Monday, August 26, 2013
It was a busy weekend. Whew! Not enough hours in the day. Definitely no time to eat out of boredom. I've had two weeks I've eaten a little than lower calories than my allowance, so to make sure I didn't lose ground with keeping a good metabolism, I had a day of more calories. I ate good for me foods, so it wasn't a time to fill up on goodies. No weight fluctuation involved. I got right back to business the next day, and today is off to a great start. I also got past a 24 hour period that we were taking care of the grandchildren. I am so proud of myself that I am finding I no longer stress out over having company in the house. It has allowed me to stop the stress-eating that almost all of the time accompanied having guests. I really can hardly believe it. ]
I ended up hardly exercising last week. I was feeling a little bad about that, but decided to just not worry about it. I was actually motivated to go out and walk this morning. When I got out there and checked the Weather Channel on my iPhone, I saw it was 55 degrees at 8:00! I took a 5K walk, and the temp only went up to 60. I am so glad I did that walk. It's made me feel good all day. After I got home and hydrated, I waited to absorb the water and proceeded to do 10 min of intense ST. I'd only done ST once last week and I'd like to be doing twice a week. Whenever I ST, I love it, but I have a hard time remembering that so I put it off. It's only 10 minutes for pete's sake! Anyone can do that!
I'm going to buy a bicycle. I haven't had one in 2 1/2 decades, so I think it's time to get one. I always loved to ride when I was young. It has been so nice out lately that it makes me want to ride and feel the wind in my hair. Though nowadays you have to wear a helmet, so it's probably not going to feel the same. Well, I can feel the wind in my face anyway!
Not much going on in my brain. I just felt like writing, so out came a rambling blog!
Have a great week!
Oh, I also am happy I made it past the 25th day binge free. No urges to binge in all that time! I can hardly believe it!
Friday, August 23, 2013
Iíve done some reflecting on my sonís comment about me looking healthy and attractive, which I mentioned in a recent blog. It strikes me interesting that I donít consider myself attractive because I see my imperfect, still 15 pounds overweight body when I look in the mirror. I sense that what he may be seeing as healthy is the peace and calm, yet energetic person I have recently become. I am finally feeling at peace because Iím not stressing out over the bondage to food and exercise that Iíve felt for SO long. I am at peace with food and Iím not trying to exercise every spare minute, but allowing myself time to do the things I love the most. Iím taking the mental time I would usually spend thinking about what can I eat next, or fussing at myself for having eaten too much or the wrong thing, or fussing at myself for not exercising, and using it for positive things, like focusing on what Iím doing and really enjoy it as I do it. I am also utilizing the time I normally would spend eating, or foraging for food, to connect with friends, write in my journal or blog and visit with SparkFriends. I am surprised at how much time and effort I used to put into all the negative thinking and activities. So, maybe my son could read my face and demeanor as healthy and attractive.
If he can call me healthy and attractive, and I consider him to be very frank and not say what he doesnít mean, I have no excuse to be so hard on myself. A silly thing kind of triggered this thought today. I was outside at my clientís house today and her neighbor, who drives a Jaguar, said he likes my car. It is a gray 2013 Toyota Corolla. It is new, but it was filthy today. I was embarrassed that he was even looking at my car, yet he, the owner of a sharp Jaguar, saw beauty in my dusty Corolla.
People donít always look and see our flaws. They recognize our beauty. We can do better for ourselves than be so critical of ourselves. Just love ourselves for who we are!
My son, so smart he is, suggested I type my blogs in Word, so I can keep from losing them, as I have done a bunch of times by inadvertently typing the wrong key when I've typed right into the blog entry box. Now I copy and paste from Word and have no more problems!
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
My 21-year-old son and I have always gotten along. Except of course when we butted heads a few times when he was finding his independence as a teenager. We always made up and hugged. He was the sweet boy who kissed me on the lips nightly before bed, until he was 8 and asked if it was ok if he didnít kiss me like that anymore.
When I was 210 pounds, he was in early elementary school. I used to try to go sit with him for lunch regularly. I was embarrassed because all the other moms were fit and trim (at least those were the ones I focused on), and it was hard to fit at their tables, but I knew how important it was for me to be involved in his school life. I was never able to do this with my older kids, I canít remember why.
