Saturday, April 19, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
One day, in a fit of anger, my 5 year old granddaughter called me a "Meanie Head." I don't remember that situation, though there have been several since then. Right now, she is mad because she mad a poor choice, and lied about it ... and I am allowing her to experience a very natural consequence. Yes, Meanie Head and (sometimes) happy to wear that moniker.
Often, I consider my body to be a Meanie Head. I mean, shouldn't I be able to live by my own rules? Can't I really eat how much I want of whatever I want? My Meanie Head body says, "No." When I overeat, when I don't exercise, when I don't carefully consider what I put in my mouth, I gain weight. I can't blame the scale. I can't blame the clothes dryer. I can't blame middle age. I can't blame my medication. I can't blame my metabolism. Several of those things may factor in, but the choice is still mine - work with what I have or gain weight. I have to follow the game plan. I have to have structure and rules. And though I don't always like it, it is worth it.
So, I'm glad my body can be a meanie head. I'm thankful that there are rules and guidelines to healthy living, and that we are equipped to overcome bad eating and slothful living.
I think someday our granddaughter will be thankful to live with a meanie head, too.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
I've known I have been losing weight. I mean, I've been really trying, my clothes are fitting better, and I have more energy. BUT when a friend of mine asked me the other day, "Have you lost weight," then I knew my efforts are paying off outwardly. And that is a good feeling!
Thursday, March 06, 2014
So, tomorrow after work I am heading two hours away for a weekend of knitting, spinning, and giggling with one of the best groups of ladies I've ever met. This is the 1st time in over a year that I've been able to spend the night. A friend is keeping our granddaughter at least one night so Grampy doesn't have to stress, so I won't be worrying about him doing too much just so I can go out and play.
Exercise - no problem. Beautiful grounds to walk on, so when it is dry (expect rain!) I can take quiet walks. Also, there are more stairs than elevators there, so I will be able to go up and down and will have plenty of time to work out.
Food? That is a whole different ball game. The food is provided for us, and it is usually cafeteria style. Somewhat gross, and not healthy. Plus, the ladies will be bringing snacks, snacks, and more snacks?
My plan? I will eat some of the food. But, I will also bring my Harvest Wheat Berry Salad. We do have access to a fridge, so I can preportion servings, and keep it cold. And, before going I am making some almost good-tasting snack bars. I will also pack some celery and carrots, and toss in a few apples. I can do this ...
Most importantly, I won't stress too much. I may over eat some; I may not. I will try to make wise choices, but I will spend my time enjoying the company.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Last year at this time, I was trying to get back on track with my healthy eating after dealing with my grandmother's death. Then, unexpectedly, we found ourselves battling for - and getting - custody of our granddaughter. I said several times, "she is good motivation for making sure I'm healthy," yet as a stress eater ... I ate. And ate. And ate. No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to get focused on eating and exercising.
A couple months ago, my husband, granddaughter and I went out to a Chinese buffet for lunch with some friends. We've been there several times over the years, so we aren't completely unfamiliar faces. One of the owners looked at my husband. Bob is a pretty good looking guy, and has always looked young for his age. And, even though he put on weight over the years, he is nowhere close to being overweight. I knew I wasn't looking my best, but when the owner asked my husband, "where is your wife" as I was standing right behind him, that hurt. The lady gave a little, "oh," and moved on. Yes, I had been sick, I had gained weight, and I was stressed. But, I certainly do not want to look like a cougar. For the record, Bob is actually 3 years older than me.
I know if I'm not looking good, I'm not feeling good. No, I don't need to be a hot babe. That'll probably never happen. But, I know I have to be healthy, and when I'm healthy I am certainly more attractive.
So, here I am. Regaining my life. One pound at a time. One session on the recumbent bike at a time. One healthy choice. And I'm starting to feel good about being me again.
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