Thursday, March 19, 2009
I've thought about this so much lately, why does my "healthy lifestyle" progress seem to be in a constant yo-yo state? There are lots of answers to that, and most of them would be true. Number one is that you have to consistently eat good, healthy food and exercise. OK, I've slipped up on that one more than once. Number two: You have to consistently eat good, healthy food and exercise. Oh, OK -- I get it. So I've let too many temptations slide in and there have been too many times that I didn't go to the gym, maybe didn't even take my dog for the walk she enjoys so much! It's a fact of life. But I scratch my head and wonder WHY? It's not like I'm a kid, I'm an adult. I want to do this!
Do I? Do I REALLY want to do this? You know that deep down, when you're just dying for a good burger and maybe some of your Mom's homemade potato salad to go with it, there is this little voice that says to you "it will put your calories over for today; just have a small patty of the beef and some steamed veggies instead." But the other voice, the one closer to your heart says, "I want the burger. I want the potato salad."
NOW I'm starting to get it. The things we give up voluntarily may be hard, but we do it for all sorts of reasons. Like my best friend gave up smoking when she learned she was pregnant because she really wanted to do it. Yes, she still had all the cravings, but her incentive was strong enough to see her through. I decided to give up drinking soda when I first set off to have a more 'healthy lifestyle' first of all because regular soda is filled with meaningless sugar, and diet soda contains artificial sweeteners which have been receiving bad press lately. At first I kind of missed them -- but one day I discovered I didn't miss them at all, and actually had no desire for them any longer. That's the secret. You have to WANT to stay away from certain things in the food line. Just like you have to WANT to get in that exercise, and it can be for a number of reasons. Eventually your body CRAVES that exercise! And your new healthy body does not CRAVE the bad foods that are the worst temptations.
Monday, March 16, 2009
So you wanna give up, huh? You've either hit a plateau or you're a yo-yo like me. Well, let me say something you're not going to like -- right up front, I'm not trying to hide this. If you're like me you say you've been working SO HARD! Do you ever admit to those times that you didn't go to the gym because you were just plain lazy. Yes, I've had a few of those days. And how about at night when you were sitting around watching TV and the munchies got the best of you. Those potato chips, salsa, a glass of wine or beer, any of the snacks that taste so good going down can really sabotage you when you step on the scale the next morning.
But, I know the feeling. When you're feeing down in the dumps it's easy to remember the times you weren't exactly the star pupil in this "healthy lifestyle" thing you're adapting to. No, Little Miss Pig-Out would be better; or maybe Procrastinator of the Year. If the shoe fits, wear it is my motto. We all get down. We all have days when we just want to throw in the towel and call it quits. It's too hard, it takes too long, is it even worth it? Stop and think where you were a year ago! If you weighed less a year ago, then, buddy, get off your butt and get out there and work like your life depends on it. Because it does! And if you weighed MORE last year than you do now, then stop feeling sorry for yourself and realize that putting it on didn't happen overnight, and neither does taking it off.
My final word is this: "If you don't have anyone to give you a pep talk, then give one to yourself."
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I wonder if any of us are ever satisfied with our bodies or our weight? I can remember going through my 20's and never giving a thought to what I ate or even how much I weighed. During that time period I gave birth to three healthy childrn and concentrated more on raising them while working full time than I did to my personal appearance. If I could think of something to cook for dinner at night that was wonderful. If we ate it and enjoyed it, that was even more wonderful. Was it healthy and nutritious. Doubtful.
During my 30's and 40's I remember seeing the scale creep up a few pounds at times and I would "watch what I ate for a few days" and it would immediately drop off. Looking back in time I suppose I was one of those lucky people with a high metabolism. I looked good in my clothes and didn't really have to worry too much about what I ate.
When I turned 50 my life changed drastically. Somewhere during my 40's I had gotten a divorce, and at 50 I was getting married again. I weighed 124, a fact that upset me drastically. I had undergone a hysterectomy and had begun taking estrogen, an action that caused my weight to shoot up by 6 pounds nearly overnight. With hindsight I think the 124 sounds like an absolutely terrific weight for me. I looked excellent, I felt good, and my dress size was a 6!
My husband and I started our own business and began putting in the long, long hours that go along with that action. Our meals were eaten in a restaurant 99% of the time. Even breakfast. Don't ask me why as it sounds stupid now; it saved no time and the calories were adding up rapidly. Within a few months my weight had shot up by 25 pounds. Didn't I notice what was happening? I had to have changed clothing sizes! But perhaps I concentrated so fully on the business that I blocked my mind to everything else. There it was and I had no time or energy to do anything about it. We had one day off and that day was usually spent doing laundry.
I don't have a "and we lived happily ever after" sequel to this story, it is just another tale of how the pounds crept up on me slow but sure. That same 25 pounds stayed with me for years until 2008 when I changed my lifestyle and began to think only of me and what was going in my mouth. Along with steady exercise it is beginning to work it's way off and stay off.