One day after school, he and I were talking about his school day. He surprised me by telling me that he was embarrassed to have me with him at school and please donít come any more. So I stopped going to his school except for meetings, and then I was even more self-conscious. If my 6-year-old observed my size was an embarrassment, it gave me more fuel to be ashamed. This was a catalyst of the beginning of my diligence in losing weight.
When I did lose a good bit, my 13-year-old daughter was hugging me, and as she reached around me she exclaimed,Ē my arms can reach all the way around you!Ē That was a revelation to me and really meant a lot. The kids were acting proud of me and my efforts. I was truly making progress!
I continued to lose weight, and I have a few vague recollections of complements from the kids. I knew I had done what I set out to do.
My son, the one I started out talking about, and I have spent hours at coffee shops over the past 4 years. We love to sit and talk. He is a bright insightful young man. (Heís VERY attractive as well! But he doesnít realize it.) He likes to eat healthy and exercise. He is aware of all my current struggles and goals for myself and we discuss the mind games we play with ourselves to help motivate ourselves. Overall, we have very lively discussions. I love him to pieces!
Heís learning to feel confident and have a better self-image. All his life he came across as very confident and cool. But he was insecure. I never realized that until he became an adult! Poor kid! He now has a life-coach who is helping him with all of that. This man is a perfect helper for him; we have seen tremendous growth in him.
Sunday after church, he and I were talking out by my car. He told me something that made me feel really good. Something unexpected. He told me that I look really healthy. That itself was wonderful to hear from him. He added that that really means that I am attractive. Woah! I never thought Iíd hear him say such a thing to ME! He said, ďHealthy is attractive.Ē Iíd rather hear these words instead of, ďYou look like youíve lost weight.Ē I never think of myself as attractive. (Hubby hasnít said it very much through the years.) It doesnít bother me, I donít think Iím ugly, but I almost always think I look like I need to fix my body.
I wish you all could meet my son. He is a gem!
Sunday, August 18, 2013
This morning as I was listening to Pandora, Piano Solo Radio, which plays mostly works of a sacred nature. I heard, ďHave Thine Own Way LordĒ You know, the one about God being the potter and I am the clay?
Lots of things about our journey in life can be considered while thinking about the words to this song.
I used to make pottery, the pieces you throw on the wheel and fire and glaze in the kiln. I love the process of doing that. It has been 7 years now since I was taking lessons and practicing this wonderful craft.
I made some not so wonderful pieces and many that were quite decent, I have never thrown a single piece away. I was told I was quick to learn and good at it. The expense kept me from continuing. I gave away a few of my better pieces, and kept even more, though to my eyes and touch, I knew every flaw. I was critical of my work, at least I was when I first made these pieces. As the years have passed, each one has become precious and even perfect in my sight. I have learned that though each one has different thicknesses (something professional potters have to be very careful of) and they have differing imperfections, I really no longer look at those. I donít even see them. I love them just the way they are. I love holding them and looking at them. I appreciate the work that I had put into each one. They are perfect just the way they are. I even love the chunkier ones.
As I was thinking about these things, I was simultaneously making parallels in my mind about loving and accepting my bodyís imperfections. Am I fond of it? Do I look at all the work that has gone into making it what it is today? It is strong, healthy and maybe still a little chunky. Do I treasure it? Why would I worry what others think or say about my size, like I used to worry about othersí opinions about my pottery? I like the pottery, which is what really matters, imperfections and all. My body is something that is becoming more precious to me as time goes on and I see a purpose for it.
Our bodies are a vessel. They are containers made for a purpose: to hold or carry something. I have an art studio. In my studio, on the tables, I have many pots Iíve made in assorted shapes and sizes. Each one contains something different. One has a set of markers, others have other types of markers. A couple of them hold paintbrushes. Yet another has pencils and scissors. Some hold balls of yarn. I like them for their individuality. The hard work and thought I put into each one makes it special. I am no longer embarrassed of them, because I see their value. See the parallels?
Keep working hard and love the process, as I loved the process of making pottery. Admire and value the results you are getting. Be proud of your vessel. And donít forget you probably love the individuality of each person you know, without seeing them as a body, but as another human.
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