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My New Thoughts about Sunday - and a Plan

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week. ~Joseph Addison

I often think of Sunday as the last day of the weekend, But today I'm thinking differently. I'm ...

S - shifting my perspective so Sunday is the first day of the new week,
U - understanding that I can enjoy today and to ready myself positively for the week,
N- not going to wish that the weekend had jjust one more day or that today wouldn't end,
D- deciding to look at my work schedule as a gift: I'm working and making a difference,
A- acknowledging that I'm using today to insert appointments with myself to recharge - and
Y- you know? My SUNDAY restores today to being an opportunity to live in the moment

  
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CJROARK 9/29/2010 10:39AM

    This is great! Just a little shift in perspective and lives change!

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TEENY_BIKINI 9/29/2010 10:32AM

    Fantabulous. I love it. A shift in perspective can change everything. Well done, gorgeous.

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TEMPEST272002 9/26/2010 3:53PM

    Love it! What a great shift in perspective! I really like the idea of thinking of this as the day to prepare for a wondeful week ahead. This one is going to stick with me. Thanks!

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JANEYINMADTOWN 9/26/2010 11:52AM

    What a great way of thinking...here's to Sunday and new beginnings...

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LIBBYFITZ 9/26/2010 11:16AM

    emoticonI love Sundays as I get to be with my man the whole day! emoticon

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KAT2212 9/26/2010 9:15AM

    I like this perspective...we should all think so positively!

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If today is the 21st, tomorrow must be ... and my own change

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Been away awhile,
I'll get in the groove quickly.
Don't mind me. Love, Fall

OK, I've done a big part of the clothes thing. You know, summer to fall. Things that didn't fit well or I crinkled my nose at when I found them, have gone to a better place --- St. Vincent de Paul. I've planned a day to take time to get better organized at work -- the piles of paper in which I've always known on which level I can find certain documents are hopelessly unrecognizable by now. I'm getting into the "out with the old ways, in with the new"! (Or improved or accessible)

Time to give a bit more effort to improving me as well, especially since I've gotten a little sloppy about staying healthy in the past four months.

Out with an old habit this month: not planning a mid-afternoon snack consistently
My new season: Rather than saving some lunch for afternoon (maybe) I'll pack a specific healthy mid-afternoon snack for work every day (I'll get my ideas from the list on SP)

Out with an old perspective this month: exercise has to be formal to count
My new season: Since I know better than that, I will increase my steps (pedometer) and keep injecting movement into my workday and relaxation time at night (great suggestions for both on SP)

I certainly have other out-dated habits, but baby steps work best. So, I'm beginning a 21 day streak (the time to develop a new pattern if not a habit) with these two areas.

Fall - I can handle you and my own change of season as well - watch my colors spark!
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TEMPEST272002 9/22/2010 5:01PM

    Yup, baby steps do work best. They add up so quickly! I like your renewed determination. Fall certainly is the time for putting things in order.
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LIBBYFITZ 9/22/2010 4:27PM

    emoticonYou do sound all organised! emoticon

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JANEYINMADTOWN 9/21/2010 9:28PM

    One of my favorite things about fall is the cooler evenings and how wonderful it is to sleep with a slight chill in the air....ahhhh!

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Saturday sports and thoughts about change

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Cloudy morning - rain
threatens - noon arrives with sun -
flag football is on!


Our eight year-old grandson is playing his second year of flag football at the Y. He and his teammates have changed since last fall - older, hopefully more knowledgeable academically, taller, more focused, and their camaraderie is playful and supportive. Those of us on the sidelines probably have changed some over the past year - hopefully for the better.

How have I changed since last fall? I found that I had maintained a 32 pound (out of 50 pounds) loss. The weight I gained was oppressing my spirit, depressing my energy level, and expressing loss of coping strategies. The holidays, beginning with my first purchase of candy for Halloween (in late September) through Christmas only gave me opportunities to 'take care of myself' with treats. Many, many treats.

