Thursday, October 20, 2011
The photo you see of me if not my usual way of posing. In fact, lots of things about the past year of my life have been different -- and that's OK, because change is good.
Before I got married this last time I had never hiked (per sie), had never checked out archaeological sites, and seldom gazed up at the stars and tried to remember the names of the various constellations. But these are interests of my new husband, so I'm trying to learn about them, and be interested also. After all, many of our trips revolve around these things, so if I want to enjoy my vacations, I need to enjoy the subjects.
Birthdays are a good time to meditate over how your life has gone, where you are now, and what you see in the future. I'm no exception to that rule, and while my time with SP has certainly been long enough for me to have gained my goal over and over again, I am still at least 10 pounds away from it. I don't tell myself I'm a failure over this 10 pound discrepancy and most of the time I'm not "too" upset about it. I do realize that if I had the gumpsion to double my exercise routine or even perhaps never allow myself any of the little temptations that come into my life (you know, "that one small brownie") then perhaps I would have made my goal long ago.
Over the course of 3 years with SP I have certainly made numerous changes in my life, and I've learned sooooo much from reading motivational blogs, health articles and just plain reading anything and everything that I came across. I've even gotten so interested in the Healthy Lifestyle that I've started watching "The Biggest Loser" on TV. Hard to relate to someone like that, as although I'm only 5'2, my heaviest weight ever was 162, hardly joined the ranks of the people I was watching on TV. And when I see what their trainers put them through, I shudder -- I could never withstand such rigors of training. That's another good reason not to let myself get out of hand.
I now hover around 143 to 146. Not perfect, although I do feel quite healthy and good for having just turned 73 years old. I know that each year of my life that goes by now will have a bigger impact on me. Between the ages of 25 and 30 I don't remember much of any change in my body at all -- except that I was through having children. I remember when I hit 40 I had a hysterectomy and not too long after that had to start taking estrogen (and with each new pill it seems one's weight goes up a little). Back in those days the scale had creeped all the way up to 119 - Wow! lol Then one day I reached 50 years old and my weight was at a very heavy 124 (to my mind) -- I was going to see a dietician!
The BIG turn came after that, my husband and I decided to start our own business. We did not mind the hard work, what I did mind was eating every meal in a restaurant! My weight crept up steadily until I was at 150 pounds without really noticing what had happened. It was very fast, I'll tell you that. That carried on for a couple of years, and it was time for my DH to retire. We moved to Sedona and lived the good life. The good life involved going out with friends, drinking, eating -- and the weight nudged up just a little to settle at around 152 to 157 with no change of clothing size.
There were times when I would catch sight of myself in a photo and realize the "petite little thing of yesteryear" was gone forever! And I would try to watch what I ate, and be more active. I'd lose a little - gain it back. Nothing unusual there. To me it was a "diet" not a change in lifestyle, and certainly not healthy living!
Lots of changes have happened in my life, but one of the best changes was joining Spark People! While I have not yet reached my goal, I still believe I will, and I do feel that I am a very healthy woman at age 73, with many, many more years to enjoy!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
I've never had any trouble sleeping, and I LOVE to sleep. Especially during the winter months it feels cozy to snuggle down in bed early in the morning for some extra ZZZZ's. But for some reason I found myself sleeping late nearly every morning this summer. I'm not talking about staying in bed until noon or anything, maybe just 7:30 or so. But even by 7:30 in AZ it has reached the point where it is uncomfortably HOT out. There were a few mornings I would drag myself out of bed around 6:00 and my dog and I could enjoy a refreshing walk.
It wasn't until the end of this last vacation that I started to wake up a bit earlier in the a.m.
Now I find myself wide awake and ready to get up at 6:30, and even in Phoenix, where we are still seeing temps very close to 100 -- it's cool and refreshing at 6:30. The sun hasn't had a chance to really "blast" us yet at that hour. My dog has started looking forward to these early morning walks, and strangely enough, I have too!
For three days my scale stubbornly clung to the same old number, but finally now, on the fourth day of two walks per day it slipped down .2 -- I know that's not much, but it's a start. I'm happy with it, and if this keeps up I could be down a pound by the end of the week.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
"I ought to kick your butt!" Ya, that's what I say to myself, over and over when evening comes and I haven't had the opportunity or gumption to get out there and put in time with a really good workout.
I try to smooth over my guilt and bad feelings a bit by reading how even Healthy Lifestyle magazines and articles tell us 3 times a week is great. Bump it up a little if you can! So, why, if I am exercising 6 times a week, do I beat myself up when I miss just one? You'd think I could justify in my own mind that missing one day once in awhile isn't the end of the world, and it probably won't even create a little blip in the scheme of things.
The reason I can't accept that reasoning is that I know for "me" even if I've eaten the most perfect food all day -- skip the exercise and the weigh just isn't going to come off! If you look at the overall plan, I do realize there are days that even with the right food AND exercise, the scale just sits there. And all I can do then is shrug my shoulders. But I'll bet there are more people like me out there that know, in the back of their mind -- that the reason no weight came off TODAY, was because we were lazy slobs and didn't exercise!
