Wednesday, October 12, 2011
As I contemplate the habits of the workday... get up, shower, dress, pack lunch, put the oats on to simmer... Spark... go to work, take those vital walking breaks, come home, Spark some more, maybe exercise, fit in my "one thing" related to home, go to bed, I see a lot of positives.
But could they also be leading to some negatives? Like complacency? Or boredom?
It is important for me to remember a couple of things:
1. I need to remember the rewards for keeping at it. It's not enough to slog through and do it. I need to give myself credit for making the effort to keep at it! If I don't, the "why try" could come back.
2. I need to remember to speak up about my own needs: at work, with my family, and even... gasp... to myself. Routine is fine, and can be a servant, but it is not enough.
Let's keep on keeping on, but let's do a little non-food celebrating! Maintenance is a great goal, and especially a great one over the next three months! Heavy food-centric Holiday season ahead... time to strategize, recognize and most important ENJOY the journey!
I may not always *follow* the plan, but I always do better if I have one... in the coming days I'll be thinking about how this year's Holiday season plan has to look to support my goals for a lifetime of health.
Monday, October 10, 2011
It sure hasn't felt much like Winter is coming the past week. We've had 80's several afternoons. This morning, though, because the calendar says so, I had the guy out to clean the furnace, change the filter on the humidifier, and all that jazz to get ready for the heating season.
It was raining this morning and my sinus passages were giving me trouble, but I took advantage of the day off work to get on the treadmill early, anyway. I did not run, but I did walk a full 5K on that treadmill. A little more with warm-up and cool down. Still don't know if I'll do the Governor's Cup next Sunday afternoon... leaning toward it at the moment. I think I'm past my little rebellion. At least for a while.
And we shall see where we go from here. Happy Thanksgiving, Canada (and other places celebrating today)!
Sunday, October 09, 2011
Indulge me, I'm going to write about my mom's father. As a kid, I used to call him "mean", because I was a kid, and he was tough and gruff, and of a military kind of bearing. In fact, he had been to war, in WWII, and when he came home, he spent some of his hours and days and Summer weeks as a Boy Scout troop leader.
In high school, he was a track star. The family story is that he and grandma got engaged with a track medal as their pledge token. Of course, as a kid, the thought of grandma and grandpa *ever* having been young was... well... just not there. As I now look in the mirror or photographs and see thier features, it's a little more sensible to remember that they were once young, too.
One of my favorite memories of Grandpa is how active he was. I never thought I "was". Either you were or you weren't. On/off thinking, huh? On his 65th birthday, Grandpa celebrated, at Philmont Scout Ranch with a 60 mile hike.
Which brings me to the title line. The 2011 Ironman Triathlon in Kialua-Kona, Hawaii is about 15 minutes away from its cut-off, lights out. I got up to take my thyroid meds at the usual time, and turned on the streaming video. Now we are seeing the last athletes who will get the official timing/designation as "Ironman". They have swum 2.4 miles. They have biked 112 miles. And they have covered a full marathon 26.2 miles, on foot. They must finish by midnight... 81 year old just crossed the line. Lew Holliday just won his age division: he is an Ironman.
I contend that Grandpa would have loved this race. It is an extreme test of endurance and strength. I will probably never go that distance, myself... but never say never. The commitment to training, the investment in prep races, and the travel to exotic places. But I have a sprint distance one in my future... I can feel it in my bones.
Motivation rises, envisioning crossing a finish line with a grin... 80 year old just crossed the line with less than 10 minutes to the lights out! I can dream... and I can get fit and stay fit to the dreams!
76 year old Harriet Anderson finished with minutes to spare, the oldest female competitor. Go, woman, go!
Saturday, October 08, 2011
We are facing the beginning of a three day weekend off work. I am determined that *this* weekend is not going to be like *last* weekend. I have taken steps to adjust my attitude and examine my feelings, my priorities and motivation. This morning was my monthly maintenance consultation at the JC center and I had a good talk with my consultant (who is, by the way, the greatest... and about to get married next weekend - congrats and best wishes to her).
Armed with all of this, I feel confident that the weekend will be a good one. I went for a brief walk as I was early for my appointment, and I looked up at the sky. My camera is too poor to take a picture that would do it justice, but it could have been a book cover... the strata of clouds with the rising sun playing on them is an amazing sight.
When I got home I went outside and while the allergies are bugging me a bit, it felt good just to be outdoors. For this weekend, I give myself permission to live, and to enjoy life, moment by moment, with no expectations for performance or for pleasing others... mindfully, with gratitude.
Life's good... Spark on!
Friday, October 07, 2011
First off, Thursday was a decent day with the food. I didn't write it down, but I know the drill, and know what I ate, and it was all pretty routine stuff, so I know I'm in range. No "extras" or slipped ins... and I can do that when I am *not* in rebellion mode.
I consider that a blessing. Because it takes at least a certain amount of time to track, and it's more important to *do* than to write about. I took my break walks, because that's one point I refuse to give in on.
I ended up leaving work late. Not a good thing, usually, because lately it has been putting me in a foul mood, resentful. And we all know what emotional / compulsive eaters do with feelings. However, I came home to a ton of supportive comments on my last blog... and found some resolve for the evening hours in those. Thank you, Spark Friends!
This morning, I am pondering the resentment thing. When do I "eat" feelings? Don't know about you all, but I tend to "eat" instead of "speak" when I don't feel that speaking is "safe". So, mad at boss (i.e. not able to separate out the feelings enough to see the intellectual issues and reason / talk them through)? Hit the chips! Not good.
And since I'm "miss perfect goody two-shoes" I can't possibly ever hold feelings of "you're not holding up your end of the workload" toward my teammates, either.
So it must somehow all be my fault for not doing enough *myself*, right? (OK, chime in here... anybody else have this trap in their personality?)
It's not right to always blame the other fella. But it's also not right to always blame yourself.
Food, my drug of choice, has always been a friend, comforter, companion, to help me "avoid" thinking about the troubling emotions and how they conflict with the self-image I want to be me!
This isn't about the scale. The scale is just a symptom that appears when enough behavior drives it. This is about life. It's about behavior. It's about facing feelings, resolving feelings, and moving on, rather than displacing the feelings with food / exercise acting out.
Conversation in brain: "You overload me at work? I have to work late? So I won't get my workout in, and I might as well just eat." That is sick thinking.
Today, just for today... I choose to eat healthy, to plan for the good, to make sure I get those vital breaks with walking. Today I choose to speak my feelings, rather than eat them, if I can do so in a balanced, rational and kind way. And if I don't trust myself to speak that way, I will "take a break"; I will remember that "junk food" isn't going to make things better.
Every day is day 1. And life is good. Spark on!
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