What a gift to find SparkPeople in late December! A month before my DH and I had joined a gym. Spark and my gym work fit and helped me onto my journey to healthier living. Over time I lost 12 pounds and enjoyed cardio and ST at the gym. Then ...

... in mid May I shifted to all work mode so I could get away for a week's vacation in Las Vegas. I've allowed myself to be on a little up a few pounds, down a few pounds, up a few pounds mini-rollercoaster. I've allowed myself to be satisfied with occasional exercise, a bit more walking, and -- here I am today. Trying periodically to get back on track, into the 'game' mentally, using the tools that made such a difference in the early months of 2010. I'm less on a plateau than wandering in a wilderness. I have my periods in the Sparkling oases - eating well, moving lots more- Great! And then the storm of 'other things' swamps my mind and deposits sand in my motivation gears and I'm wandering again!

No excuses. I'm a mature, knowledgeable woman, very responsible in my work, my marriage and much of my life. Yet I seem to have attention/perception/direction disorder in caring for my physical body. I do know some good principles and the following is one.

"Each new moment is a new opportunity to make a movement forward on the right path." So in this moment, I have a full 16 oz glass of water by my side, and in this new moment I will find my pedometer, and in this next moment I will walk some, and in this following moment I will ...

  
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GRAMPENE 9/19/2010 11:24AM

    What a wonderful blog this is, my friend!! I truly enjoyed it and can relate to it. By the way, have you ever considered dabbling in writing. You have a gift. And we are so fortunate to have you on our Recycle team.


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JANEYINMADTOWN 9/18/2010 8:07PM

    My son played flag football for the y when he was little and now plays varsity fb for west. What a great experience was for him and what fun for me!

Badger game was not so hot tho eh? Lucky they got away with the win!

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Showers, party games, and ....

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Tightly wrapped rose bud
pink petals prepared to burst.
Woman to 'mother'.


I'm just home from an after work baby shower for the fourth woman on our staff in less than six months. Each mom-to-be has been lovely and obviously very ready to be un-pregnant by the time of the shower! I'm glad to be invited, happy to buy a gift or a collection of diapers depending on the theme of the party, and admittedly, I'm ready myself to take a break on showers - in particular the games. I'm really not a curmudgeon or Scrooge. But the games have run the gamut from counting the diaper pins in a bottle to those requiring steady fine motor skills and eating baby food to the one I was surprised to learn about early in our shower-palooza. The latter is one we did tonight. Perhaps you know it?

The hostess buys tiny diapers - perhaps a preemie size?? - and like some misguided sorceress melts, crushes and smears each diaper with one of a variety of food products (mostly candies). The way one has to identify the 'contents' is to look close and smell.
Hmmmm, I thought that I had the candy angle handled with being a chocolate afficionado but no. My friends, unless you've had the experience of playing this game, it is a bit harder than you might think. OK, the York Peppermint Patty was a scented giveaway. But this isn't as easy as you'd think!

I realized that I'm particular about the brands of chocolate I eat! When the answers were revealed, some candies were familiar by name only but I can't remember the last time I've unwrapped and eaten one. Oh, well. No prize for me with that game. I can say that watching others do the diaper peek and sniff test - with a repeat or two to 'be sure' - is a bit comical - and of course the others thought the same watching me!

An inconsequential blog to be sure. Aren't some of our rites and rituals associated with milestones humorous when we take time to stand back and consider. Yet, they are group fun and certainly build memories for the persons being honored.

  
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JANEYINMADTOWN 9/17/2010 6:54PM

    Been to so many of these but it's been a while..thanks for the smile today!

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TEMPEST272002 9/16/2010 10:46PM

    This is the first time I've heard of this particular show game... and I must admit that it appeals to the silly side of me. I'm going to have to suggest it for niece's upcoming baby shower! emoticon

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SUPREME5 9/16/2010 1:43PM

    GREAT BLOG

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LIBBYFITZ 9/15/2010 10:23PM

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I know where to 'go' to bolster my commitment & courage ...

