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Everything In Moderation

Friday, May 11, 2012

I blogged about my 24 yr. old Granddaughter who called and asked permission to use a story about something I did when I was 14. She was doing a kids book for a class and on her latest call she talked about how she had gone into great detail with her book. She got an A and was very proud of her work. I'm busting buttons. emoticon

She told the story of me working in a neighborhood drugstore. I normally made the 3 mile ride to work on my bike and in the St. Louis summer it could be a hot ride. This was an old time establishment with a soda fountain and no air conditioning. We also had a freezer case where we kept the Popsicles, Dreamsicles, and other frozen ice cream treats. The temperature that day was over 101 degrees and I could have a treat as long as I put it on the tally sheet and Art, the owner, would deduct it from my pay. On that day it turned out that I ate an entire box of Dreamsicles. No problem - right. Wellll, when I got home I also ate a quart of ice cream. Everything was just fine when I went to bed that night. Still no problem. Wellllll!

The next morning I woke up with excruciating abdominal pain. I couldn't move because it hurt so much. Mom called the doctor and he told her he would meet us at the hospital. No ambulance could have gotten me there as fast. My Mom was a very fast driver. The hospital immediately took me in and 3 doctors examined me. Two said it was Appendicitis but my Dr. Kellogg wasn't convinced. He got me into the operating room and opened my abdomen up wide open and discovered that I had Acute Mesenteric Lymphatinitis. As it turned out it's not as dangerous as Appendicitis but it sure messed me up. Dr. Kellogg attributed it to all of the frozen food I had consumed in a short period of time.

I'm sure it was a coincidence but I grew 12 inches in the next 12 months. Neither the amount of Ice Cream I consumed nor the amount I grew can be called moderation.

I guess the morale of this story is that if I don't practice moderation I will end up lying in the back seat of a 55 Merc. with a crazy driver at the wheel rushing me to the hospital. emoticon

Enjoy the ride,

Lew


  
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MDBUTTERFLY 5/17/2012 9:33AM

    Ah yes...moderation! In a nutshell what Im working on now...not always easy but such an easy thought.

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MADDIEKEEZER3 5/13/2012 7:08PM

    Terrific, Lew!

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HAVEFUN2LOSE 5/12/2012 4:24AM

    Ha ha ha emoticon

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The Frog Leg Diet

Thursday, May 10, 2012

One summer when I was somewhere around 12 years old I was visiting my Grandparents for a week and My Uncle Freddy, 3 years older, got the idea that the two of us would camp out on the farm for 3 days. We would hunt for our food and live off the land. He had a canvas tarp that would be our shelter and we took a pack with a few basic cooking tools and off we went. Grandma's rule was that we had to stay on their farm - 140 acres. Then, with the wisdom of a saint, she handed us a bag of her biscuits to take with us. emoticon We couldn't say no.

We took our 22 caliber rifles figuring we would get squirrels for meat and the wild berries were ripe so we were in great shape. Ahhhh the ignorance of youth. Covering 140 acres we never found a squirrel in 3 days. After just eating biscuits and Gooseberries the first night we set off on the second day with a biscuit and berry breakfast. By lunch time we were hungry so we went to the creek and found some bullfrogs and cooked frog legs over an open fire. That was lunch, and then more frog legs for dinner - with a biscuit and berries. For breakfast the next morning we got more frogs, and then for lunch, and then for dinner. We spent the third night in the woods very close to the house and hurried in for breakfast. Grandma fed us a huge breakfast and we ate like there was no tomorrow. The crazy thing about that experience is that I still like frog legs - but they were much better when Grandma cooked them. emoticon

At an early age I had learned that a severely restricted diet sucks but if it has biscuits it's tolerable. However, the minute we were off that diet we went right back to our old eating habits. Sound familiar. There wasn't anything fried in our diet and it was sort of balanced but it was a flawed idea from the start. We had sold that snake oil to ourselves and since I have already tried it I'm not buying any more. So, when anyone tries to convince you that a "diet' is better than the Sparkpeople approach then it's your call. Me - - I'm saying "no thanks" to the frog legs.

Enjoy the ride,

Lew

  
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TESENISIS1 5/16/2012 9:03AM

    HAHAHAHA!!!! That is too funny and reminds me of times growing up on the farm myself...of course I woul dhave been back at the kitchen door by the next meal!

