Thursday, November 25, 2010
In the hustle and bustle that is inherent in this day, I had to take a momentary pause to reflect. It's what I do, so bear with me.
What is so striking about this uniquely American family holiday, is that no matter what your faith, we all can participate in remembering what is truly important, as we gather with family and friends, and are grateful for this peaceful nation. As other nations contemplate war, we are at blessed peace.
As we reach a new holiday to celebrate, we Jews have a prayer that thanks G-d for allowing us to reach this new season. I am grateful for that as well.
I am thankful for the friends and family I have, even when they drive me nuts. And I've pretty much told them so already.
When many are seeking employment, I have a job. Ditto the thanks for that. I have decent coworkers and a boss that is any employee's dream. In a work environment, what more is there?
I am grateful for this warm, embracing community that Chris Downie created. Who would have thought that total cyberstrangers can be so supportive of other total strangers? I think it's safe to say that Chris' original dream reached above and beyond his own expectations. There's thanks to be given for that as well.
Take a moment, not a long one, but take a moment to pause, yourselves, and see the bounty that is in your own lives. And after that, enjoy your Thanksgiving, surrounded, hopefully, by people you love.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
If HE can do it, why not YOU?
How's THAT for motivation?
Here's hoping this link works,
Sunday, October 17, 2010
I have noticed lately that quite a few Sparkies have hit a wall. People who have been overweight for decades, let alone years, are disappointed with their:
(2) back sliding
(3) lack of motivation
(4) lack of progress
We, of the generation that want it all and we want it NOW, are growing impatient with the results we see. Yes, we know enough not to give up totally, but I'm also seeing a lack of accountability as well. It goes something like this: "I didn't lose the expected weight this week, so I won't be posting it." Or "I'll wait several weeks and when I lose all I have gained back, then I can proudly post once again." Or "I haven't been tracking in a while, so it is best I don't mention it" or if they do, it's weeks into the back sliding pattern. And then they declare it.
We got to where we are, one pound at a time, and we're going to get where we need to be, the same way: One pound at a time.
Knowing we have to do it this way for a very long time is very hard. Even on those folks who have lost 50, 60, or 100 plus pounds. It's almost like kids saying, "Are we there yet?" and if not "Why not?"
Also, something else I have noticed, and I, too, plead guilty, is "Can I get away with it, if I eat like I used to and not gain anything back?" Also, "How much can I eat and not gain anything back?" The dieters version of "Russian Roulette". This really makes me wonder, "What is it that is allowing us to do this?" We know that our bad, poor eating habits got us to this place in the first place. We know, too, that we had our "aha!" moment. And yet months later we grow weary of being good for the long haul. Why is that?
The one thing I do know is that, for myself, I cannot be away from this site, not even for one day. Not even when I reach goal (far, far away yet). I just do not trust myself to keep the weight off alone. We're all in this for life - for a much better life. Intellectually, we all know this. We're not stupid. Yet we need to keep motivating each other, and when someone slips and falls, we need to be there to extend a hand. We never never ever ever want to go back to where we once were. Never again.
So, please, please just get back on the wagon, and extend a hand to me so I can get in there with you.
We WILL conquer this! And we will do this together!
And if not now when?
Friday, September 10, 2010
Sometimes when you least expect it, life throws you a good curve. Kipling was right: When all around you doubt you, it's always best to remember that you, above all, must believe in yourself. It all stems from that. You cannot be a success, if you believe that you are too old, too fat, too tired. That no one will want you. Positive energy goes a long way. And if you do not believe yet, then pretend that it is so, until it is. It's a wonderful mind trick that will not fail you. Literally "become" someone you admire. Do what s/he does, and when you least expect it, the behavior becomes your own.
Go after the impossible. Oftentimes one is pleasantly surprised. You have nothing to lose, except another failed opportunity. Failure we're expert at dealing with. It's success that we find hard. I don't know why that is so, but I see a lot of it here:
We succeed in getting that incredible opportunity?
What if we lose the weight that has been an albatross around our necks and spirits for years?
