Saturday, November 19, 2011
While vacations always have many happy moments, it is quite likely there will be one or two things you can look back on and laugh about -- but while you were experiencing them, they weren't so funny!
Our first day I guess the highlight was attending the Ballet Folklorica of Mexico as it was spectacular! The choreography was outstanding, and the whole thing seemed happy and full of joy!
Highlight of the second day was the amazing archaeological sites we had the good fortune to visit. How they can look so good after all these thousands of years of amazing. And the museums are so interesting -- we have many photo's but they will not be available until after we get home.
The traffic is enough to make you shutter -- and the silver lining for the day is that you have a driver, one who is an experienced professional -- I do not wish to drive at 80 km with bare inches separating me and the car next to me. You need an excellent sense of distance perception so you aren't scraping your car up. It would be very wearing on my nerves to say the least. Plus the fact that for no reason at all the police will decide to block a road, and that means a detour. Fine and dandy is you are a native and well acquainted with the various routes. A true disaster if you are a foreigner like us.
Then yesterday as we were zipping along one of their freeways, suddenly the traffic came to a sudden stop! And I do mean STOP! As far as the eye could see the cars had come to a halt -- looking back as far as you could see the traffic was also stopped. Three lanes of traffic, all stopped. Why? We wondered. But with the language barrier we had no idea. Finally our tour guide found out from others who were stopped that there were protesters causing the blockade, and they were protesting the price of fuel. Can't blame them for that. The gas prices in Mexico are even higher than in our own Arizona! Would it help them to do the blockade? NO! After all -- what purpose would it serve? But we sat in line with every other car as there was no way out -- sat for a total of about 5 hours!
We can laugh about it now, but it wasn't the least bit comfortable or funny at the time. I was constantly worried that I would have to go to the restroom, of which there were NONE! Luckily nothing happened and we were finally on the way, and naturally my first request was for our tour guide to find us a toilet. I know the Spanish word for that (bano) -- because with IBS I always worry about problems like that.
Today there were no such problems. Our only problems today was to find a taxi get them to understand where we wanted to go, and what the cost would be. At the end of the day (actually about 3:00 p.m.) I was exhausted and more than ready to head back to our hotel.
Travel is great, but it can really zap your energy level.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Tired of spending my time doing housework, I decided that going to the gym couldn't be any harder than what I was experiencing at home. So I went . . . .
I tried the stair stepper first. The first several steps made me feel like I could keep this up all day -- it was so EASY. I moved the level up to a "3" so the steps would come up a little faster. Now it was making me pant a little, my breath was coming much faster and it was much harder. I had gone 2 floors so far.
I'm getting out of breath and I think my pulse is about 115, the little indicator says I have now gone 5 floors! I think I can hold on to make a couple more.....pant, pant I know I must be losing a LOT of weight!
I finally see that I have made it for 7 floors; and I press the STOP button. I slide to the floor, grateful to be done with that one. Next exercise will be something a bit easier -- get my heartbeat back down to normal. So I try the treadmill. As I first start to walk at 2.5 the indicator says my pulse is 98, so it's already dropped a lot. I up my speed to 3.0 for a minute or two, then on up to 3.3 as the distance is accumulating. Whew! Walking is more my speed, that stair stepper could kill a person if they weren't in good shape. Like me! lol
My pulse went down to 90 and I increased the speed until it read 94 for my pulse, and as I am 73 years old, that still isn't what they want it to be, but it will do for now -- I'm just getting back into this exercise routine! I've been watching a thin little girl do a pull-down, which I figure must be good for the arms. As I usually concentrate on my legs I figure I'd better go try that one too. I leave it at 40 lbs. which is where she had it set. After all, we're both women, right? It didn't feel too bad, so I do two reps of 15 on that one. Now I'm starting to feel STRONG -- I don't know why my head is getting all sweaty, but it must be a good thing.
I go back to the stair stepper, remembering in less than a week I'll be hiking around in Mexico. I don't want to fall flat on my face. But as it's my second time on it, I keep the level at 2 this time, no use pushing it. After 8 more floors I see it is a total of 15 floors for me. I figure that's a good number and I move on to the bike.
The bike is sooooo easy compared to some of the contraptions you find at the gym that I use it as my "cool-down" and stay on it for 5 minutes just for that purpose, but it gives me another mile that I've travelled so I feel good about it.
Looking in the mirror:
Ya! You're looking good, babe! Keep going to the gym and you'll do OK!
See all of you at the gym! Workouts are wonderful!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING,
BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP.
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,
I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP..
THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -
THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE,
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION
WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.
TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION,
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.
SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR,
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.
GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.
I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.
I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY,
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.
BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.
MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP..
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP.
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS.
MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!!
Saturday, November 05, 2011
It seems I always sabotage myself -- or rather my husband does. I was so proud and happy with everything on Friday because I had lost a whole pound after being at the higher weight for several days!
But when dinner time rolled around and I suggested ham and cheese sandwiches for us -- hubby said he wanted PIZZA. I gave in..... and of course he didn't stand over me and threaten me to eat my half, did he? No -- I did that all by myself. I knew going in that the scale would be back up the pound -- and it was!
Why do I do this? Why does anyone do it? I see it on a daily basis as I check into my various Teams and see one or more members tell me what they ate the day before and "how they shouldn't have." But, what's done is done, and it's just me that will have to get that pound back off again -- not my hubby, not my friends, I am the one that is totally responsible. No use pouting, just bite the bullet and try to do better today. I guess you could look at it as your treat for the week, or for the month (or however often you allow yourself a treat). You DO allow a treat now and then, don't you?
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