Friday, November 11, 2011
I am so provoked, both with myself and with sneaky packaging. Here's my story.
Today for lunch, I had a delicious can of water-packed sardines (not my preferred packed in olive oil). Yeah, I know; not everyone thinks sardines are worth a "delicious" rating, no matter what they're packed in. However, my senior cat and I know better.
Anyway, that was a nice start, and I was in the mood for soup. I had Select Harvest Mexican corn & tortilla soup in the pantry, reasonable calorie count, sounded good today, so I microwaved it and crumbled in half a serving of tostitos for some crunch. Nice. Went to enter it on my tracker, and having forgotten how many calories were in it by the time I went from kitchen to computer, I dug the container out of the garbage to look again. Oh yeah - 110, just what I thought. That gives me plenty of room for veggies and a small apple. OH WAIT! WHAT??? NO! THERE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE TWO SERVINGS IN THAT THING! TWO??? NO WAY! 220 of my precious calories? Not worth it! GRR!
SIGH....OK, I've eaten it; gotta track it. Dare to look at total...hm...only 18 calories over the upper end of the range. That's not so bad. I can easily make an adjustment on my next snack.
I am a literate woman. I know the importance of reading labels, and I usually do. I have no idea why this one didn't catch my attention. And to think I've eaten a couple of those things in the last week or so, thinking I was well within my range. GRR!
Wisdom gained: READ READ READ. Don't assume I know what a serving is. It never occurred to me to question such a generously filling "serving". If I were able to judge and abide by reasonable servings, I wouldn't have a need for food tracking and for this site.
So..."in everything??? give thanks?" Uh...um...hm. Deep breath. Smile.
1. Thanks be that I wasn't much over my calorie range.. What if it had said, God forbid, THREE servings?
2. It WAS pretty good with the tostitos in it. Good thing I enjoyed it because I won't be buying it again.
3. I've had a powerful reminder that I don't know everything.
4. Likewise, that I need to keep reading those labels and not assume anything.
5. Be grateful that I can laugh at myself and not be flung into "revenge" eating--as in "I've blown it, so I might as well do it thoroughly and eat whatever I want the rest of the day. So there."
6. Be glad that it truly was a mistake and not a choice to overeat.
And finally, mistakes are not fatal. I'm human, and I'm going to mess up sometimes, knowingly or not. That doesn't mean I should give up, doesn't mean I'm a failure. IT'S OK TO MAKE A MISTAKE. But I sure will be reading labels more carefully from now on!
Friday, November 04, 2011
My status this morning read,"Sableness loves rainy days!" OK, CHATTYKAY, here's what it's like.
I awake to the sound of gentle rainfall, droplets dancing on the hibiscus leaves outside the bedroom window. I've slept well, thanks be, and am ready to stretch. I start the day with 10-15 min of in bed stretching. By the time I've done that, I feel ready to get up.
My husband tells me he's opened the window just a teeny bit in the family room so we can hear not only the rain, but the water music of the little fountain on the deck (see blog Sanctuary Garden). He's happy that he won't have to water his organic garden today. Somehow the plants know the difference between the water that comes from sprinklers and the water they prefer that falls from the grey sky.
We breakfast on energy shakes to which I've added the rest of a papaya a co-worker brought him. I sit in my large comfortable chair sipping coffee and reading Psalms for Praying by Nan Merrill. Our younger cat wants to join me. She appreciates a warm lap. Actually, she has her eye on the tassel dangling from my bookmark; I have to keep on eye on her, or the little thief will snatch it and run.
I'm smiling; no yardwork today.
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
May you and I and all our SparkPeople community achieve our goals for this month. Help us not to be discouraged if the scale gets stuck, or worse, rises like a hot air balloon.
Keep alive in us the motivation we need to keep going on this journey, and help us avail ourselves of the many resources SP offers, knowing that those who do so are more likely to succeed.
May we remember that we are not the only ones on this path; if we are struggling, so is someone else. Offering words of hope to another may stir up hope in ourselves.
Keep us mindful this day that our little steps add up, and that each of those steps is moving us toward our healthier balanced selves.
Let us take time to be grateful for what is, right now, this day and moment, as well as what we hope for.
Help us to say nice things to ourselves, just as we would to a dearly cherished friend.
