As hard as I try, reality is I won't ever look 20 again or like a Barbie or anywhere close. That's REALISTIC. Being 50 years old with prematurely greying hair that I CHOOSE not to color at the due to the chemicals that could contribute to health issues and expense it would cost. Why should I pay for someone to pour chemicals on my brain? I LOVE My new silver, wiser, look. Silver is IN.
Why go to all the trouble of eating nutritious foods and exercising if your just going to pour toxins on your head? Silver is Pretty. Silver shows you have experience. Silver shows your unique individuality. Silver is a privilege denied to many.
Silver is beautiful.
I CHOOSE the BEAUTIFUL, natural, glowing from a distance, silver look that wise ladies wear. I ACCEPT the fact I am not a surgically enhanced, firm 20 year old model that's been Photoshopped. Nothing is going to make me look that way. My body is Beautiful the way it is, ACCEPTING it the way it is, is a good thing. It's the way the creator intended for me to look at this moment in life. I will not give in to the whims and pressures of society as I accept how I look.
I have the odds stacked against me with an autoimmune disease that limits my mobility, strength, energy, and ability to workout is so frustrating. It does not keep me from achieving my goals. I am a work in progress.
I work on my own REALISTIC, HONEST, ACHIEVABLE goals. My workouts are for ME. My diet is for ME. My goals is to improve mobility, improve my health, release unneeded weight, improve my muscle strength and energy, and relieve stress, increase flexibility. Which is totally obtainable. Negative, depressed, absolutely not ! I am just being REALISTIC, honest with myself about who I am, where I am at, and my own personal choices. (No longer am I an athletic, graceful freestyle skater doing high jumps and spins.) I AM who I AM. My goals are all about PLEASING ME and no one else.
I have a husband who has taken up bike riding since retiring. He knew I needed his arm to help me balance when we went on walks, but abandoned me for his bike. Once he got that bike it became his new BABY of sorts.
I couldn't get out like before, it wasn't safe for me to walk alone due to balance and mobility issues. The last few years he has a new and improved trim figure, very toned, hard, except for the beer belly. I am glad for him and his excitement and passion for riding. This morning he rode about three hours or 30 miles and he is off again hoping to get in 500 miles before the month is over.
Today he said my butt was bigger and I needed new shorts, preferably skorts to hide things a bit more. OUCH !!! Thanks Honey, I know. I didn't need anyone to tell me that not being able to get to take my walks has affected my size. Thank you kindly for your words. I appreciate you pointing out the painful truth. Your words really make me feel great. Oh by the way did you notice I lost a few pounds lately. Did you notice how hard I try to feed my body nutritious foods? NO.
Having invested on a device to help me walk ALONE - BY MYSELF. I have to admit I am EXTREMELY excited to get it working on September 6th.
My investment in ME leaves no money to spend on my new, wider, greatly expanded, and improved butt. So deal with it honey, ENJOY THE VIEW. I am a foxy, silver haired, BOOTYLICIOUS, curvaceous kind of WOMAN.
No, I AM NOT going shopping for clothes. I am on a JUICE FAST starting tomorrow. Today I prepared made all the necessary preparations !!! No matter what he says, I am doing it. I won't SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES or pay for something that won't fit me anymore in a month because I lost weight. Nope, Nope, Nope. Weight loss happens fairly rapidly juicing, health improves, positive changes happens.
My calories is not out of range or unreasonable. It's more about mobility issues. When I was getting in 15,000 steps things started changing rapidly. Lately I have been lucky to get in 5,000. Sigh. I try my darnedest. With the disease when my body fatigues It shuts down and I can't move, hardly speak, speech becomes slurred, my muscles go limp, my face droops, like I have had a stroke. My muscles get so weak I can't hardly move. It's like the battery has been pulled out. It's never charged all the way, most of the time even after sleeping it runs at 25%. So any workout I do takes all my strength and determination to get through it. It's a major achievement in which I am proud to have done. After working out usually I have to go take a nap due to the extreme amount of energy exerted.
Today I set an all-time record for using my indoor bike !!! I rode for 45 minutes. 30 minutes was going forward and 15 minutes was backwards. It uses different muscles I learned. My hamstrings worked harder going in reverse while going forward used my quads more. I was sooo excited I told my husband I did 45 minutes on the bike. He said, 'IS THAT GOOD?" *)&*)(^*&^%% !!! Darn it, just because you are normal, healthy, able-body and can ride for 3 hours, how dare you say is that good. You knew a few weeks ago I was worn out after 15 minutes. I felt belittled. I kept silent. (I wish he could walk in my shoes for a month.)
Just watch me come September 6th. I can't wait to have the ability to go on walks all by myself. I can't wait to get my steps in, burn miles, wear out the rubber on my shoes. I can't wait !
I am proud of my achievements.
I ate well today.
Made many quarts of juice today.
Drank fresh fruit and vegetable juice.
Cleaned the Kitchen.
Planned out next months goals.
I did well on working towards my goals.
I Accept ME.
I am a silver haired, foxy, curvaceous woman.
I AM REALISTIC !!!