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200 Situp program (even a video!!)

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

I've mentioned a few, verrrry few times, that I'm slowly working my way through the iphone app "200 Situps" (which are actually crunches...).

Today I did my test to determine if I stay in Level 1 for the 5th & 6th week, and I made it all the way up to 50 or so. I've forgotten already, will have to look at the app again to see what I put in. So now I go on to level 2.

I'm kinda slow doing them, though, never really confident that I'm doing them correctly. Probably need a trainer... but for now, I found a video on YouTube that gives me hope that maybe I am actually doing them correctly. I really like the background music too 'Eye of the Tiger'...


Now, please remember that SparkPeople splits up what appears to all be on one line, while I'm in edit mode, into two or three new lines, in the mode that you are reading - so in this case, the 2nd line is a couple characters of gibberish. Just copy the entire thing and then paste it into a new tab or window in your browser. It should work.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ozhi5V3RP
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JANNEPERRY 2/8/2012 8:15AM

    That youtube post was tooo funny! Good job with the crunches. You are catching up to me! emoticon

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EIGHTISNTENOUGH 2/7/2012 9:59AM

    I have done similar programs! They rock! Keep up the good work :-)

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CocoaVia

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Have you seen the ads on SparkPeople for CocoaVia? I just started seeing them last week and ordered one small box - just to see. I got email today that it has been shipped, so I should have it this upcoming week.

In the meantime, it occurred to me do do a SparkPeople websearch on the "Disadvantage of CocoaVia" ... Surely it's all good? Right?


I was surprised to read this comment, buried waaaaaay down about 2/3 of this webpage (seems to be a randomized listing of various cocoa and chocolate research that this guy could find...):

http://www.raysahelian.com/cocoabean.htm
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"CocoaVia
June, 2006 - The US Food and Drug Administration has warned Mars / Masterfoods that its CocoaVia chocolate bar is in breach of FDA regulations on several grounds and given the company 15 days to respond. In its warning letter, FDA questioned the level of folic acid in several CocoaVia products as well as the heart health claims they were employing due to their plant sterol content. FDA also stated the products' health claims meant they should be classified as drugs. In regard to folic acid, FDA stated foods to which folic acid can be added are designed to keep total folic acid intake under 1mg. "The consumption of higher levels of folic acid can mask anaemia in persons with vitamin B12 deficiency. Under those circumstances, the consequences of the anaemia (i.e., severe and irreversible neurological damage) would go undetected," it said. The FDA warning went on to say the CocoaVia products contained too much saturated fat to carry a heart health claim. "The labels of these products bear the claims 'Promotes a healthy heart' and 'Now you can have real chocolate pleasure with real heart health benefits,'" FDA said. "These claims are false or misleading because of the high levels of saturated fat in the products." The letter added: "The regulation authorizing a health claim for plant stero/stanol esters and reduced risk of heart disease includes the requirement that the food bearing the claim be low in saturated fat (1g or less of saturated fat per reference amount and not more than 15 per cent of calories from saturated fatty acids)." Moreover, FDA said the claims promote the bars as being able to "prevent, mitigate, and treat hypercholesterolemia" and should therefore be classified as drugs."

2006? I've never heard of the product from 2006 until now.

Glad I didn't sign up for the monthly renew shipment feature.

We'll see how that works out...

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PROVERBS31JULIA 2/8/2012 12:13AM

    Allegedly it was put into the mail Saturday. It's almost Wednesday! Hope the post office didn't eat my chocolate already!! Or melt it...seeing as winter is only now starting to arrive and I don't remember where it was shipping from.

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LITTLEFARMMOMMA 2/7/2012 9:02AM

    Wow! That was interesting! Let us know what you think when you get it, ok? You sure are on top of things! emoticon emoticon

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JANNEPERRY 2/6/2012 7:38AM

    It is VERY hard for me to figure out what is accurate information on new to me food products. I mostly stick with whole foods, but I do confess to a "bar" habit. I try to be sensible and go with what works for me. I think you were wise to start out small and see what happens. Keep us updated. emoticon

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PHEBESS 2/5/2012 5:52PM

    I saw the add and clicked on it, read the info - I'd rather read a box and find out all the nutrients as well as the ingredients before I buy any.

Let us know what you think!

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BESTMEPOSSIBLE 2/5/2012 12:40AM

    Hadn't ever heard of the product. I take it that it's a chocolate something? I don't like chocolate, but you should post how you like it.

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"5 Reasons To Get Rid Of Your Skinny Jeans"

Friday, February 03, 2012

Wow, this is a great article and I think will help me clear out the CLUTTER in my closets... The piles of clothes in, on, around the various dressers, chest of drawers, even boxes on the floor.

http://www.sparkpeople.com/myspark/spark
points_content_tracking.asp

I need to get some sleep... want to report later on what clothes went out the door in the morning ("Pink Bag Pick-Up Day" is tomorrow morning, where Am-Vets or similar charity picks up stuff curbside... At least, in our area. Not sure if this is nationwide in USA and I've. O idea what is available in other countries, sorry!)...

