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Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Is it really a New Year already? My title here is meant to say, "There aint nothin' new here." Just the same old stuff about a new year, new goals, new motivation, new diet, new plan, etc. Or, more accurately, I should say, REnewed goals, motivation, plan, etc.

Sure, we're all pumped with yet another chance to succeed. Hope! That is the crux of it all. As long as we still have that hope, we are alive.

While I've been on SP for over three years now--seems like many more--I have been successful beyond my dreams. I love coming here, even sporadically anymore, and seeing the names of my friends. I'm happy to see so many have remained on SP and continue to work on their health goals. I flit around some of the Sparkpages and catch up with what's going on. But I have become more of a voyeur than a participant. For that I apologize.

I need to become accountable again. To myself, to a team, or just a friend. That means, I need to engage! So here I am engaging. Good luck to us all this year. I know we will have a banner year toward reaching our healthy lifestyle goals.

Happy Re-New Year, everyone!

  
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2WHEELER 1/11/2013 3:35PM

    Hi, Patty. Would love to hear more from you. Please re-engage! emoticon (Just a bit belated.)

One of my goals this year is to be more engaged, too. Seeing others' trials & successes is so motivating.

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KOFFEENUT 1/4/2012 3:15PM

    Like you, I've seen my commitment to SparkPeople vary over the 3 years I've belonged. Although I've also had a lot of success and find the support here unfailingly positive, sometimes life just seems to get in the way of spending time on the site. Good for you for recognizing when you need the accountability and support you can get here and finding your way back!

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Not gonna sit here on my arse any longer

Monday, November 14, 2011

From now on...my SP and FB and other computer time will be a privilege earned after a good workout or at least a good walk or other activity. Too often i come to SP for motivation and end up spending my day on the dang computer "feeling motivated" but not doing anything about it. This is me doing something about it...........

  
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MT-MOONCHASER 11/15/2011 11:35PM

    Hey Patty -- Don't you have to sit on your arse to ride your bike??

Just wondering...

And you can call me a "smart _____".

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BILL60 11/15/2011 8:20AM

    Way to go. Get on it!!

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W5VEOTX 11/14/2011 8:24PM

    Good comment and approach - maybe will help me also!

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2WHEELER 11/14/2011 6:18PM

    I know what you mean. Reading isn't doing (sure wish it worked that way). But you must be doing something right--you made goal!!! emoticon

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ALICIA214 11/14/2011 1:55PM

 

Saw snow on our awesome Mountains this morning The Lions are beautiful and with the sun shining on the snow capped peaks they are a sight to behold.

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Finding the HEART of Texas, or

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

My Texas Bike Tour that nearly wasn't.......


Late in November I was bemoaning the end of cycling season in Montana and wondering if this would be another winter when I let all the summer training slip away, leaving me to rebuild strength and endurance starting in February or March. I began scanning the ACA tour catalogue with great interest, hoping to find a January tour that would give me the incentive to continue training through our off season, and might give me a respite from our long winter. I just needed a reason to train--what better reason than finding sunshine and warmth on my bicycle. Well, I couldn’t find a tour that fit my pocket book and my timing. But, I did have to be in San Antonio, Texas for a conference in late February. Not finding a tour in Texas when I needed it, I found one in the area that takes place in April. Following that tours itinerary I mapped out a route and set my sites on Texas in February. I was thrilled, if not a bit anxious about the prospect of a fully loaded, solo, unsupported bike tour in a region I have never visited before.

Since I am a member of Missoulians on Bicycles, I realized what a great resource local bike clubs are. With that in mind, I Googled “Bike club San Antonio” and got a list of local clubs. One in particular caught my eye. Hill Country Bicycle Touring Club sounded perfect since I wanted to do just that--tour the Hill Country on my bike. A quick email to their president returned a long email from their external affairs director, Nolan. He became a dear friend over the next several weeks as we corresponded about my trip. His wealth of knowledge about the area and all the roads, specific to where I wanted to ride, was priceless. He directed me to safe farm and ranch roads, and tourist sites I should not miss. I was on my way to the sun of Texas.

