Monday, November 30, 2009
I have had this pile of clothes on a chair in my bedroom for quite a while now. They were items I found that either fit me in a former life or slipped through the cracks when I got out my winter clothes. I was given a de-clutter challenge today and this pile seemed perfect to accomplish this goal. Piece after piece I tried on, some fitting just fine, and many of the things I wore 15 years ago now fit again. Cool! Then there were the rejects. I tried on a skirt, and just walking to the full length mirror had the thing sliding off my waist. Yard sale! Some slacks were just a little to big, but I figure that I have worked to hard to wear things to big. What really shocked me were the sweaters. I had a pretty black and white sweater--I have a picture of me in it, and did not think I looked THAT heavy, but when I tried it on and looked in the mirror.......I could not believe how huge it was on me.
I have lost a considerable amount of weight, and I see that in the mirror, I se it in my before and after pictures, but today, trying on those sweaters, it was like I was realizing it all over again. I really do love this journey I am on. I love the transformation, I love the satisfaction that follows a good workout, I love the high I get from riding and walking. I love being able to DO things I thought were long gone from my list of activities. I love pushing myself for one more mile, one more rep. Above all, I really do love me.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
I was reading some random blogs here, and found the following:
"Food is fuel. If you eat clean, you run clean."
Now, I have a very vivid imagination. I read that line and a picture flashed through my mind of me as a sleek, lean, shiny machine, throwing black smoke out of my exhaust when I fueled it with chocolate and butter bread. I limp into the pit, coughing and sputtering, sadly in need of some 'clean' fuel.
Most days I AM that shiny machine. Fruits and vegetables are what make my engine run, and water is what makes it run clean. A little of the cheap grade of fuel, but not much; most days I run on the good stuff. I get out there and do my time trials to make sure every piston, every spark plug is operating at its best. That has not always been the case. In the past I was this beat up , rusted out piece of crap that did not care what I fueled the machine with. I limped into the pit and I limped out of the pit. My fuel was chocolate and cake and ice cream, diet soda. No wonder I put-putted around, needing to rest every 10 minutes or so and constantly needing refueled. I even remember trying to run on empty. Not smart. There have been times that I would do the time trials and try to run on inferior fuel, or try to run on the good stuff, but not doing the trials. I think I have come to learn that my machine, like everything else, runs best on balance. I can run some of the cheap stuff (just because it tastes so good) as long as the majority of my fuel is the high grade. I do need to use caution with the cheap stuff, and not let to much of it in my tank or I will be back to the coughing and sputtering, maybe even getting a blowout. Been there, done that, got the tee-shirt.
I sometimes feel like Herbie, being transformed from junk with no spark in my headlights into a lean, mean, shiny machine, efficiently burning the clean fuel and ready to win the race. Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines!
I have the checkered flag in my sights. Vroom Vroom.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Have you ever seen that commercial.........I think it is for some fungus treatment..........where they (the fungus) move in, under someone's skin? Every time I see that commercial I think of calories and the fat deposits that live in me. They just moved right in, not caring that I do not want them here. NIMB (not in my body). They have become quite comfortable, with a nice warm place to live and plenty to keep them sustained. The past three years, I have slowly been evicting them. One (pound) by one, they are forced to pack their bags and leave. I don't know where they go and I don't care; I just want them gone. I fear that they do lurk nearby, because they look for any crack to sneak back in. They just don't understand that they are no longer welcome here. They need to find some other sucker, someone who does not care about their body and build a new home there. And while they are at it, they may as well make room for more, because I have more pounds to evict, other fat that will be getting a '30 day notice' as I shed this excess weight for the last time and put up a new 'VACANCY' sign: LEAN MUSCLE MASS WANTED. Now, I don't like being the bad guy, but they have really forced my hand. I have tried hinting that I want them gone, but they have just ignored my pleas until I am left with two choices: I can either let them where they are (not really an option) or get serious and force them out. I chose the latter. It is really like waging a war with them. They think they have 'squatters rights' here, and I am forced to bring up every weapon in my arsenal to rid myself of them. My treadmill, bike and dumbbells are my swords and my determination is my shield. 'BANG BANG! I am the warrior.'
There is no substitute for victory.”
And I will be victorious.
Friday, November 27, 2009
I was very proud of myself yesterday at Thanksgiving dinner. We had a feast. Turkey and ham, PLUS turkey and ham gravy. 2 kinds of mashed potatoes, candied sweet potatoes, 3 kinds of filling, applesauce, corn and carrots, cranberry relish plus homemade bread. I DID stick to my game plan and tasted most things, at least everything I wanted, and no second helpings. We finished the meal and I was not even full, just satisfied. Deserts came out, and again I stuck to my game plan and had a SMALL piece of mince pie as well as a SMALL piece of shoofly pie and a pumpkin cupcake. Even when the wine came out, I did not do bad. I headed home after cleanup (letting enough time to elapse so the alcohol was out of my system) feeling VERY proud of myself. It was only when I got home that the porker in me came out. I don't know, I guess my system felt carb-deprived or something, but I could not keep my hands off the Italian bread. With butter. Each slice was like a cigarette, and I just wanted more. I finally just went to bed to stop the feasting. I guess it could have been worse. It was not chocolate that I kept feasting on or some other sugar-loaded treat but bread. And it was the first time I really slipped off the wagon in quite a while. Most important, today is a new day and yet another opportunity to succeed. AIFMO. All is forgiven, move on. It is time for a healthy breakfast and coffee, wash that 'carb overload' taste out of my mouth. Do extra time on the treadmill and bike to kick those calories to the curb and let them know that this was just a visit, they are NOT moving back in.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Today is Thanksgiving and I have much to be thankful for. I have food in my pantry, a roof over my head, money in the bank. I have god friends and lead a healthy lifestyle. I am truly rich in the things that matter. It really irritates me when people are rich in the things that matter and still whine because they are not pretty enough or they have a little pain or they have nobody........you get the picture. There are people in this country, in my community (and probably in yours as well) that have no home or do not know where there next meal is coming from.
I had a reality check yesterday afternoon when my phone rang. It was my best friends son to tell me that they had just rushed his mother to the hospital. She has a bad heart, but he said she passed out and went gray. I sat here on pins and needles, half sick to my stomach, crying and praying until the phone rang several hours later and I recognized her cell numbered. She was headed home, the diagnosis being that she was dehydrated. Thanksgiving dinner is at her house (her son does most of it), and it is still a go, but I will be his helper this year while she sits on her behind supervising.
I live alone, and her entire family has adopted me, including me (as well as my four-legged kid) in all holiday meals. I am so grateful to have her in my life. I wish I could get her to take better care of herself and lead a healthier lifestyle, but you know what they say about leading a horse to water. There have been some pretty black periods in my life, and she has been my 'go to' person. I know I am a survivor, and I would survive without her, but I am just not ready to do that yet. Maybe in another 30 years or so, but not yet.
Think about the people in your life who matter. Make sure they know how important they are.
"No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever."
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