Thursday, January 26, 2012
New Year, same goals... healthy living and a happy heart.
BRING IT.... 2012
Clichés for sure but those are my mantras for a successful 2012… oh, those and getting back to my ticker weight =] One more pound and I’m back on track. Yep, I enjoyed the holidays with all their “once-a-year” indulgencies. Single serving Trick-Or-Treat-treats…’lil devils. Didn’t have them in the house but the grandkids were more than willing to share. The my personal favorite… Thanksgiving, and it was delish!!! Didn’t send enough leftovers home with the guests so it was the feast that kept on giving and giving and giving. Before I knew it was time for Christmas cookies, candy, fruitcake, gingerbread, our wedding anniversary with lots of treats and finally New Year’s Eve/Day celebrations all traditionally delivered on a platter with fancy toothpicks and rolled up in some sort of sweet or savory blankets. Once the tree came down I thought it was over… NOOOOOOOOO here comes DD with treats from her hubby’s side that she forgot to give us and since DH and I were de-toxing from months of chocolate, that tin seduced us within seconds. By then the scale was up four solid pounds and it was time to put the desserts away and get SparkSerious again. It took less time to take three of the four pounds off than it did to put it on and with one more pound to lose my weight tracker will make me an honest woman once again. I’m actually proud of myself because I didn’t let the holidays or weight gain derail my journey. In the past I would have continued over eating until I put the 73 pounds I’ve lost back on and then some. Not any more. I’m healthier and wiser thanks to Sparkpeople and all my SparkFriends. I’ve watched and learned from others success and failures. We are all the same and yet so different. One man’s meat IS truly another wo-mans poison. Finding what works for YOU is a huge part of the process and mixing it up when we get stalled keeps us moving forward.
What's the trick???
I started out doing this for my family. I wanted to be around to watch my grandkids grow up and be fit enough to help my mom. I wanted to participate more in daily routines and get off my heart medications and not be in so much pain. I never thought I’d feel as good as I do or be able to do all the things I’m doing today. It’s my own little miracle and I thank God every day for giving me the strength to stay focus and my dear husband for his unconditional support and appreciation. Now I do it for me because I deserve to feel good and enjoy my life.
Nineteen months and counting… I’m very excited to see what I can accomplish in the next five months when I’ll celebrate my 65th birthday and second SparkVersary. I know my limits... but I’ll never stop trying to exceed them as I gently remind myself to.....
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Bidding 2011 a fond farewell for it was an awesome year of growth for me personally. Yes, the year was far from perfect. The world is in turmoil, as it has always been. The media makes sure we hear about it even if the facts are skewed… hey, they have to pay for those $500.00 suits they wear on air and give those bonuses to the 1% who really do need another vacation home as millions struggle to put food on their tables. We suffered financially along with so many in 2011. In fact we haven’t had a paycheck since June. If you have any experience with being self-employed there are years that you have no time and lots of money and some with lots of time and no money. Living off our savings, 401K and our equity line makes for more than a few sleepless nights but then what are those lifelines for if not to grab onto when needed. I know from experience that this too shall pass and life will go on. And if you have your health… you have everything.
In the past I’d have eaten my way through the stress… but not this year. I faced my stuff instead of stuffing my face and ended the year in better shape than I started it. Normally I’d be up a few, if not several, pounds by years end. This year I’m tickled to have lost another 30 pounds!!! That’s a half a pound a week. I’ve gone from a size 5X to XL, loss more inches than I’ve kept track of and have a renewed sense of self-worth. Life is good and worth living again. I’ve always been a positive, happy person. My bane of existence is pain. I’ve had arthritis since my twenties and the extra weight didn’t help my knees or hips. My back hurt, my neck, my wrists… my FEET!!! Every thing hurt. Pain is very debilitating both physically and emotionally. And when you start having more bad days than good the future looks a bit bleak. And if you fall into the habit of letting the bad days over shadow the good ones that zest for life is diminished. So what do you do in your mid sixties to reignite that Spark?
Well, I joined SP and made a lifestyle change. I know diets are temporary. I’d lost 125 pounds in 9 months when I was 33. And I kept if off through 2 pregnancies and for about a decade. Then the pounds came back because life is stressful and food is comforting. And when you don’t feel worthy you stop loving yourself. When you stop loving yourself you stop taking care of yourself. I didn’t know how to love myself more than food until I made my health and well being a priority. Yes, it takes time and effort to make changes and turn ones life around. For me portion control is the key, water is the fountain of youth and exercise empowers me. So I track my food to watch my calories but I eat every thing. Nothing is taboo. And with that attitude I’m living in the moment… not looking forward to “cheat days” or the weekend or once I reach goal. I eat to live not live to eat. I’ve become a picky eater too so I make sure my calories are satisfying and fall within range of my needs. I drink a minimum of 15 glasses of water a day and when it comes to exercise I K.I.S.S…. “Keep It Simple SWEETHEART.” I have more stamina now that I’ve lost over 70 pounds but my knees and hips are still shot so I don’t run 5Ks or use a treadmill or even break a huge sweat when I exercise. I do strength training three times a week and I walk all year and swim in the summer… but I also do all my own housework and yard work and clean for my mom and actually go shopping now instead of ordering online. I play at the park with my grandkids and we are camping again. I don’t beat myself up for not being able to do what others can. Nor do I choose to do nothing because I am limited. I’m gentle and kind and forgiving when I want to lose myself in a box of See’s candy because I’m human and I make poor choices. But not to the extent that I use to. If I over eat or don’t exercise I start again right that moment… not tomorrow, not next week or next month.
Sparkpeople motivated me to change my life and as my healthy life style becomes a habit the future looks bright!! I’m excited to continue this journey into 2012. I CAN do this the rest of my life… one day at a time…. so
BRING IT… 2012
Happy HAPPY New Year Sparkfriends
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
…the brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr part sure has been true this year. We are freezing Well maybe not FREEZING but it’s been darn cold, wet, & windy along the sunny Southern California coastline. Lows in the high 30’s at night is COLD for us and since we don’t have any drapery up at the windows (I love the views) Old Man Winter has been breathing down our necks *shiver* literally…. so I’ve been exercising to keep warm and it actually works And with exercising first and Sparking second, I’ve continued to lose inches and gone down another two sizes as we bid a final farewell to Autumn and welcome the 1st day of Winter as I celebrate my 18 month Sparkversary today
I’ve had a lot of fun this month with my daily status titled “These are a few of my favorite things.” Now I have a few visuals to share with my SparkFriends as we slow down and envelope ourselves in the true meaning of the spirit of Christmas, so please enjoy some more of my favorite things….
My beautiful mother and all our children and their husbands and wives.
My DH and me with our five grandchildren on Grandparents Day, September 2011.
Our oldest grandson at 2, he's the middle Wiseman bearing gifts.
The best brother/sister act around... they keep us hopping.
4 years old and only 30 pounds she is our precious Tinkerbell.
The spitting image of his daddy he takes me back 38 years.
HO~HO~HO... our youngest little angel all ready for Santa.
Least we forget the reason for the season...........
As Shepards watch.
And for those of you who struggle with the question… “Is there a Santa?” Here’s one grandmother’s answer to her grandchild.
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. “Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95. ~Author Unknown
May you always have LOVE to share,
HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...
And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!
Merry Christmas SparkFriends
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