Monday, November 21, 2011
Saturday I went to visit my sister in law. The one who was recently diagnosed with ALS after a long search for answers. I really wanted to see for myself how she was doing, and the answer to that is that she is bearing up with her usual strength and humor, appreciating all the help that she receives and doing all that she can. You can tell she still has her sense of humor because her immediate response to, "How are you?" on the phone was a dry and witty, "Peachy, just peachy!"
Her eyes still sparkle. She is in the "shock and awe" response to her diagnosis, but says she doesn't know what she was thinking in trying to teach this year. She said she was unable to recognize how unrealistic that was until she tried. She also said she thinks she probably shouldn't have been teaching last year, she required so much assistance.
Nonetheless, it is her calling, and what does one do? A year ago she / her doctors did not know what the problem was. The symptoms were there, but as with many, there is overlap among various ailments in symptoms.
I came home and started working on the house... T-day minus 3 and counting. And my program kind of fell apart, and still isn't back. I have decided to cut myself a break this week... I know we're not supposed to let our workouts slide, but... time is the ultimate limited resource. I had to talk myself out the door for work this morning... but once I was there I was OK.
The gals at work have larger groups and longer events for turkey day than I do... one has 19 people descending on her house to stay for 3 days. Another has 24 for dinner. I feel just about right with my 11 who will bring food and take it away. All I have to do is shovel out the house to my own level of "OK".
The family have much to be grateful for, with the one sister off her radiation now and recovering well, and another just having dropped her meds, and a brother in law having got off his diabetes meds. It does help to remember why we ARE on programs. It's not to be "skinny" or "small" or even "sexy"... it is to be the healthy human beings we were designed to be.
And that, my Sparkling friends... is a lot to be grateful for!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
One of my favorite Spark calendar quotes is the one by George Sheehan, that says "Everyone is an athlete. The only difference is that some of us are in training and some are not." I was intrigued enough to look him up on Google, and I find that George Sheehan was a runner and a writer about running, among other things. Here's the Wikipedia entry I found.
What brought it to mind was a conversation that started at the gym last night. Being about a day behind in my training cycle, I was climbing on a spin bike on a night when there were no classes. As I started to crank up, a young man in one of the trainer shirts came up, pointed at my Mud Run t-shirt and asked whether I had participated in that run.
Of course I was happy to tell him that I did, and discovered that he, a personal trainer there at the gym, had also done the Mud run. In his case, it was in a banana suit (as part of one of those 3-person tied together teams). We ended up chatting for most of my workout, as I cranked the resistence up or down, stood on the pedals and dripped sweat.
We talked of athletic dreams. He pointed out one of the guys on a treadmill in the cardio theater and told me this gent was working on running a marathon in every state, and was up to something like 28 states. I had seen said gent in the weight room, pumping some serious iron. Matter of fact, most of the time when I'm in the free weights room, most of the folks around me are sweaty men, lifting serious iron. Hmmm. I must look pretty silly with my little dumbbells and lighter settings on the cable machine. But I do it.
Ryan (that's the trainer's name) tells me that he, too, is looking to do triathlons. He is doing a half Ironman distance one. He advised me to practice transitions, especially from bike to run, as one's legs get fatigued and it is a different motion... takes a bit to get your running legs under you. Good advice. I felt like I got some free training tips.
I came home to Spark after my workout and found someone else bubbling in her blog about how good it felt to been perceived as an athlete... and into my brain pops this quote. Her point was that she didn't do anything particularly dramatic to become an athlete. She just started being more active and making better choices in her eating... she started Sparking! This is open to everyone.
I agree. We won't all be stars on the track. Some of us may be limited by conditions beyond our control. But we can all become the best us we can be. And what I am finding is that the effort is what is respected by those stars... the kids who are winning the golds respect the back of the pack who are out there putting forth the effort! I don't think I ever "got that" as a kid who was picked last for sports teams. Maybe it is that all of us have matured since then.
Here is to the community of athletes... to the respect we bear one to another... and that "we" includes every one of you reading this, whether you know it or not... at the beginning of your journey, nearing the end, in maintenance, or even backsliding. Just for today, keep a training promise to yourself. You're worth it!
Life's good. Spark on!
Friday, November 18, 2011
We all live on budgets, right? Losing weight usually means some of our wardrobes become, uh, "loose". But, not being infinitely wealthy, it takes time to replace them. Priorities being what they are, the work wardrobe comes first. The workout wardrobe helps support staying the new size, so it's up there, too. (Doesn't have to be fancy, but *does* have to not get in the way!)
Undies? Essential! Clothing for special events (like weddings)... just has to be fit in.
The last domino to fall for me? Sleepwear! Two years ago, when I had the parathyroid surgery, I bought a pair of pajamas that fit me THEN. But I dropped another 25 pounds in the next year. And I hadn't bought a new robe... I was still slopping around in one that had belonged to my mother (she's been gone 15 years now... you get the idea). It too had become far too large for my shrinking frame.
I'll be celebrating another trip around the sun in a few days. Yesterday was mom's birthday. How appropos that the package from L. L. Bean arrived yesterday... flannel p.j.'s, a new robe, and fleece lined slippers. I tried them on... they are "small"... and they fit. When I woke this morning and found that I didn't have to cinch in the drawstring... ahhh!
Yes, I feel pampered and rewarded. And this, too, is important to success in maintaining healthy habits.
Life's good... Spark on!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
I had forgotten how HUGE a high a morning workout gives me. See those bubbles? Soda is NO match for endorphin bubbles.
A good night's sleep, a morning workout, and a healthy breakfast... I feel like the world is open and ANYTHING is possible. It does mess with the steel cut oats timing, though, so mornings I do this I will have to have different breakfast arrangements. This morning it was grape juice, a blueberry muffin (small) and skim milk.
No promises this will continue once the snow starts flying around here, but this morning? As a plan B? Um... I may have rediscovered an addictive practice.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Yesterday I wrote about keeping those small promises so we have the momentum to keep the larger ones. Today my after-the-work-day pep talk is about having a plan B, in case the prime objective gets derailed by what we sometimes refer to as "life happening".
I kept my promise to do a weight training workout after work yesterday. Today was the annual chili cookoff at work. I wasn't planning on having a competitive entry this year, but I couldn't really come up with a proper side dish to take in, either.
What I ended up taking as my contribution was a crock of split pea soup I made last weekend! Funny thing, many people saw the green pot, assumed it to be really spicy, and didn't interpret it as split pea soup at all. Some didn't even try it. Still, it got eaten, which was the goal.
Tonight I was going to swim after work... but as I drove toward the gym it became apparent to me that this was probably not the best way to spend the immediate after work hour on chili cookoff day. 'Nuff said. I came home. Glad I did because one of the kittens had managed to trap herself in the bathroom with the litter box, by closing the door (probably chasing a jingle ball) essentially trapping her brother OUTSIDE of the litter box room!
Which brings us to plan B. I am a classic morning person. The gym (and pool) opens at 5 a.m. Hee-hee. So, I have now packed tomorrow's breakfast AND lunch, and am thinking early bedtime tonight, followed by early up and have breakfast after that swim... as a morning workout instead.
See? Plan B. Take care of those rocks. The pebbles and sand will take care of themselves.
Life's good. Spark on!
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