But again, am I satisfied? Will I ever be? That remains to be seen.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
The holidays are upon us and the following is written as a link to my Team called "Writer's Workshop" on a challenge where we are given one sentence (see above) and we elaborate on it.
I start tomorrow on my countdown toward Christmas. I know that most, if no all, of my schedules, notes and actions between now and "C" Day will literally drive my husband nuts, but this is what we face each and every year. If you'd like a brief rundown of what all this entails, let me take you on a merry little tour.
Day One: I get up early, clean the houe thoroughly and then begin to drag in all the Christmas boxes. Actually I usually try to get my husband to participate in the dragging in part. The tree is the Center of Attraction, so it is put up first, and the 'theme' is what dictates how the rest of my decor will look.
Day Two: The tree is assembled and put up, with hubby's help. He's even gotten to where he will hang some of the higher ornaments on the tree, but when I begin to turn into Ms. Perfection he's gone -- out of there as though his very life depended on it, and maybe it did. Some of the other decorations are also put into place. The brass reindeer with the sleigh full of presents gets the mantle, plus each deer has a red candle in it's special little holder. The Mother/Father/ Son/Daughter Christmas carollers are on the island in the kitchen. Wreaths are placed on the front door, both inside and outside, and a big basket of pine cones are placed by the fireplace. Did you know they are a great way to start the fire?
Day Three: Things are shaping up and it's time to spend the day shopping. I know one day won't take care of it, but let's get some of the ho-ho-ho out of the way, so I don't start to develop ulcers! Let's see, there's Dillard's, Best Buy, Costco, Macy's, and Penny's. Did I forget Best Buy, Fry's Electronics and Walmart? Also for special picky people I frequently go to Home Goods, Pretenses, Hallmark and the Athletic Club. And if I don't know them, and haven't a clue? Then it's Gift Cards or Baskets of Fruit will do! I'm worn to a frazzle and the day is now over, tomorrow I'll wrap 'em and that will be it.
Day Four: Wrappings and ribbon, bows and gift cards. Oh, and let's not forget the mailing list for the cards. My daughter peeked in to see if she could help, and now she is up to her elbows in cookie baking. For the neighborhood families and friends and all of those kids who you see all year long, they're looking forward to the things that we bring.
Day Five: The 18th already! I'm getting quite nervous, the "C" Day is only one week away. Do I have time to finish? Will I get it all done? By the looks of this mess I haven't even begun!
Day Six: I'm planning our Christmas Day feast, sitting down to the computer. I need times and schedules to make it come out right, trust nothing to memory, or wonder if you bought it. And if you bought it, where did you put it. I'm starting to worry, my memory is no good. My hubby came to my rescue today, he fixed me a Nog and I told him "OK" and it tasted so good and went down in a flash, that I fixed us another, and sat on the couch.
Day Seven: I've thought of some more stuff I need at the store, so back to Macy's I went like a streak, I forgot my husband, and that wouldn't do, he'd laugh at me, and tease me, like my brothers used to do. A cashmere sweater will be just the thing for him, and suspenders for Uncle John will be sharp, and a dozen shirts in colors for my older sister's husband. I know that sounds like an awfully, awfully lot, but he's spoiled rotten and my sis will take some back. I'm tired outagain and all I can think of is sitting down in a quiet little pub with some Christmas cheer of my on.
Day Eight: It's Sunday and I got up late. I'd better go to church cause I've asked an awfully lot of God in my prayers lately. It's time to show respect and my love, by golly! Sitting quietly does the heart good, especially his time of year, and it's safe to say Merry Christmas in here. We all know it's Christ's Day and not just for presents. Let's keep that in mind; we so often forget.
Day Nine: We've got all of the baskets laid out on the table, with cute lacy linings all in place, so let's get these cookies organized and may our little assembly line be successful. Two sons and a daughter I've enlisted to help, and a hubby that's promised to be a good elf; and he will deliver as soon as we're ready! Come Dancer, come Prancer, we'll need ALL of you. In a flash we had all of the baskets near filled, and I've wrapped them in cellophane and tied in a bow, so all of the goodness will clearly show through. My husband is loaded them all up in the van and soon he'll be ho! hoing! all over the land (well for a couple of blocks anyway).
Day Ten: There's today and tomorrow and then it's the big "C" -- everyone is nearly ready, hey! even me! I've surprised myself, and it wasn't too bad, lists really do work, and with a little help, even the most disorganized family can come through. We've wrapped, polished or decorated everything in sight. Even the dog has a bow in her hair, and yes, of course it's the red and gold ribbon that I choose to use. Hey honey! Is there any eggnog left?
Day Eleven: Here we are at last, tonight is Christmas Eve. I've bathed, fixed my hair, put on make-up and a brand new dress of red; I've fussed and preened and know I look my best. A spritz of perfume and I'll meet you at the tree! As I come down the stairs, my heart pounding with anticipation, I call out in glee -- "Honey let's have a little Christmas spirit, and I'll see you at the tree!"
Merry Christmas to all.
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