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IDLETYME 5/14/2012 6:03PM

    I never had frog legs and there are enough things around that I probably never will!
I loved your story and your camping out on your own. I'm afraid that most kids now would rather be close to a McDonalds. emoticon emoticon

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FROGLADYPK 5/14/2012 5:42PM

    I love the way you always have a good story with a wise ending. Sort of made me want some froglegs though:o)


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MADDIEKEEZER3 5/13/2012 7:02PM

    Oh gad, I love it!! The story, that is. Not the frog legs. emoticon

Comment edited on: 5/13/2012 7:04:12 PM

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NAHZEEJUNE 5/10/2012 4:36PM

    When I was young girl, about 2nd or 3rd grade I remember my dad would go (gigging) for frogs. He'd back a big tow-sack filled with frogs. He would fry them up with cornmeal and flour. I remember how delicious they were back then, but to this day I can't bring myself to eating a single frog leg

Thanks for the blogg, it brought back a fond memory.

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ZIMZUMPOGOTWIG 5/10/2012 4:22PM

    I remember eating frog legs when I was younger

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Old Dog - New Tricks

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

There's a saying, at least where I grew up, that goes like this: "You can't teach an old dog new tricks". I'm going to try to dispel that myth. After 7 decades of learning I may qualify as an expert on the subject. Wellllllll, maybe I know a little about it. When did I get to be an old dog. According to my body it happened about 20 years ago - give or take 15 years. emoticon

Learning is not the exclusive domain of the young and "set in your ways" is not exclusive to senior citizens. That "set in you ways" thing is the biggest obstacle to learning new tricks.

I grew up eating meat and back then, in the Midwest, steaks were cooked well done. I went to college on the east coast and after flight training I joined a squadron on the east coast. We found that a lot of those folks ate their steaks RAW!!! emoticon At least it looked raw to me. My wife grew up eating the same dry steaks that I did and one night we decided to try a steak medium. Son of a gun - it was GOOD. From there we tried medium rare and really liked that. I have an Uncle back home and he has never eaten anything but a well done steak and won't try anything else. Come on - you don't learn new things unless you either try it or educate yourself. My Uncle is 3 years older than me but definitely "set in his ways".

I learned my multiplication tables by sitting down and memorizing them. The teacher gave me the sheet of paper and all I had to do was learn it. It was 1948, I was 7,definitely not "set in my ways", and eager to learn. Now I'm 70, wanting to change, eager to learn, but, I'll admit it, "set in my ways" and have been for a long time.

Changing my eating is requiring me to eat a lot of new things and replacing some old friends. Well, I thought pizza, cheese, pie, cookies, and snack crackers were my friends until I couldn't bend over and touch my toes. I don't visit those friends much these days but I'm making new friends. My old "way" was eating Oatmeal cookies but now I learned a new trick. I can make a bowl of Quaker Oatmeal, toss on some fruit, have a cup of Yogurt, and enjoy my breakfast. It's only one step in learning how to eat better but one of many steps that I need to take. My teacher for this is Sparkpeople. It's all laid out here for me but I have to put in the work to learn it and to do it. I'm starting to understand that I do have to deal with stress eating. I thought that was other people. Wrong! emoticon I thought it would be easy to go back to exercising regularly. Wrong again. I have to push myself every day and understand that the TV is not my friend. In fact, I thought this whole thing would be a piece of cake. I was obviously delusional. emoticon

This change is definitely not a diet. My weight was the catalyst for change but I finally figured out that it isn't the true measure of the change. This old dog is learning a lot of new tricks - and some things about myself that I'm not happy with. emoticon

Enjoy the ride,

Lew

  


Maintaining Perspective

Monday, May 07, 2012

The year was 1959 and my High School basketball team was playing in the regional finals. I was a starting forward on the team. When our opponent took the floor it was obvious we were in trouble. At 6 ' 2" I was the second tallest guy on our team. The shortest player on the other team was 6' 2". emoticon Not only were they tall but the were good players. By halftime we were down 15 points but still full of fight. Starting the second half the teams switched the basket they were shooting at. To start the second half the two centers jumped up to tip the referees toss. Four players scrambled for the ball and I came out of the pile with it. About 4 dribbles later I was soaring high for the layup and realized that I was so high I could dunk the ball so I slammed it through the net. Well, it wasn't quite a slam but it was a dunk. Remember, this was 1959 and dunks were rare then. There was a brief roar and then stunned silence. Remember what I said about switching ends. OOPS! emoticon When I realized that I had scored for the other team I was mortified. Remember when you were 17 and every embarrassment was the end of the world. After a pep talk Coach Mitch left me in and we lost the game by almost over 20 points. The next day at school was brutal on my shattered ego. emoticon

Fast forward about 5 years and I'm at my parents house on leave. My wife and I joined my parents at a big picnic and a lot of the parents that saw the infamous game we there. My mortifying mistake had totally changed their memory of the game. All they talked about was how we lost by 2 points. The 2 points that I scored for the other team. I never disagreed with them because it didn't make any difference by that time. By then it was just something else to laugh about. My perspective had changed.

