Sunday, December 02, 2012
I just enjoy my life now and like sharing it.
I've shared my storms, now, it's a calm season.
Today, I'm ignoring the common cold that is trying to kill me.
My Hunny, SNOWANGELSSPOCK moved the stove for me so that I could put up the tree. We have two woodstoves, but, this one was going to cost us a small fortune to get up to standards.
No sense having a cute corner go to waste.
My youngest was the most militant about the process.
I got bored fighting with decorations for our home. So, I decorated my hoop with some dying garland. I think I have plans for it in the Hula Hoop All-Stars December challenge.
I want to go for my Hula Hoop Fitness Certification with a Canadian company called, HoopAppeal. Only because it was the cheapest.
I have these little voices duking it out in my noodle.
*It is soooo much money, what if you get your certification and it's useless? You just robbed your family!
* Fitness Instructors have to be young, trim and cute; it's the societal standard isn't it? Does it make sense to get into an occupation that relies on somethings that fade even though HoopHealth would remain the same? I'm young'ish', teim'ish' and cute'ish'...I think I'm "ishy" at best. My confidence in a career of my choosing is weak.
* Get a real job. Seriously you have 5 kids and need for moola stat. Stop daydreaming. *pout*
I love hooping. It's like a hug for my soul.
As I was blinging up my hoop that stuff was clogging my cranium.
I'm still waiting for a new church home. Backwoods Barbie was not welcomed at the last one. Silly.
Anyway, my Coffee Corner got blinged up today. It made me smile.
The kiddies made a Gingerbread House. There was fun had by all, and lots of sugar.
I'm not a fan of gingerbread so the house is pretty much safe...
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Body Image is an enigma to me.
When I was obese I saw myself as:
This last year, Iíve maintained and danced with the idea of getting somewhere Iíve always wanted to be.
I pick it up toy with it and put it down.
Should I be where it says I should in the middle of my B.M.I.?
Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I see:
Iím in my healthy range, according to B.M.I. and other times when I look in the mirror I see her (whoever she is):
So, this Christmas Present ~ For Yourself Challenge is to get me nestled in the middle of my range where I can gauge first hand if itís a Ďfití for me.
So far, Iíve been practicing healthy feedback when I look in the mirror.
When I see scars from pregnancies, I remind myself that my Bobby and I made them together and Iím not uglier for them in his eyes even though they make me feel the ultimate of fugly.
When I see Iím not the same shape as the women in the fashion magazines and feel inferior, I remind myself of two things:
*the first that the feeling of inferiority is a choice
*and the second thing is that my hubby loves my body and whatís most important to him is that Iím healthy and loving it too.
During this transition of body change, itís like adolescence all over again; everything is awkward and a warped perception.
Iím hanging on and gifting myself that ĎUltimateí goal of 150 for Christmas (Iím 5.9). I just went ahead with the portions that Spark told me to get me from obese to healthy, even though I had fatorexia and felt this was all a ploy to get me to submit to this misogynistic body image ideal. Now, Iím in my healthy range and feeling fabulous with energy and I'm much more positive in comparison.
I ask myself often, ďWhat took me so long to take care of my body?Ē
SO, I soldier on and know I'm very close to the end of the 'change' and this is just something that takes time.
This whole, "Love yourself, accept-the-skin-you're-in" thing.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Friday Hoop Dance Party
Today is a brand new day (oh yes it is you nasty milk chocolate chipit bag that made me gain 2000lbs today, you biznotch)
Friday, November 16, 2012
A jar of honey chanced to spill
Its contents on the windowsill
In many a vicious pool and rill.
The flies, attracted by the sweet,
Began so greedily to eat,
They smeared their fragile wings and feet.
With many a twitch and pull in vain
They gasped to get away again,
and died in aromatic pain.
O foolish creatures that destroy
Themselves for transitory joy.
The practice of self-disciple is the exercise needed to make it stronger. You will not be strongly self-disciplined in one night, or one personal battle.
Each step counts when pointed in the right direction. Over eating is transitory joy. In the long run it will leave you feeling; defeated, lethargic and sad. Practice proper portions to keep from the trap of over indulgence.
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