Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Here I am, a year and a few months after I first met Spark People. A few pounds down, but nowhere near the healthy sprite I imagined I would be. I forgot about you, Sparky, only checking in occasionally if I ate something particularly good for me or managed twenty minutes of exercise. Too busy, too tired, too whatever.
So why try?
Because I have a lot of years left. Because I love the outdoors. Because I like feeling good. Because there are a lot of cute clothes that want to look good on me. Because I have a significantly younger significant other who deserves someone who will be healthy and happy for a long, long time.
Let's begin again.
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Spring training with friends.
The kind with beer and hotdogs,
watching others run.
Yep, that's the wagon I fell under. Great vacation. And sure, we walked everywhere, but that couldn't make up for the foofy drinks, piles of meat, and fantastic desserts. So I'm back, Sparkpeoples. Let's try again!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Whoa. This just stopped me in my tracks. After a ridiculous week of getting to work at 4 am on three to four hours of sleep, high stress and personal disappointment, avoiding SparkPeople because "I just didn't have time," and CERTAINLY not exercising.... I read this line in an SP article:
“Why shouldn’t my health be the most important thing in my life – it doesn’t make me selfish, just smart!”
There is such an unspoken pride, bravado, even a demand, in my business to be the one who works the most, keeps the weirdest hours, sleeps the least, racks up the most unused vacation days. WHY? How about some new standards of greatness? Let's respect the person who does great work within the 40-hour work week, then balances it out by being a healthy human who has time for the important people and issues in his/her life! There is so much power in those two words: "selfish" and "smart." I am a little shocked, even embarrassed, that I actually feel I am acting selfishly by saying "no" to work. Even worse, I have felt that co-workers are selfish for choosing anything but family over work...it's a deep-down resentment that I try to pretend I don't feel and certainly wouldn't say aloud.
But duh. They're not being selfish. They are being smart. And I am not being selfish by choosing a walk over another re-write, an extra hour at the end of the day to cook with my loved one instead of eating at my desk. I am being smart. Choosing a full-night's sleep over relocating my personal life into those hours because work stole the personal life hours...well, smart!
"Selfish" is a word that has its place in the world. Where it has no business is in my judgment of myself and others regarding the machismo of work. It's not smart to fall apart physically and mentally to win some contest that doesn't really exist.
That phrase stopped me in my tracks. Now it's time to get moving again. Balance is smart. And I plan on getting smarter every day.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
What to do. My scale is as indecisive as I am. During my month of Sparkery, I have ranged up and down the scale, from 165 to 172.5...and not in a good way! I try to weigh first thing in the morning, doing whatever it takes to make myself as light as possible (!). I cannot even begin to guess where the numbers will land each day. Quite frustrating.
This morning, I decided Mr. Scale cannot be trusted. I was mortified to hop on and see that I had gained five pounds. So I put my clothes on, even a heavy belt, and stepped back on. Three pound weight loss. Time to invest in a new scale? Sighhh...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I have never been interested in sharing my weight with others. I have never been interested in complaining about my lack of fitness. I have never been one to criticize myself for my appearance. I'm pretty proud of this.
However, I noticed how much I like seeing the little progress scale below people's comments. They make me think, "wow! way to go, pal!" So I am joining the club. My scale is up. I can't wait to look at it and say "wow! way to go, me!"
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