As I work on this change in lifestyle I find that I have to keep reminding myself to keep things in perspective. God, family, friends and duty first. I need to talk to God when things upset me and that settles me down. Those talks remind me that no one is trying to sabotage me. If my wife or daughter want snack foods in the house I don't have to stuff them in my face. If I track my nutrition I know when I can have a goodie and when not. That's my job - not theirs. I find that I can pretty much work around anything if I think before I eat. If we're having a birthday party for a family member there WILL be cake, Ice Cream, and other foods. My three older grandsons eat like horses. The food is part of the fun for them so I work around it. If I go a little over on my calories I can pick it up later but the family comes first. I'm afraid that some people read this as I have great willpower. Not on your life. I need to change old habits so I can take care of my family and that's what motivates me. I need to weigh less than 180 pounds or my back can put me in bed for days. It did when I weighed 205. It's not willpower, it's a duty. That's me and things may be different for you.

My ego says that I should be using heavy weights when I work out but my shoulders can't handle the strain so I use light weights and work and work. It's not manly but it keeps me the use of my arms. I look at my body and I want more muscle and I want it fast. Forget about it. This is going to take a long time but I will, eventually, get enough to do what I need to do. Will I look like the P90X guys? emoticon Do I care. Nope!

Keeping everything in perspective prevents the deep lows and unrealistic expectations. Five years from now I will not remember that piece of cake I ate at my Grandson's 18th birthday party but I'll remember him. emoticon

Enjoy the ride,

Lew

  
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REXTINE1 5/8/2012 6:33PM

    I loved your blog, and I guess I was lucky because I didn't have any problems until 1999 when I mistook a snowmobile trail for a nature trail and took my dog for a 13 mile walk in the woods. After that my right knee hurt enough so I couldn't sleep, and after a lot of research I decided that I had to lose weight. I was 332 at the time, and today both knees are fine. I did start cooking for myself after a couple of months when I caught my wife rendering the fat she cut off a roast, so I really relate to having the temptations around. They're still around, and I do give in once in a while, but I do more than half the cooking now.

I also notice that I can't do as much as I would when I was 30 or 40, but that's OK as long as you keep moving.

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MDBUTTERFLY 5/8/2012 8:44AM

    Oh so true...perspective is key...and so easily lost. Im working to keep mine in proper sight.
Another great one Lew! So glad to read you =)
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I'll Be Scarce for a while

Sunday, April 29, 2012

I lost 1.5 lbs. this week so I'm working the program and it's working for me. For the last two nights the computer has eaten my blog when I tried to post it but I'll figure out that problem.

I'll be on here but less than normal so I can deal with two sick women in the house and stay on track with everything. Basically, I'm moderating my computer time. It's that or not work out and that's not happening.

Enjoy the ride,

Lew

  
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REXTINE1 5/5/2012 5:01PM

    You're in worse shape than I am - I only have one sick woman. I've gotten really good at housework.

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FROGLADYPK 5/3/2012 12:57PM

    Sending get well wishes for your two ladies, Lew. And computer time does indeed take from our other priorities so we should all understand that. Looking forward to your return occasionally and your blogs, that seem to have a lot of motivation and common sense in each one. On with the journey.

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RORYLYONS 5/2/2012 10:13PM

    Will keep your family in my prayers to get well soon..

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MDBUTTERFLY 4/30/2012 9:49AM

    Keeping you and yours in my prayers Lew! emoticon

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HAVEFUN2LOSE 4/30/2012 4:24AM

    We will miss you, BUT I know how that feels with my DH about to have an op and my mum about to have a brain scan.
Look after you all and we will see you when you can drop in emoticon

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GREYGRANNIE 4/29/2012 6:38PM

    We'll miss you but life takes the upper seat. We'll be watching for your return when things cool down a bit for you.


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HONBAD 4/29/2012 4:34PM

    I hope they get better soon! Much more important to sacrifice computer time than workout time. We'll miss you!

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RCMAPLES 4/29/2012 3:13PM

    Take care of the Ladies, Lew. you're a good man, too, Magee.

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