My initial anxiety was quickly replaced with intense planning, logistics, reservations, and training. I was too busy to even think, much, about any danger or fears. I did, however, remember to ask about wild animals/reptiles/insects that I might prepare to encounter. Apparently the “wild” armadillo hibernates and I wouldn’t need my bear spray. But I was warned to hang my food to keep it away from raccoons and squirrels. As a resource of the area, nothing takes the place of local cyclists giving you the low-down as they see it from their perspective—on their bike saddle. This goes for traffic levels, speeds, and driver courtesy, as well as cultural differences. As far as bike clubs go, HCBTC is one heck of an organization and deserves recognition.

Having planned and trained for a six day cyclocamping tour of the Texas Hill Country, I booked my flight and shipped my bike and panniers. Well, the bike and panniers did not arrive in time. I was scheduled for a conference in San Antonio the following week, so I could not cancel my flight, or change it without a hefty fee. That left the only option, which was to hole up in a hotel somewhere and feel sorry for myself until the bike arrived, with hopes that I might still get in a few day-rides. My ride would not happen. That was all there was to it. I was heartsick.

I wrote an apologetic e-mail to Nolan (and his wife Elayne), to acknowledge his valiant assistance, with a sincere attempt to let them off the hook for the first nights stay they had offered. Nolan and Elayne, would not hear of it.

In a return email, Nolan informed me they have bikes, panniers, tents, and cooking utensils. Everything I would need to do my ride. His solution: They would pick me up at the airport, take me to their beautiful home, find a bike for me, feed me a delicious breakfast, and Nolan would ride with me the first day. I called them, to try once more to impress on them that I was simply a stranger they only knew via email and that this was not what Nolan had bargained for when he wrote that initial response to my enquiry. Elayne replied with conviction, “We are going to make this happen!” These wonderful people had adopted my cause, so to speak. My independent, self-reliant nature made it extremely difficult to accept this help, but I quickly realized it would be a tremendous disappointment for Nolan and Elayne if I were to refuse. I can say, with a grin, I owed this to them.

I swallowed my pride and headed into what was for me, in many ways, unfamiliar territory.


Right on time to my original itinerary, Nolan and I rode from his home on Sunday morning. The sun was shining and it was warm, which had been my original criteria. We rode through Boerne, on our way to Comfort via Waring, Texas. In Waring, we met a man who was on his first leg of a year long bike tour. He was riding the “four corners”, as I later learned it is called. He was riding ACA’s Southern Tier, Pacific Coast, Northern Tier, and Atlantic Coast routes, clockwise from Florida.

I learned on that first day, that Texas leaves the more difficult climbs to the last five miles of the day, as that is how it played out on my entire route. Nolan was a great tour guide. He never missed an opportunity to regale me with local, state history, which is also our Nations history of course. Texans are very proud to be Texans. It’s not just a stereotype. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if everyone had that deep-rooted pride for their state.

One of my favorite things about Hill Country, is the towns are only about 25-30 miles apart, with nothing but ranch houses between—all set well off the road. Yes, it lives up to its name “Hill Country”, and while I found a few hills challenging, none of them were severe. A little hill here, a little hill there. A longer climb here, a longer climb there.

The second day I rode out alone, along the Guadalupe River on a quiet little road through Center Point, many small ranches, and into Kerrville. Being from Montana, I was ashamed to admit that my beloved state has nothing on Texas when it comes to “big sky”. I was enjoying the heat of the sun, the huge blue sky, and the quiet countryside. I began wondering about the tours I’ve often heard about, the ones where the goal seems to be an aggressive number of miles per day. I would not have heard the birds, felt the warmth of the sun, smiled at the locals, or taken the pictures I did, had I been riding in that manner. My pace was just that. My pace. What a concept!

Leaving Kerrville on my third day I encountered my first real challenge. It was drizzling rain, with several miles of uphill riding; along the only section of busy roads I would encounter the whole trip. Once I got to the top of the hill, I turned off on another farm road and didn’t see but three cars the rest of my ride that day, until I came into Frederickburg, Texas that afternoon. In the meantime, I accomplished my first water crossing, where I walked my bike through ankle deep water over a low section of road, through a wash. I’d been warned that these can be very slippery. Anyone who has ridden, or driven, in Texas knows of these common crossings.

On Tuesday my own bike arrived at the bike shop in Boerne. They had offered to bring my bike to me, for a fee of course, wherever I was on my route and so I called to make arrangements. It turned out that they were able to deliver my bike, but would not be able to pick up the bike I had been using. Nolan and Elayne came to my rescue yet again.

