Saturday, April 12, 2014
for checking this "revisit" blog out. By reposting it I am fulfilling a promise to a SP friend, who finds a wall of mirror, in her bathroom, to be disconcerting.
I originally posted it on March 31, 2010. WOW! Four years ago! Where does the time go? It seems to evaporate like a mist, doesn't it? I find comfort in the knowledge that we have the power to make these fleeting days, weeks, months, & years count for a lifetime, when we diligently work on our programs.
Lets make all the minutes to come count toward goal & into maintenance!
This is Ima’s farewell blog for the month of March! I have been blogging three times a week for the past month to meet the requirement of a challenge. And it has indeed been a challenge to give time to blogging! As much as I enjoy reading the blogs of others I have discovered that this gal is not a blogger!
Two insightful blogs, written by a dear SP friend about her fear in dealing with mirrors & her subsequent victory in overcoming that fear, have had me considering my own interaction with mirrors over the years.
Until recently I hadn’t considered mirrors to be friend or foe. To my thinking they were simply a useful piece of ‘equipment’ to use when needed for checking hair & makeup or a hemline or how shoes went with an outfit, etc.
Now I am thinking that our mirrors have a story to tell! The mirrors in the Vision home would relate that Ima didn’t pay attention to what was going on while she packed on the pounds. They would say that Ima would give a perfunctory glance in passing, as she went on her merry way!
Last month, as part of a challenge on one of my teams, I chose to inspect my body by standing unclothed before a mirror & carefully take in the different aspect my image presented. The exercise was very therapeutic for me, as I thanked each part of my wonderfully made body for the support given me in helping me along life’s pathways. I marveled when I thought how my body has served me well, as I went about my life as wife, mother & homemaker.
I, also, felt the need to humbly apologize to this body, designed so perfectly by my Creator God, for past over fueling abuses I, in ignorance, chose for it.
As kooky an exercise as that might seem, I found it to be a blessing, resulting in my having a deeper appreciation for the workings of my body. It also gave me a sincere desire to right as many as possible of the results that poor choices have inflicted on my body.
Years ago, I was listening to a talk show & heard Victoria Principal (well known actress at that time - although I can’t remember seeing her anywhere except on that talk show & on magazine covers at the grocery stores) telling how she had had friends over for dinner & as she stood at the stove one of her friends made a remark about her posterior ‘going south’. In other words her buttocks was showing signs of caving to gravity. She hadn’t noticed that concern; however, once she was aware she took corrective exercise measures.
What this gal took away from that show was that viewing ones body from all sides/angles is very important. I wonder how much quicker I would have been in getting to a place of being ready to do something about the added inches on my frame, “if only” I had made it my practice to do just that - pay attention to what was going on & to regularly study my body before a full length mirror.
Sadly, until recently, I chose not to do anything about that shared knowledge.
Lately, as mirrors have come to mind, I see them as a ‘friend’ - right ready to point out things I need to be aware of! I want the mirrors that reflect my image to have a “new & improved” story to tell!
Friday, March 28, 2014
The following is from an e-mail that a friend forwarded to me. I hope you enjoy it.
As always --- for stopping by!
ARE YOU "GOING GREEN"?
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.
The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."
The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
She was right -- our generation didn't have the 'green thing' in our day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles, and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed, sterilized, refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.
So they really were recycled.
But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags , that we reused for numerous things, most memorable, besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown bag, but we didn't do the "green thing" back then.
We walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby's diapers, because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line -- not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.
Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana.
In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water.
We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.
Back then people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the "green thing."
We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances.
And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
Isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were, just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?
We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to tee us off . . . especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smartmouth who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
in advance for taking the time to check out this "revisit" blog. I originally wrote & posted it four years ago tomorrow. I continue to be interested in the input of others on this subject, so am resubmitting it for examination.
God bless us all with dedicated & caring physicians!
On occasion I have heard folks say that they aren’t going to be inclined to listen if an overweight doctor told them they need to drop weight. Some have equated such a situation with the smoker who tells another not to pick up a pack of cigarettes or the drinker who tries to forewarn the unsuspecting on how easy it can be to get hooked on alcohol.
I have never been able to understand the thinking behind such statements. Just because a doctor deals with his/her own set of weight issues it does not make his/her knowledge about the benefits of weight reduction invalid. To this gal it says that they struggle & probably understand the dynamics of the situation much better than their slim counterparts do. It says that they care about a patient (who faces the same frustrating concerns as they do) enough to face possible ridicule by offering a wealth of helpful information aimed at helping correct the concern. As I see it we seek out our doctor for help with the medical concerns that we are faced with & their weight has nothing to do with their knowledge or their ability to share that knowledge in such a way as to help a patient.
As for the smoker who urges a non-smoker to never begin to smoke, I say they are indeed caring folks. They obviously know the pitfalls of smoking (addiction, extreme cost both financially & health wise, possibly a certain humiliation in obviously not having overcome that particular addiction, etc.) & care enough to try to forewarn others before they take the chance of becoming addicted to cigarettes. I say “Bravo!” to them!
As for the one imparting their wisdom on the ‘evils’ of drinking ~ who better to listen to than one who has traveled that road & lived to regret it?
Not having been a smoker or a drinker, I have never been in the position of having one addicted to those vices share about the dangers associated with either. However, I have dealt with weight issues & surprisingly enough, never once did my doctor broach the subject of my added girth. I believe that she assumed that I knew that my weight was not at a healthy level & that I was bright enough to bring up the subject if I wanted her help in dropping pounds or that I had the intelligence to make corrective changes when I got to the point of deciding “Enough is enough!”.
I finally did get to the point that enough was enough & made the decision that I was tired of carrying an extra forty-five pounds around & have successfully dropped thirty pounds to date. However, I have been pondering why my slim & trim doctor didn’t gently put me to task about my weight gain? Is she overworked to the point that she doesn’t have time to address such obvious concerns? Is she uncaring? Unfeeling? Unconcerned? Is her attitude lackadaisical in regard to my over all health?
As my physician what does she owe me with reference to addressing my tendency to pack on the pounds?
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