  
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LITTLEFARMMOMMA 2/4/2012 3:33PM

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JANNEPERRY 2/4/2012 8:36AM

    hmmmm. I copied and pasted but the link was to the Start Page. Well, how did your decluttering go? I did a lot of that last summer and it will be time to do it again! emoticon

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Do you know the Three Phases of Motivation - Loving Exercise??

Monday, January 30, 2012

I had no idea!

I knew I had a hard time Getting Motivated - seems mythical, at times.

Just got email note from James Fell, funniest but also helpful (and to me, at least, seemingly non-threatening in a way I cannot quite explain, sitting here in the restroom reading email on my phone... ) blogger and writer of articles on exercise, and just read one of his articles written this past week. I would proceed to tell you everything he already wrote, but, oh well, I'm still processing it, what it means for me.

So here, you go read it yourself, if you want, and see what you think. This is the link:

http://www.chatelaine.com/en/article/353
07--learning-to-love-exercise-the-thre
e-stages

I gotta go for a walk!!

  
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JANNEPERRY 2/1/2012 8:13AM

    I totally agree: fear, duty, and passion--I think I slide back and forth from duty and passion sometimes after all these years! emoticon

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JILLYBEAN25 1/30/2012 9:33PM

    The link has to be copied and pasted, not clicked. I'm going to read it now!

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TRYINGHARD1948 1/30/2012 7:01PM

    Sorry,I couldn't get throug o that address.

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DEBK0923 1/30/2012 6:37PM

    thanks for the info

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LTMURPHY7 1/30/2012 6:20PM

 

Tried to click on your link but it won't work

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Inspirational Email I received

Saturday, January 28, 2012

"Watch out!  You nearly broad-sided that car!"  My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows.  I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him.  A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes.  I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad.  Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back.  At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts.... dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain.  The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil.  What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon .  He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature.  He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often.  The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly.  The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it..  He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack.  An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room.  He was lucky; he survived.  But something inside Dad died.  His zest for life was gone.  He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders.  Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults.  The number of visitors thinned; then finally stopped altogether.  Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation.  It seemed nothing was satisfactory.  He criticized everything I did.  I became frustrated and moody.  Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick.  We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation.  The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us.  At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent.  Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages.  I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you!  Let me go get the article..."

I listened as she read.  The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home.  All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression.  Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon.  After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels.  The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens.  Each contained five to seven dogs.  Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me.
I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons: too big, too small, too much hair.  As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down.  It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats.  But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray.  His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles.  But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention.  Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog.  "Can you tell me about him?"  The officer looked; then shook his head in puzzlement.  "He's a funny one.  Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate.  We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him.  That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing.  His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.  "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy.  We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again.  The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said.  I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.  When I reached the house I honked the horn twice.  I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da!  Look what I got for you, Dad!"  I said excitedly.

Dad looked; then wrinkled his face in disgust.  "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one..  And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones.  Keep it!  I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me.  It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples.  "You'd better get used to him, Dad.  He's staying!"

Dad ignored me.  "Did you hear me, Dad?"  I screamed.  At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.  We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp.  He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him.  Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw...

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw.  Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes.  The pointer waited patiently.  Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship.  Dad named the pointer Cheyenne .  Together he and Cheyenne explored the community.  They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes.  They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout.  They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years.  Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends.  Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers.  He had never before come into our bedroom at night.  I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room.  Dad lay in his bed, his face serene.  But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed.  I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on.  As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary.  This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family.  I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church.  The pastor began his eulogy.  It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life..

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2.  "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before:  the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article...  Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter... his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father... and the proximity of their deaths.  And suddenly I understood.  I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly.  Live while you are alive.  Forgive now those who made you cry.  You might not get a second chance.

And if you don't send this to anyone -- no one will know.  But do share this with someone.  Lost time can never be found.

God answers our prayers in His time... not ours...

(NOTE: the above was from an email story I had received. I don't know who the author is or I would have given credit. Just now realizes I had forgotten to post this disclaimer, since this isn't about me or my dad... At least, not yet!!)

  
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RUNNER12COM 3/24/2012 11:40PM

    What a beautiful thing to share. Thank you.

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GETUP-N-GOGIRL 1/30/2012 11:41AM

    Got a lump in my throat (okay, okay! and my eyes teared up a little!) when I read this!

Thanks for sharing it, Julia!

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LITTLEFARMMOMMA 1/30/2012 11:15AM

    Wow. I read this whole story... and I still have goose bumps! Thank you so much for sharing it! emoticon

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JANNEPERRY 1/29/2012 8:35AM

    Thanks so much for sharing this

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PROVERBS31JULIA 1/28/2012 9:13PM

    yes. it's one that gets sent around and around. I had seen it a few years ago and loved it. Hadn't seen it again in awhile, so when I got it earlier today, just seemed it hit on several more layers since more has happened in my life since the last time, and I've no idea who the author is.

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BEYOURBEST1 1/28/2012 4:46PM

    Beautiful and very sad... Things only happen in God's time.
Thanks for sharing.
This was an e-mail that was sent to you, right?

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