Saturday, November 03, 2012
KEEP IT SIMPLE, STUPID!
I should never forget this, but somehow I do...
My latest trick is working like a charm. So simple.
I read a Spark article about successful maintainers and part of it is weighing every day...so I went back to that. But lo, the same old problem...the yo-yo effect, and the yo-yo-ing was going the wrong way despite my efforts.
Hm...blame the weather? Blame changes to wanting "cold weather food?" Blame the fact that my "exercise" routine had dwindled to LOTS of long walks...ok in itself but not surprising my body much any more...
Blame aging metabolism? Is the difference between 66 and 67 really that great? Naaaaaaaa...
Blame MOI? Weeeeeell...ok...but there must be a way...I am eating more veggies, more fish, that is good...but also a bit more cheese and bread...I've cut way back on alcohol and am finally not missing it that much. A tisane in the evening does not repel me...
I've cut back on nightly snacking - the latest satisfying thing is the frozen banana trick OR a bit of pudding with fruit.
This week, with Sandy, the cold rainy set in, and I am really not into being wet and cold and walking at the same time. Soooooo, shazam, back to Leslie's Walk Away the Pounds, only this time I realized I could beat the boredom factor and learn Italian at the same time. So I've been playing my ItalianPod101 survival phrases while I do the multi-muscle walk. GOOD. But at first, no move on the scale. Surprised body, yeah. Weight loss, naaaa... in fact I went up.
Well, SO WHAT? It's a lifestyle. Maybe I'll be 142-143 forever. If I hang in there. Could be worse.
Enter...TA DA...the refrigerator. More precisely, the refrigerator DOOR. More precisely yet, the whiteboard on the refrigerator door.
Record your lowest weight. On both Spark and the board.
Each day, record your weight that day. Compare. Meditate when you see it on the consequences of what you are about to ingest.
Find substitutes. Bruschetta topping instead of cheese on that cracker. A slice of mortadella instead of cheese on that cocopop.
Are you detecting a cheese addiction here?
You brought the bloody kale home...now COOK IT, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
The number went down. THE NUMBER WENT DOWN! TWICE, EVEN!
Now I'm not getting excited...
But I think the universe is waking me up here...
Yesterday my faithful Omron pedometer quit.
It's 4 years old...and I did drop it...on concrete...
So that little voice said,
just BUY THE FITBIT!
So I did.
I WALKED IN THE RAIN TO BUY THE FITBIT!
And I'm glad I did.
I will let you know how it works out but for now, I have it set up and it is so freaky to go onto your fitness page and see your mileage already there. It counts calorie burn that results from just plain old pottering about, not just your heroic efforts to MOVE.
FITBIT AND FRIDGE, I LOVE YOU!
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Where is your cell phone?
Your favourite thing?
Your dream last night?
What room are you in?
Where do you want to be in 6 years?
HEALTHY & SOLVENT
Where were you last night?
Something that you aren't?
Wish list item?
Last thing you did?
What are you wearing?
Something you're not wearing?
Your favourite store?
Your favourite colour?
When is the last time you cried?
Where do you go over and over?
Five people who email me regularly?
Favourite place to eat?
Favorite place I'd like to be right now?
Friday, October 05, 2012
Fall (or autumn, if you are European!) is my favorite time of year. Brilliant leaves covering the sidewalks and mingling with the lawns still green. I walked nine miles today and this was the last half of my walk, from a quiet neighborhood close to the Penn State music buildings through a park which is just south of my neighborhood.
There were almost no cars on the street, even though it was mid-afternoon, because this neighborhood has succeeded in putting up barriers to keep people from taking shortcuts through their area!
These plants are NOT typical of central Pennsylvania but I liked their drama!
This quiet yard with its bench is more typical...
As I entered the park, the sky was quite dramatic too!
I stopped to rest on a bench with a dad and his 4-month-old baby girl - didn't take a photo though because people are sometimes nervous about that here. Right after that, I came upon this squirrel and was amazed that he did not run away, but looked right at me!
Around the corner, an old man was reading on a bench and I sneakily turned around to catch him without his knowing it...
And a biker rode into the shot! He never looked up from his book.
Further along, a lovely part of the path...
and a feast of colors...I have no idea what these plants are!
Further along, some horses have their home...including one donkey who is a bit hard to see here...
As I walked up the hill, the sky became even more dramatic!
Near the top of the hill, there is a garden beautifully planted and maintained by an environmentalist group here. Lovely flower combinations and colors!
And best of all, these, with ALL my favorite colors together!
After nine miles, my legs were fine, my feet were feeling it, but the rest of me was quite refreshed and happy!
Thanks for joining me in this walk through State College, Pennsylvania!
I'm wishing everyone lovely weather for the weekend!
Friday, July 06, 2012
Not really! Don't get excited! Just going to Rome in my mind. I bought a book years ago, when going to Italy was just a gleam in my eye, which is full of unusual photos and quotations about Italy. I thought I would share some discoveries with you.
"In Italy one learns how to smile at time: perhaps not to get intoxicated by it."
Riccardo Bacchelli, 1962
These two old guys were singing opera in Piazza Navona. Benissimo!
"To An Old Philosopher In Rome" (for George Santayana)
On the threshold of heaven, the figures in the street
Become the figures of heaven, the majestic movement
Of men growing small in the distances of space,
Singing, with smaller and still smaller sound,
Unintelligible absolution and an end---
The threshold, Rome, and that more merciful Rome
Beyond, the two alike in the make of the mind.
It is as if in a human dignity
Two parallels become one, a perspective, of which
Men are part both in the inch and in the mile.
How easily the blown banners change to wings...
Things dark on the horizons of perception,
Become accompaniments of fortune, but
Of the fortune of the spirit, beyond the eye,
Not of its sphere, and yet not far beyond.
The human end in the spirit's greatest reach,
The extreme of the known in the presence of the extreme
Of the unknown.
-- Wallace Stevens
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