On Wednesday morning they drove to Fredericksburg where we exchanged bikes and panniers. They were now into this much more than they had expected, but they were ever gracious and continued to offer help. They had insisted I leave my luggage at their home, where I would do my changeover from bike tour to conference at rides end. That meant, yet another chunk of their time and generosity.

By now, I guess we were all invested in this equally. Nolan and Elayne, with their commitment to make it happen, and me, with my need to complete the trip I had worked so hard on.

One last challenge before I began my Wednesday ride to Luckenbach. After Nolan and Elayne left that morning, I realized I did not have my helmet. Apparently the bike shop had not sent it along. This must have been karma because, using the excuse that it was my birthday, I paid a ridiculous amount for my new helmet just a month before. It was embarrassing when I realized how easy it was to replace my expensive helmet with a $13 Bell from WalMart. (Yes, there is a one in the small town of Fredericksburg.) Also, I remember spending an hour adjusting the expensive helmet to fit me well, yet I found the cheap helmet required no adjustment whatsoever—not even the chinstrap.

During the remaining three days of my trip, I rode to Luckenbach, then back to Comfort, and Boerne, Texas. Each day was magical for me. On my final day, I got turned around 180 degrees, thinking I was headed east, when I was actually headed west. It was quite disorienting for me, not having any mountains on the horizon from which to orient myself. I really miss the mountains of Montana. They are a comfort and they usually point the way home.

Once I got my bearings, I found an ice cream parlor and ordered a sundae to celebrate my Tour. So many obstacles had presented themselves along the way, yet they had all been resolved, much to my astonishment. Even the severe tendonitis I was recovering from before I left for my trip never caused me any problems along the ride.

Nolan picked me up in Boerne, drove me to the bike shop where I shipped my bike back home, and then he and Elayne drove me to my conference hotel. This was certainly as much their trip as it was mine. They told me they felt a great deal of satisfaction and that was enough payment for them. Of course I remain indebted to them and hope someday to find a way to repay them their immense generosity.

Just recalling the amount of their time, freely given to me, not to mention their mileage, shuttle service, use of expensive equipment, their home and their trust, I continue to be overwhelmed by their kindness and their great big Texas hearts.

This is not the story of my Texas Hill Country bike tour. This is the story of my dear new friends, Nolan and Elayne--my Texas Hill Country bike tour rescuers. Truly, they are the “heart” of Texas.

  
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2WHEELER 3/5/2011 2:41PM

    Wow, what a wonderful ride. You'll have that incredible memory for the rest of your life. Isn't it amazing what people will do for total strangers? Makes you realize, despite what we hear nightly on the news, that the world is made up of kind, generous people, willing to help. Wish that was the nightly news. Did you camp each night? You've planted an idea in my noggin--I may be going to a 3-day meeting in Portland, OR, in mid-June. DH is not coming along, so I could take a solo bike trip for several days. Portland is Bike City--what better place to have an adventure? How long did it take to get the logistics worked out? Glad you're back safe and had a wonderful time. emoticon

PS Doing better, but it's going to be a long, slow recovery. I'll be doing lots of biking this year instead of running. emoticon

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MT-MOONCHASER 3/2/2011 11:02PM

    It's really great that you had such a good trip.

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PEARL10 3/2/2011 5:01PM

    WOW! What amazing people. God bless them for their kindness. How wonderful! I almost felt I was right there with u. I can almost hear the quietness of the countryside, the wind gently blowing the grass on the road side. Sounds wonderful. Isn't that just so uncanny that yr cheap helmet did the job so well. Hope yr expensive one turns up. Blessings

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Satiety Unattainable

Sunday, January 09, 2011

I was telling DH how my Spark Friend and I had talked before the Holidays about allowing ourselves the food we wanted to eat for a month or so, but that we feared the "cravings" that we would have to overcome afterward. I was trying to describe to him, in a way that was very understandable, what it is like when you find satiety unattainable--and that pretty well sums it up. After allowing myself these weeks of eating more than I should of food that is too fattening, too sugary, too salty, too starchy, and too processed, my biggest hurdle now is to allow my stomach to empty and then to make peace with that feeling....not a feeling that needs to be attended to immediately.

