Saturday, November 16, 2013
I went away on a religious retreat today to a place called the Guest House, in Chester, CT. The name comes from a poem by Rumi and it is indeed a welcoming spa sort of place, very rural and quiet. I was up at 6:30 to travel, then we were in the retreat from 10 am till 5 pm.
It has a labyrinth and I walked it, something mysterious that I have always wished I could experience. Probably everyone knows that labyrinths are used as places of prayer and meditation. How lovely this was for me. Calming, in that same way a good rest can be.
It was such a healing day, full of lecture in the morning, a reading by Marilyn Nelson, a Very Good Meal, and then an afternoon of discussion about the philosophy I am studying.
Curiously, I was not one bit hungry all day. What does that say? That maybe my overeating is not about food?
Now sitting home in my own favorite spot, all cozy with my spare cat nearby, I can appreciate the peace, assurance, gratitude, and love that is out there in the world and in here, within me. My dear Betsy doesn't look very pleased but I know she really has a great little animal spirit and is smiling behind her frowny face, as I would hope each of us is smiling as well.
Namaste, dear friends.
This is the poem after which the Guest House was named:
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-- Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
I started my gym experience counting minutes on the treadmill, then added minutes on the bike. Now I am going by miles...Believe it, me -- miles!
Today I did .75 miles on the treadmill and 1.5 miles on the bike! To many, these distances are teensy but to me, they may as well be Olympic quality athletics. It's all relative.
Now I can't figure out how to add that to my tracker. I set the tracker up with favorites counted in minutes but now it is impossible to puzzle out how to change it. Any tips?
I was sick Friday and Saturday with a crazy headache, took it easy on Sunday, then woke up dizzy on Monday. After hastening to the doctor, turns out I have a sinus infection with my usual bonus ear infection. So here I am, three doses of amoxycillin later, feeling great.
I started this gym membership on 10/15. Good things so far include being able to get out of bed with no hip pain, better balance (I can put on my slacks (not socks!) without sitting down), climbing stairs without knee pain. And a weird benefit is that it feels good to sweat, as I have always believed it is good for your skin to get those toxins out. I am REALLY shedding toxins, lol, by the bucket.
Back to my problem: How do I mark my tracker with miles instead of minutes?
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
I just got home from the gym, where I gave it my all and did a mile on the stand-up bike and a half-mile on the treadmill. My right knee made me stop sooner than I wanted to, but I have been working very hard! So I settled in to read some Spark motivational articles....
What is making me angry is a Spark article by Coach Nicole,
"Eight Cold Hard Truths about Exercise" www.sparkpeople.com/resource/fitness
It was so negative-sounding to me. If you read it, you will know that she talks about how little efforts don't really count. Sorry, Miss Perfect. Some of us have to do tiny tiny things for a long time to get started. And even then, some of us have physical problems that make extended workouts Very Bad News. I am dispirited and discouraged - what a wet blanket this woman is!
I left a nasty comment, not my normal style. Honestly, I knew all the stuff she listed and always have. But doing it has required some kindly motivation. I am not made of the stern stuff that thrives on cold hard facts -- I thrive on those facts presented in a warm, encouraging tone.
What earthly good is it to me to have yet another hardbody underscore how awful I have been at exercise?
Monday, November 04, 2013
My lovely little girl, Betsy, cat-napping.
His Royal Lord of Grayness, Chauncey, resplendent on the landing.
In other news, I have kept at my exercise plan. I skipped Saturday and Sunday because my son came down to do some chores and we worked outside much harder than I would have worked in the gym! He commented that the leaves don't seem to be getting the message that they aren't welcome in the yard. Even after 15 bags we had hardly made a bit of difference.
My weight is a big huge gigantic pain in the butt, pun intended. I have followed Suzie's dictum: Eat less, do more. Yet my weight has gone up! I seem to THINK less food but am DOING more food.
I now hold my tummy muscles in while on the dreadmill and can feel the changes -thanks Beth for that practical idea. But the problem is the eating. It simply seems uncontrollable.
Oh well, enjoy my cat pictures. My weight struggles are not nearly as cute.
Monday, October 28, 2013
My visits to the gym continue. I have been doing 20 minutes on the treadmill and 10 minutes on the recumbent bike. Today I tried out the elliptical machine and wasn't very sure of myself, so I got right off of it.
My legs feel much better despite the left knee - that's pretty unpredictable, but not enough to keep me from trying. That cursed knee has always wanted to cede from the union.
My wind has not improved. Still short of breath after about 10 minutes and hoping that is extended eventually. I was a heavy smoker who stopped on 3/19/09 (at 8:30 pm, praise our Higher Power) and am now reaping that which I sowed. Boy, do I regret all those years of money and health wasted!
My belly hasn't changed on iota. It still has no muscle tone AT ALL, just hanging around down there looking ugly. Because of my shoulder damage, I am afraid to do much more than walking and biking. Will those exercises ever help my belly muscles?
Do I have to get down on the floor and do crunches? Will I ever vacuum the floor? Will my belly eventually grow to the point where I can't get in the car and have to hire taxi's?
(My fans rush forward with answers and comfort, hordes of followers send ESP answers to my burning questions. Websites crash as ideas are rushed to me via that wacky interwebs. Satellites fall from the sky with the tons of text replies. The very globe stops spinning for a nanosecond as people of every continent, most of them wearing sweaty work-out clothes, register the urgency of my inquiry...)
So, like, do you have to do, like, special exercises just for your belly or not?
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