Friday, January 04, 2013
Why is choosing healthy so incredibly hard?
I once saw a quote that went approximately like this: People often miss opportunities because they mistake it for luck. Opportunity actually walks around in overalls and looks like work.
In other words, skinny people aren't lucky. They aren't blessed. They do the hard work to make good choices. They move their bodies more and they do not eat beyond what their bodies need.
It will take work to fix the bad choices I have made. And, someday, I hope I look like a lucky skinny person. (knowing all along I worked my hiney off!)
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
In my musings to myself while out hiking to day, I came to realization that "faking it til you make it" is just another way of being totally into yourself.
I was thinking about the time, a very long time ago, when I was trying to be more "sexy". I was in college, I was just trying to figure out my sex appeal, I was so self-conscious.
At the time, see-through shirts were popular. I bought a very pretty, floral print, yet see-through shirt. I wore it out with a male friend. I spent the entire evening tugging and pulling at the shirt. Making sure I was not exposing too much. Eventually, my date pointed out to me that I seemed uncomfortable. I was mortified! He wasn't supposed to notice that! I was supposed to be sexy!
Well, it occurred to me today, in remembering this moment, that I was soooo into myself. Sooooo into how I felt, how I came across, how I wanted others to see me. In other words=selfish!
When I am distracted, really engrossed in what I am doing, I could care less what others think of me. I could care less how I come across. I am just into the task at hand.
I then remembered, with much amusement, another fake it moment. I had been hiking the very trial I was on at that time. I was running up a hill, completely exhausting myself. I heard a four runner coming up the path behind me. (maintenance crew). I did not want them to see me struggling to catch my breath! I was fat, and feeling very embarrassed by my lack of physical conditioning. So, I tried to slow my breathing down (all the while gasping for breath) and decided to stop when they were about to pass me and simply hold my breath. Then they would NOT see me heaving. So I did. And as soon as they passed me I began heavy breathing again.
This story amuses me now because... Just who was I trying to impress??? What the freak was I thinking? Who would even care?
Oh my gosh! Faking it! Yup, all about ME!
No more faking. I am who I am. I make mistakes. I apologize. I move on. And from now on, I try to be intentional about what I am doing so I can be in the moment and not into myself!
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
I hate resolutions! I do! I hate them. I don't know why. Perhaps because I never feel like I actually keep any of them. That's why I posted goals for this year on my spark page. Goals feel more..... Doable. Measurable. Reasonable.
Truth is, I am still scared. But that is why my goals are still not super measurable. I am going to work on this. Hammer out a plan. Well, I say that. But I know I am still scared. Scared to really put anything down on paper. Where anyone else can read it. Then hold me accountable.
But that is the only way to go. There is something awesome about knowing someone, somewhere, CARES that you do well. That you achieve. That you feel good. And knowing that I am not alone really does make a difference.
Are you with me?
Sunday, June 03, 2012
I hemmed and I hawed. I said yes. I then changed my mind. Then, at the last second, I agreed to join a soccer team.
A guy I work with at the Y asked months ago. When I finally agreed, I could not believe what I had done. But, then I thought "I'm only a sub. Doubt they'll use me much."
Turns out, girls are hard to get to play soccer on adult leagues. We rarely have enough to field a proper co-ed team. Guess what that means?
I play the whole game!
So far, I've played 4 games. And, I love it! Trying something new is amazing. And challenging.
I have been more motivated to work out-in order to not be as sore after a game.
Each week I ask more questions and learn more about the strategy.
We only have 2 games left. Every game day, I freak out and consider not going. But I always go. And I always have fun. And, I even make some good plays.
I will have to challenge myself to try new things more often. In the athletic world.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
I blew my calories. But I was ACTIVE everyday! For that, I am ecstatic!!!
Friday, I went to the Nature Center down the road from me and hiked for an hour. Then, that night, we kicked off the "summer" by swimming at my brother's pool. I dragged my teenage (very static) daughter with me and she actually said that I need to drag her to the pool more because that is what she loves to do for exercise. (Can we say VICTORY!?)
Saturday I hauled my hiney out of bed and went back the the Nature Center where I played "do not go toward the parking lot" at every intersection I came across. Which resulted in a very long hike (105min). It was awesome! Hot, humid, and awesome! There is something about trees, leaves, wood, mud, flowers, grass, sun, shade, that gets me movin'!
That afternoon I had to be up at church for a small stage "acting" bit I was participating in for every service this weekend. I got to pretend to be at a backyard BBQ during the opening song. It was a blast! I was up a church from 2pm til 6:30pm Sat and 8am to noon on Sunday. The truly best part was that I got to spend time with my friends' 4 kids (who were on stage with me). Good times!
After church Sunday I worked then went to a graduation party and a Memorial Day party. More swimming. Oh and may I add, swimming at my brothers is not a passive thing. We always end up in a round of crazy "volleyball" that lasts FOR EVER!
Monday I went to Taste of Cincinnati with my boyfriend. Yes, I ate food that I would not choose while trying to lose weight. But we were there early and walked the length of the event several times waiting for the booths to open. Best thing I ate was the Stuffed Chicken Amore. (cream cheese, mushrooms and spinach rolled in the chicken, with a creamy tomato sauce on top) Glad it was just taste, and; glad I can not remember the name of the restaurant it came from. That night I dragged the teenager back for swimming at my brother's!
Sorry to bore you with my laundry list of my weekend events. But I need to capture the fitness I did in order to not beat myself up for eating over my calories.
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