Give us this day...the bread of blessing for ourselves and for all of those with whom our lives interweave. AMEN.
(inspired by Nov 1 blog by BLESSEDGMP - thanks, Pat!)
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Note to self: be careful what you ask for. You might get it.
I told my spiritual director that I was looking for ways to help out my hard-working husband. All the overtime makes it hard for him to keep up with things. As I mentioned in my blog SO WHAT'S WITH THE YARDWORK???, I watched him from the kitchen window, working away to plant a fall garden in his overgrown neglected patch. (We are in Florida, in case you wondered where he'd be planting a garden at this time of year.) Much as I dislike working outdoors, I thought, "I can at least help him put the piles he's cleared into trash cans." And, resisting all the way, that was how I got into a great form of workout that I REALLY REALLY would rather not do. You have to realize that my idea of camping is a good B&B. I do NOT like things that bite, sting, buzz, slither, etc, and getting hot and sweaty and dirty is NOT my idea of fun.
In spite of all that, I've been putting in some time out there almost daily, with visible results in the yard, and I'm sure it's helped keep those numbers dropping on the scale.
Last week, I was browsing through a retreat center library, and as so often happens, a book practically jumped off the shelf at me, The Sanctuary Garden. Given that the gardening genes completely missed me, and that I can't even grow a houseplant, I have no idea why the title was so gripping, especially since my backyard, even with all the work done so far, looks nothing like the inviting picture on the book cover.
However..., what it did for me was give me a glimmer of a vision. A sanctuary garden? in my backyard? Hmm. We have a nice deck my husband built before the job with the overtime. I have a great swing out there and a birdbath, frequented not only by birds, but by urban raccoons and the cat next door who thinks a bird-flavored drinking bowl is wonderful.
The overgrowth needs lots of work, a dying orange tree needs to be replaced, and looking at the whole makes me want to run screaming back into the house. But... a sanctuary garden--what would it look like? It wouldn't look anything like that book cover, any more than my typical Florida block house will ever grace the pages of Southern Living magazine. I'm reminded of our very first home, where "fixer-upper" was an understatement worthy of a Brit, and how, over the years, it truly became a sanctuary.
So...what might happen with this backyard in dire need of fixing up if it was destined to grow up into a sanctuary? I think it would have low maintenance hardy plants, especially flowers, that don't mind lots of sun and heat. I can see a couple of benches in addition to the swing. An herb garden, in pots? I already have a thriving, currently out of control patch of rosemary. I can imagine a collection of fresh herbs to add to healthy meals.
I'm so new at this that that's as far as I can envision just yet. But I gave the vision a start when I bought a lovely little fountain at a thriftshop yesterday. I can hear it flowing from my rocker by the back windows. My husband was so pleased. He misses the little pond he had at our last home. I racked up some great wife points; he thought I bought it for him. He was partly right, but mostly I bought it for me, to celebrate a change in outlook and a new vision of A Sanctuary Garden.
Friday, October 28, 2011
DON'T WAIT UNTIL YOU FEEL LIKE IT - More inspiration from Messies Anonymous, apropos to everything we're doing with SparkPeople! Here goes:
JUST DO IT - do not wait till you feel like it. Just move your body through the motions like a robot if that is all you can do. Face the fact that some things do not inspire. It is nice to want to. But do not wait for the humor to hit you. Just do it. Set a timer for 10 or 15 minutes and say to yourself what someone in the group has said, "Only 15 minutes and then I can quit."
--from Messies Anonymous' daily email
Yes, there are days when I have to push myself to get moving, tackle some yardwork, work on a put-off project, clean a corner of my closet, go take a walk. Do I always "feel like it"? NO, absolutely not. But this not so gentle reminder tells me that I can choose it anyway, at least for a limited amount of time. Often I find that once I'm in motion, I can keep going. That 10 min walk around the block becomes a half hour around the neighborhood because I love it once I'm out there. The 10 min attack on a patch of weeds becomes another corner of the yard that looks great.
If I wait till I "feel like it", I could be waiting a very long time. Which reminds me: I don't feel like getting started on today's strength training. Do I say, "Oh well. I'll do it...those fatal words...LATER? Or choose to get up and do it now? I choose to move. NOW!
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