Thursday, February 02, 2012
I watched a show last night that I had never seen before. It was "My 600 Pound Life." This episode followed a woman named Melissa over her 7 year weight loss journey after gastric bypass surgury.
Now, I've never been in the situation of having to lose 500 pounds, but I did notice something similar in our lives.
Changes in our relationships as we change our lives.
I wish I had a dollar for everytime my husband said, "You've really changed." I don't know how to react to that. Is he saying it because he likes the change or is he saying it because my changes intimidate him. Does he miss the overweight, smoking, couch potato I used to be, or does he appreciate the active, healthy person I am now? I love the person I've become in the last 8 years, but I also never want to do anything to lose him.
I know, I know...he should love and support me in my journey to become a better person. But looking at it from his point of view, he married someone who had more bad habits in common with him. Now, I hear him grumble about having no 'good' food in the house, not being able to go out to eat as often and being abandoned when I go out on bike rides. It's a balance that I have to perform to keep a happy life for both of us.
Our 27 year marriage is far from being in jeopardy. Don't get me wrong! But it is a long term partnership that needs constant give and take.
I really don't have a specific point for this blog. Just rambling about what's on my mind since watching the relationship issues on that show.
Anyone else have a spouse that questions your changes?
Monday, December 05, 2011
The results were posted from the 5k I did on Saturday. (I have to start with a disclaimer, though. They had to change the route at the last minute due to the Riverwalk being flooded. This made the route actually 2.9 miles long. Not quite a full 5k.)
My official time was 28:22. I placed 5th in my age group (25 people)!
I'm not a very competitive person (except against myself), but I was interested in these results because it was my first organized run. I wanted to see what my fitness level was.
Needless to say, I was pleased!
Kudos to my other biking (not running) friends who also ran. Many of us placed high or won in our age categories. We rock! We can do anything!!
Saturday, December 03, 2011
I did it! I ran my first organized 5k...without walking! That was my goal and I did it! My unofficial time was about 28:30. I'll find out the real time on Monday.
It was the First Things First Santa Stroll in Chattanooga. A group of us from the bike club signed up, some for the 5k, some for the 10k and some for the 1 mile walk. It started in front of the Hunter Art Museum. I walked a couple blocks to the start while it was still dark. Took this awesome picture:
This was taken from the glass bridge.
It was pretty chilly at the beginning. Only about 40 degrees, but we warmed up quickly once we started running. There were over 700 people registered.
Here's my friend, Cindy, and me at the end. Kudos to Cindy! She took 3rd place in her age group!!
Now, my legs were tired enough after that, so what did I do? Went for a 2 hour bike ride with some friends! It was a beautiful, sunny day to ride and the temperatures got up into the 60's. You definitely have to take full advantage of a day like that!
The rest of my evening will be spent on the couch! I'm beat!!
Monday, November 28, 2011
Unfortunately, our little kitty didn't make it. We took her to the vet today and saw that she had a large cancerous tumor under her tongue. We had to make the decision to put her down. It was hard, but it was the right thing to do.
We have never been cat people, we prefer dogs, but this little unassuming fluff-ball snuggled into our hearts.
In May of 1993, my eldest son (then 7 years old) and I were at a rummage sale. There was a box of free kittens. After some begging from him, I gave in and we picked a cute little orange and white one. He named her Littlefoot because he liked the movie, "Land Before Time."
Littlefoot survived 5 moves in her lifetime. She also watched 5 dogs come and go and staked her claim against another cat that we had for about 12 years. She wasn't very affectionate when she was young (maybe from 2 young boys terrorizing her), but as she aged she loved to sit on my lap and purr. (And I loved it, too!)
This morning when I got up, she followed our same routine. She came out to the kitchen, jumped onto the kitchen table for her thyroid medicine and a dish of milk and then sat on my lap while I checked my email. Tomorrow morning...something will be missing...
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