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

One of the heroes in my life is my great-grandmother, Marguerite. She and her Army officer husband lived in Germany. When she became widowed at a young age, she and her three very young children emigrated to the US in 1892. My paternal grandmother was under age 3 and her siblings were not much older. Those were the days of long months aboard ships filled with other people and families who had hopes of a better life for themselves and their children. Not a trip for the faint-of-heart. What courage!

My great-grandmother and her little family landed in New Orleans. They traveled up the Mississippi River, fellow passengers disembarking in port cities along the way. Finally, they arrived in St. Louis and made a home with some relatives who had left Germany a number of years before.

My family introduced me to 'Oma' at when I was about five. I was fascinated by her composure and lovely soft voice. At that time she was living in an altenheim in St Louis (old folks' home) and had a second husband that she always called Mr. Koch. He had been with the railroad and unfortunately I know little of his story. I wasn't with this wonderful couple frequently but each time was special. My Oma died just before she was 101.

Oma always wore flat mary jane shoes, and loved to wear polka-dotted dresses - a fondness that her daughter, my grandmother, adopted. I myself have had a few polka-dotted dresses along the way. My husband's favorite dress was one I wore when we began dating. It was a hot pink shift with larger polka-dots than either of my forebearers would have worn! Don't laugh - it was the mid-1960's and very chic! (We never, ever wore white shoes after Labor Day so you know that my DH's and my dates began in the summer!)

Whenever I remember that I was working for women's rights in the 60's & '70 (and after), I often wonder where the idea came from that women were dainty and simple creatures who needed men to take care of them. At least in the history of my family females, the women were strong and capable and worked outside the home after being widowed early and even before.

I must keep this history in the forefront of my mind to reject being satisfied with the easy decisions or the less challenging path.

Anyone else have family heroes that have passed on special characteristics you feel bound to uphold?

  
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TEMPEST272002 9/15/2010 11:46AM

    Thank you for sharing your Oma's story. I have met many amazing, strong women in my life. I often think of the courage & strength my grandmother must have drawn on when she crossed the Atlantic as a war-bride with a young child, leaving behind everything she had ever known. When she arrived in Canada, she thought her journey was over... but she had another 4500 km to go, by train, to Vancouver Island.

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NANCYMT6151 9/14/2010 8:43PM

    Don't you just love finding bits of your family history? I am going to a RS meeting tonight to learn about the at home missionary program that helps people with the new computer genealogy program from the Church. They have been doing it for almost 2 years now and she is now a trainer online for the program of new missionaries in the program.
My husband had family that came across with Pres. Young and all. They really suffered on that journey.
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LIBBYFITZ 9/14/2010 8:11PM

    Yes most definitely. My mother comes from Amsterdam in Holland and she tells the story of when , during the German occupation of Holland and the famine was happening, my mother decided she had enough of eating tulip bulbs! so with her father's permission, she and her cousin went walking to find food. She walked a total of 70miles and would call into the farms on the way and get some food and off they would go to look for work and food.

10 years ago my sister, daughter and I took mum back to Holland and she showed us where she walked and lived and worked during the occupation. She later got tuberculosis, and was in a Sanatorium for 2 years. After she recovered she travelled to Australia on her own to re-connect with my father. They had married by proxy. My mum met my dad in Holland before she became ill.

My maternal grand mother died during child birth, hence the reason she got her father's
permission to go looking for food. Mum was 14years old! emoticon

I was born 10 months after she arrived in Australia! emoticon

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CATHYJR73 9/14/2010 8:08PM

    My mother had us in orange dresses with big polka dots when we were to little to argue with her. However we have pictures and my sisters and I were like triplets because we were so close in age. My great-grandmother moved from Pennsylvania to Montana to homestead a place in 1906 just her and 5 children. The youngest was my grandfather. He was only 3 months when they moved but her husband was killed by the mafia and she moved to hide. She was a tough old bird. Thank you for bringing back those wonderful memories.

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