Sunday, April 04, 2010
While I'd like to have the energy of that kid in the photo, I'm afraid mine (at 71) falls a little short. But on those days when you do happen to wake up feeling energized by all means, make the most of it.
Today is the day to tackle those jobs you are usually "too tired" to accomplish, or clean out the refrigerator, vacuum all the floors, scrub the tubs! There must be a hundred jobs that I could rattle off that all of us seem to avoid with a variety of excuses -- so today is the day to make a dent in that list. When you've got that high energy roll going the task will get done in no time at all, and you can rev up for the next one on your list. Now is not the time to sit and ponder why your reconciliation with the bank didn't jibe, nor is it the time to sit and figure out your income tax. Today is when you want to tackle the hard jobs that require your energy and have you moving around! Leave those sit-down jobs for another time when you're not feeling quite so revved up!
I started out good this morning, made short order of my bedroom and got all the laundry done. Then I made the mistake of looking at my credit card bill and saw that my figures on Quicken didn't quite jibe with the figure on the statement -- that's all she wrote, mama, cause hours later, when I finally had the thing done to my satisfaction, my energy had all drained away too! Yes, I found where the mistakes were, but it cost me hours of my high-energy, and that's such a waste!
Perhaps tomorrow will be another high energy day and I can finish off my list.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I remember one particular little home, positioned close to a bubbling stream; it always looked like something that should have been in a magazine advocating country living with all it's charm. Peaceful, quiet, it was the epitome of living the good life if you liked that country flavor.
The home had a curved walkway made out of some type of smooth stones, and on either side, flanking this walkway were bright red geraniums, blooming profusely. Out toward the rear yard I could see a swing hanging from a big branch, well shaded by the tree supporting it. Visions of backyard picnics from my childhood days sprang to mind, and I found myself envying the children growing up there.
There was seldom anyone visible as I drove past the little home, but one chilly evening as I drove past there was a light visible and a thin trail of smoke coming out of the fireplace chimney. It was enough to start my imagination busy dreaming up pine furnishings and rag rugs on the wooden floors, homey, comfy, and very warm and welcoming.
Children of today seldom know the blessings of the "cottage by the stream" type of upbringing, and it is sad, because those are the memories that are so sweet to look back on as we go about our busy city lives.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Boy Oh Boy! How many of you can remember that far back? It seems like a lifetime ago, and for me, it definitely was! Back then I didn't have to count calories, and I seldom stepped on a scale. If I did happen to step on a scale it was probably because I was in a doctor's office. Weight did not matter to me! It never does when you wear a size 6 and you are super active.
Back in those days 40 was practically "over the hill" and with the active lifestyle that was the only way I knew how to live, who needed to watch what they ate. I can remember that my very favorite dessert back then was pecan pie WITH two scoops of vanilla ice cream on it. I used to go out to lunch sometimes with my husband's boss' wife -- yes, I was already married and had 2 little boys. She would take me to lunch and I'd order that exact dessert. She would sit and look at me with wonder in her eyes. Now I know why.
Years have a way of slipping by and with them the scale did go through a few adjustments. I changed from 105 pounds to 114, then finally at 40 moved to Japan and needed to have a hysterectomy -- now estrogen came into my life and my weight shot up to 124! Good old med's will do it everytime. I thought I was fat, fat, fat!! About that time I got a divorce and eventually remarried, still at 124 pounds at age 50. Then the old clock picked up a little speed as we started our own business and ate every meal in a restaurant! My weight seemed to shoot up overnight, and the rest is history! All I can say in retrospect is "Thank God for Spark People." I'm not at my goal yet, but little by little I can nibbling away at the 162 that I carried around for a number of years.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I think a lot of us could improve our lives and our outlooks if we would try harder to "live in the present." It's kind of like living in the moment, or taking one day at a time. Trying not to reflect too seriously on what may or may not have happened in the past, and trying not to be too concerned about what may or may not happen in the future.
I've met a few individuals who seem so layed back that I think they have the system well under control; but for the majority of us, living in the present is difficult, if not impossible. How do you forget (or put out of your mind) that your husband or wife died "x" number of years ago; or if you have a medical problem, how can you space that out and not worry or wonder about the treatment you will have to undergo?
Perhaps the solution that we are all missing here is one of trust. Trusting to take care of the things we have control of, and accepting the things we cannot control. For those of us who find religion comforting, perhaps simple prayer and trusting in God's will is the only way to make it through problems, and still remain calm and happy.
When I say that it is not healthy to live in the past I am certainly not saying that our fond memories of good times from earlier days and years should be forgotten. The good times should always be in our conscious and unconscious minds, reminding us of what life is all about. It's the bad stuff that we should try to put away in some secret little space. After we have accepted it, thought about it, and have healed with the knowledge of it -- put it away, so it doesn't become "baggage" and rule our lives and behaviors! Think only of the good things, and even there, try not to become so engrossed in the past that you forget the good things that are coming your way each and every day. They may be simple little things, but they are still good.
Today I was thankful that I could sleep as late as I wanted in a wonderfully comfortable bed. I enjoyed my cup of fresh coffee and a piece of toast when I got up. And instead of being annoyed with my Scotty, when she woke me (as she was hunry) I felt thankful that I had a sweet, loving, obedient pet to keep me company. Unconditional love, something everyone covets and few have. I was thankful for my beautiful home and my lovely backyard where I can spend pleasant hours pursuing my hobby of gardening. I was thankful for my good health and although I vent and carry on about my 2 or 3 pound weight gain, I am not in the least ashamed of my shape, and for that I am thankful also.
Make a list of the things you are thankful for each and every day -- and try to live in the present instead of reminiscing about the past, or worrying about the future. Today is a present, treat it like one!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Today I woke up and my face was swollen once again -- this time it was the right side of my lower lip all the way down to my jaw! Made me look funny, but I wasn't laughing! This is getting to be depressing and doctors don't have the slightest idea what is causing it.
My SP calendar said I was to go to the gym at 11:00, but do you know something? I could not force myself to get dressed and go. Sometimes people don't notice what you look like, you could have red and yellow polka dots on your face and they wouldn't give you a second glance -- but maybe I'm overly vain or something, but if there is something different about me I'm always sure people will be staring at me. So I made the decision to stay home until my face was back to normal. Hey! I've been through this hundreds of times over the past 8-1/2 years, so what's one more day?
I slipped on a pair of comfy slacks, and a long-sleeved zip up jacket, didn't do much except pull a few weeds for exercise, mostly I read and watched TV. I tried to eat healthy and tell myself that tomorrow everything will be back to normal (until the next episode!). Maybe for me the lazy day I spent is equivalent to other people binging and eating everything in sight. It seems to do me good to just space out for a day, never leave the house, kind of just cease to exist.
Does anyone else have days like this? Do we owe it to ourselves so we can keep going?
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