I'm sure a shrink could find a hidden meaning here, but let me tell you -- it is really something that is hard to overcome! I'm harder on myself than anyone else ever thought of being.
Sunday, October 09, 2011
We decided to drive to Taos as there was a really old Catholic Church I wanted to see. We stayed at a place called El Pueblo Lodge as there were no Holiday Inn's in Taos. But the room looked nice and in the corner was a pueblo type fireplace. I LOVE F/P's and as soon as we had gone out for dinner and come back I lit the fire. Soon the room was cozy warm and I turned off the lights and we watched TV by firelight -- romantic, huh?
Morning came and I found we had no electricity (except the light in the bathroom) and alas, no WATER! Luckily we planned on leaving that day anyway, and at the front desk they said most of the town was affected. Some rooms had electric, some didn't -- when the electric went out, the pump wouldn't work that supplied the water, so....... no breakfast either.
Our car was covered by about 5 or 6 inches of snow -- and of course we didn't own a snow scraper -- we're from Phoenix! This definitely wasn't a planned attraction of our vacation, and we were glad it lasted for just one night. Temperatures started out at 40F the next day, and it's still cool here in Farmington, where we're staying tonight, but probably more like about 50-60F, definitely better than 40F.
Appears we went from summer to winter all in one 2-week trip! Keep sparkin'
The good thing is my weight is holding steady!
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Yesterday morning we left Alomogordo to make the drive to Albuquerque. As we drove along I saw a sigh for pistachio's -- and I asked DH if we could stop. The way I figured is they should be much cheaper than in the store, because they had cut out the middleman. So before long, there it was in a little building alongside the road! I went inside and saw they also sold them in various flavors, and even made up into various flavors of pistachio brittle. But my good humor went down the drain when I saw the price! About $2.00 per pound more than I pay in our local grocery stores back home! To me these pistachio's were no better than the ones I had been buying -- so why pay more? Needless to say, we left empty handed.
So as we drove along observing the various changes in the scenery, I fiddled around filing my fingernails and applying lotion. As usual I took off my wedding band and stuck it between my legs, so I wouldn't get any lotion on it. New Mexico is mostly quite flat and boring, and the scenery today was no exception. As noon time came and went, I sat, wondering if I wanted a cookie or maybe one of my snack bars. I came to the conclusion that one of the blue plums I had bought would be good, mentioned it to DH and almost immediately he pulled to the side of the road so I could retrieve it from the lift-gate in the back of our SUV. So I ate that and also nibbled away on a cookie that he had gotten out for me.
The sun had been hot on our outing he day before, and quite some time later I was holding my arms out in front of me, observing (and admiring) how it had deepened my suntan. It was about that time that I noticed my wedding band was missing! My hand went between my legs and then I looked down on the floor in front of me. NO RING! I turned to George and told him my ring was gone. I said it must have fallen out when I got out to get the blue plum. So it was gone for good! Who would possibly know where we had stopped about an hour ago, and it was back some 65 miles or so.
But DH said, we'll turn around and go look. I looked at him and said, "But how can you know where we pulled over next to the road? How would anyone know?" But he said he knew. And we started back. I looked at the clock and it was 1:45, so that meant we had stopped at about 12:45. No use even starting to look until about 2:30 or later. However, he did drive just a bit faster going back than he had coming, and at around 2:30 or so we began remembering little things about where we stopped. I knew there was a large bush or tree along the road about 1/4 oF a mile down the road. His memory was even better as he was driving. He said we had gone through an area that had lava (black) covering the entire area. And we both remembered it was on a downhill stretch of the highway. Another good clue was that when I opened the ice chest for the plum, I noticed the bananas were overly ripe -- and I threw them out so small animals or birds could eat them. And as I had tossed them in the ditch we also noticed a dark bottle laying next to where they landed. We made a U-turn and made our first inspection of the side of the road all the way down -- I was looking out the window and he was driving slow. NOTHING! Then he turned around and said we would try again. I told him to let me out and I would walk along the side and could spot it easier. After all -- it was MY FAULT the ring was gone! I did not spot the bottle or the bananas along the road. And by now I had met up with my DH, driving slowly over the same area again. But he wanted to look again. I had about given up, but not George. He said - never give up. So I said I would drive and he could look. We went all the way to the top again. Closer and closer we drove toward the tree, until finally I said, "NO, I'm sure we were not this close to the tree -- it's gone, we are never going to find it." But George kept looking. A few minutes later he said "I see the bananas!" I hadn't spotted them as they were now completely brown -- I was looking for something much more yellow! So I walked the carlength ahead of the bananas and began searching the grass along the pavement. Knowing we were in the right spot, but my ring was awfully small and I still kind of had doubts about finding it. But suddenly I saw it laying about 3 feet from the edge of the pavement, laying on some gravel. With a big smile I bent over, picked it up, and placed it on my finger.
After thanking God -- I turned to my hubby and said I would have to be extra good to him for even agreeing to drive all that distance back! Miracles do still happen! Believe me, seeing that ring was the highlight of my day!
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