After eating plenty of food for lunch, after a nice big dinner last night, I found myself wanting to eat again, just a couple hours later. It was not that I as hungry, or that I was craving a sugar, or fat, or anything. It was a mysterious feeling that my stomach wasn't quite as full as it had been and that I could fill that little space that had been created through digestion. I was not empty, not hungry, not craving, not emotionally stressed.....nothing that is usually associated with bingeing or over eating......My gut was telling me, very subtly, that there was room in my stomach to fill, whenever I got around to it.

When I realized this, I thought about the feeling and felt the feeling and really sorta embraced it. I didn't hate it or reject it. I understood it and accepted it. Then, I seemed to remember how I felt for most of the past year, before the holiday splurge...that is, not full at all--but always satiated. The feeling of enough food, but not too much. Light foods that are filling, not greasy or starchy. A feeling of being clean inside.

I will not stress about any of this because that would lead to a feeling of being deprived, which leads to cravings, which leads to bingeing. I merely want to gently guide myself back to that path. I do not want to fear the empty space in my stomach. It does not NEED to be filled. It needs me to be patient with it. Because it's sorta like a spoiled child. You don't hate the child. You move that child in the right direction and don't give in to it's every whim. Before this Holiday season I was comfortable with this space......I will be again, I know. Patience. Tolerance. Acceptance. Love.

So...there you go.

BTW, this is not the follow up that i promised in my previous blog "Coming soon..." I'm still working on that one.

  
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2WHEELER 1/27/2011 2:32PM

    I don't know . . . . It may not have been what you meant in "Coming soon," but you certainly sound like a wise woman.

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PEARL10 1/19/2011 6:34AM

    I guess food is a drug that we happen to need. I believe sugar & fat pleases that little gland in our brain & we release serotonin. No wonder we feel good, briefly. Briefly until the guilt settles in,comfy right beside satiety.

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SCOUTHARPS 1/10/2011 1:38PM

  Very well said! I too, need to deal with my spoiled child of a stomach!

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LDCECIL 1/10/2011 11:18AM

    Thanks for sharing this, I know what you mean and I agree with BEYOURBEST1 you can do it - we all can. Thanks again.

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BEYOURBEST1 1/9/2011 9:49PM

    You can do it. You can incorporate the foods that you love, in moderation. This way you do not have to feel deprived. You are getting back on track and that is great.
You have a very good attitude, that will definitely help you out.


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Coming soon!!! A smart woman tells all

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Stay tuned.....I turn 60 years old on Saturday the 8th of January 2011. I fully expect all the wisdom of the ages to be given to me at that time. I AM indeed holding my breath. What is it that so many older women know that gives them such grace? I assume it is bequeathed to one at the ripe old age of 60, so I will let you know as soon as I do.
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2WHEELER 1/18/2011 2:55PM

    Happy Belated Birthday, oh wise one!! Two local good friends share your birthday. We had a birthday brunch to celebrate. If I had known you were having a birthday, too, I would have had a 2nd mimosa just for you. What are the odds that 3 of my friends have a birthday on Jan. 8?

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MT-MOONCHASER 1/8/2011 11:55PM

    I hope you had a wonderful birthday!

Did you acquire the wisdom of the ages that you were expecting, or was it promised "tomorrow".

I am well over 60, and I haven't seen any sign of any wisdom of the ages coming my way. I hope you fare better...

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BEYOURBEST1 1/7/2011 6:19AM

    Happy birthday! If you don't get the wisdom then just fake it ... You are entitled to it! Enjoy, and I wish you many more healthy and happy returns.
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LILPAT3 1/6/2011 11:25PM

    WooHoo...Happy B-day!

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KISSYTINA 1/6/2011 7:02PM

    Ohh, I know that I personally am years away from that mark, so any of that knowledge you are allowed to share would be greatly appreciated!


Happy (Early) Birthday!

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PEARL10 1/6/2011 4:35PM

    As the saying goes..' older & wiser'. Maybe gr8 wisdom will dawn upon you...like the morning chorus at 5am! Welcomed b/c it means summer, but also wakes you from a gr8 slumber. Maybe you are already gr8 in wisdom & discernment. Maybe u are a work in progress, a gr8 canvas. Happy birthday chicky!

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KYEM2007 1/6/2011 3:03PM

    I will be anxiously awaiting the wisdom that you will bestow on the rest of us!!! emoticon

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