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At Angels Falls, Mt Baldy April, 2009

Climbing my way to better health 07/13/08

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4-1HealthyCyndi aka MahouNeko


I LOVE this time of year! The rebirth and renewal that happen always motivates and inspires me. I need it right now. I've been in a funk for a very long time. I want to live my life not sleepwalk through it. So it is time to put the wonderful longer days and warmer weather to use. I WILL LIVE this year!

Merry Christmas!

It seems that I'm still stuck in a rut. Nothing seems to be working long term. A lot of that is the mental blocks ...

I LOVE this time of year! The rebirth and renewal that happen always motivates and inspires me. I need it right now. I've been in a funk for a very long time. I want to live my life not sleepwalk through it. So it is time to put the wonderful longer days and warmer weather to use. I WILL LIVE this year!

Merry Christmas!

It seems that I'm still stuck in a rut. Nothing seems to be working long term. A lot of that is the mental blocks I put in my own way. But I am going to work on those. I need to face and overcome these pests, boggarts, feelings so I can move forward once and for all.

Remember Make it fun!


My old plans haven't been working lately like they have in the past. So for the next 12 weeks (11 now) I am going to relax and enjoy. I'm not going to track my food unless I feel like it. I'm not going to stress about burning X number of calories or getting in X number of fitness minutes. I'm tired and bored of the same old same old.

Here's my new plan.

Eat with a focus on healthy, whole foods as much as possible. Eat at home more. Take my lunch to work instead of eating out most days.

Exercise 5 days a week, 20 minute minimum. One day a week do a longer 50 - 60 min (or more) workout. Build up core/lower body muscles so I can start rock climbing again. So 2 days a week will include weights.

Relax... read, take a bath, journal gratitude's, or even try meditating. Learn to just be without having to be doing... something.

As my husband's work isn't going great he's going to start job hunting and for the first time in over 20 years I've agreed to let him look out of state. I love where we live now, but hate the government and taxes we have. So I think working on decluttering at least 1 hour a week to get ready in case we move is a good goal.

My plan: 1-2-3-4.

I have 4 areas I'm working on and will focus on doing just those 4 things consistently.
1 – 2 – 3 – 4

1. Exercise – Cardio 140 minutes a week or 10,000 steps a day… NO EXCUSES!
2. Track it all… every day! Every bite, every morsel, everything… NO EXCUSES!
3. Strength train 30-30-30 (30 wall/counter pushups, 30 calf raises & 30 seated leg lifts every day, building the strength moves until I can do 100 of each NO EXCUSES!
4. Clean it up! 15 minutes a day, every day of house cleaning/decluttering… NO EXCUSES!

I started in June 2006 on my own lost 30 lbs, joined SP April 2007 and have now lost a total of 40lbs. Although I am not a my ideal/goal weight I am much healthier and fit. I am upset with myself for backsliding this far. Right now I'm at the same weight (or a little above)



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Member Since: 2/26/2007

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My Goals:
Eat 5 freggies daily.
Eat within calorie range.
Bring lunch from home.

Walk 7,000 + steps daily.
Strength training
Burn 1900 calories weekly.

My Program:
Right now I'm working on.

Declutter home 15 minutes, minimum 5 days weekly.

Add strength training 3 days/week.

Walk 7,000 + steps daily.

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Member Comments:
8/30/2014 11:32:21 AM

Blank notebook= sure sign...of something! emoticon

Have a great weekend and thanks for stopping by my blog!

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8/20/2014 9:23:53 AM

Thanks so much for stopping by my COLOR RUN blog! I totally agree, they are a gotta have friends with you type of event. It makes it so much better and so much fun!! We had a blast and so glad you have wonderful memories of yours!!! Great to hear from you and let's keep gearing up for the next CAMO round!! emoticon

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8/9/2014 3:01:03 PM

Thanks for commenting on my planning for maintenance blog, I hope it is the right plan.

Have a great day

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8/2/2014 12:03:07 PM

The Black Telephone

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the Wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination
when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.

"Information, please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No,"I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice..

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.

She told me my pet chipmunk I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.

"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown
operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it is really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you really meant to me during that time ..."

"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?" "Yes." I answered. Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. "Let me read it to you."

The note said: "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

Lifting you on eagle's wings,

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7/28/2014 12:27:15 PM

Thanks for the add!

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