem. She still remembered and quoted it to me some 30 or 40 years later. I found the whole poem. (Invictus is Latin for "unconquered." I like that.)
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~ William Ernest Henley (Invictus)
Because authors and their lives are important to me:
About William Ernest Henley: He contracted tuberculosis of the bone when he was 12, and at the age of 17 had to have his leg amputated below the knee. He wrote this poem in response to that, and it's the main reason his name is known. The poem was first published, unnamed, in 1875. Mr. Henley died at age 53 in 1903.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
There were mustang competitions, a dog show, and a quilt show. I could have happily spent all day in any of the three. I was a little dismayed in how exhausted I was when we got back. I'll add a picture as soon as I get it downloaded.
I had to wake myself up to get ready for bed, so only 10 minutes of exercise today. Have to do double time tomorrow....
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