What if we try something new and show ourselves that we can, indeed, be good at it?
What if we meet a challenge successfully?
Can we handle all this success? I'm betting that we can.
Be a betting person in the best sense of the word, and take a leap of faith. I'll meet you on the other side.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Here I am Sunday morning, trying something new: I'm going to attempt (my first!) to create a pictorial of our day at the beach yesterday. (With apologies to 330POUNDWOMAN who inspired me with this creation.)
My friend likes to go to the beach later in the afternoon, so the sun won't be at its hottest. Me being the good buddy goes along with this demand. We agree to meet at her house at 3:00 PM. I first go to the library to take care of a business application which is urgently needed for a job I applied for earlier. My brand new computer officially died a few weeks ago, and I need the public library's printer to complete my task. Don't ask. So off I go to be the first at the computers. Wouldn't you know it, they were having printing issues, too. Murphy and I are very close. Finally, they gave me a laptop and after much effort, I was able to get going. I won't bore you (assuming anyone is reading this) with all the other pre-beach activities, but by the time I got to my friend's house it was 4:30 PM. Business before pleasure. So off we went to Lido Beach. We get there, and the entrance is blocked! We turned the car around and tried it again. We were determined! With cars in the lot, there had to be more than the "Exit" sign we saw. Second go-round, success! We park and shuffle our way onto the beach. The beach was emptying with beach goers heading home for dinner and other evening pursuits. We had a lot of the beach to ourselves. Well, not totally. But being so late in the afternoon, we didn't have to pay. That ended argument Number One who was going to pay the entrance fee.
We settle in, and my friend said we should start with the water as the lifeguards were going to pack it in soon, and she had read there were riptides and wanted to ensure our safety. Good enough for me. The water was COLD! But we frolicked a bit, and it was grand.
The books I brought were going to have to wait. Friend was up for our hike on the beach. So off we go again! She is used to trekking regularly, as her job had her walking four miles daily. [IF she weren't my best friend, as the expression goes, I would hate her.] We walk and take in the beach scenery:
I just loved this solitary gull, minding its own business.
We walked some more. Friend likes to walk all the way up to the building with these Russian-looking onion turrets. Still not sure what those are, but they are far!
We walk on. I take more photos to remember this sweet day:
Friend called these birds "plovers". To me they look like sandpipers. Are they the same? I don't know. I'm not an ornithologist, but I am amazed at how docile-looking these birds are, unencumbered by human presence. Probably not a good thing.
We walked on. I take more photos:
Even late, this was turning out to be a sensational day. MUCH needed. I snap some more:
We get to the half-way mark. It was only 1-1/2 miles, but walking on the beach in thongs, is not a mean feat.
We make it to the Russian-looking buildings! My first! Friend celebrates my accomplishment. I wonder how the heck we're going to get back. I wanted to mark this with photos of us. Friend being the artist, wanted it done correctly. My art hey days are well behind me, but I love her, so we do it her way.
First attempt, not good. But that's because we tried it ourselves. OK, *I* tried it.
Strangers walking by offered to help us out. Who says New Yorkers cannot be nice?
[Sorry, I have to edit this one]
Now guess which one is me? Thirty pounds gone is really not obvious when you have so much to lose. But it is a start.
We head back. It was not easy. We get back and the pedometer reads 3.3 miles and 70 minutes.
By the time the day is done, I see the reading as 4.64 miles. Not sure how that happened, but I'll take it. I almost got my 10,000 steps in! I will not quibble about 9,820. But it is hard to believe that the pedometer only gives the event 258 calories. Again, I'll take it. But for all that effort that's like a couple of cookies. The pedometer reads we walked 1-1/2 hours. I'm still okay with that.
We stopped by a crepe place and had two filled crepes apiece that we shared. And a lot of water!
The day ended really well. Time really has to be taken off to recharge personal relationships, too. Even the stubborn ones. We all lead hectic, busy lives, but without the people in it that enhance days like this one, what else is it all for?
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