Tuesday, January 26, 2010
I think this chapter was written for me. You see, my biggest hurdle, looking back over the years, has been retaining my motivation. I battle to success, then something happens and I no longer see myself as worth the effort... an injury breaks training, and I have trouble coming back for it... overwork leads me to drop exercise... stress gets swallowed up in overeating... and I find myself back at the beginning of the journey. Or close to it.
Building Block: Personal Leadership
Over the years this has grown. By the one step back, two steps forward method. Now, in my 50's, I feel more in control of my destiny, and less afraid. What may be surprising is that each time I have gone through the exercise of getting fitter I have discovered something about the fit me that I like. I may have slipped backwards, given up for weeks, months, even years on end, but never completely... motivation always returned eventually, if I was patient.
Building Block: Consistency and Momentum
During each of my successful periods, this has been the wind beneath my wings. Only when something relatively big got in the way did I lose my focus. Big? Yeah, injury that I'd have trouble coming back from. Job changes adding to stress, subtracting from time. Marriage falling apart... now wait, that was the beginning of a successful program. I did not deal well with the sea changes of life, in general, though.
But each time, I have got a little better at dealing with my own flaws... accepting my humanity makes the lapses shorter, and the restart quicker.
Building Block: Motivation
The older I get the closer the connection between good nutrition and activity and my health becomes. What do I want the quality of my life to be like for the rest of my life? It's an old fashioned concept, perhaps, but I don't want to be a burden on my son and his wife. I don't want them to worry about my health and independence... Oh, I've said that before, haven't I?
But it never hurts to remind ourselves of what motivates us! Why am I going to all this effort? Sure my health, but why do I care about my health? Because my health supports everything I do... from the good I do at work to the good I can do for my family to any good I can do to give back to my community and the world.
Health is more than physical... it's mental and emotional, too. And that's where the fun comes in. Can never let the fun go out of the motivation picture!
What sets your motivation on fire?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
My kid sis snapped the photo, the fuzzy old lady in the foreground is yours truly, rewarding herself with a fun activity.
This was one of the things I was going to do in 2010 - find the ice skates and use them!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I took a whole week to read and ponder, a bit at a time. My reaction to much in this chapter was "yes, I've learned that... the hard way... over the decades".
The four building blocks to this cornerstone are stated as: exercise, nutrition, stress management, and sleep. It's not ALL about exercise. It's not ALL about diet.
Seriously. It makes sense. The only point on which I might differ from Chris on this is a minor detail. And it is related to "how much sleep is enough". I have learned that sleep is important to my well-being. I know that I need to get adequate sleep to be at my best. I'm convinced (again, over the decades, learning the hard way) that not everybody has the SAME sleep needs.
My own natural need for sleep appears to be somewhere between 7 and 8 hours. If I go to bed and don't put on the alarm, and I'm not super sleep deprived already, I will awaken after seven and feel rested.
Other than that, some nice thoughts to ponder, and my favorite two bits: Never give up. Avoid "stupid" stress. Both things I have internalized through decades of the battle.
I am happiest when I am working on my life, thus the "never give up". Don't you just feel better when you try? Succeeding is not required. If at first you don't succeed, fail again. Fail better next time! (That's not original, I lifted it from a co-worker's motivational clip.)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Concept for this blog entry stolen shamelessly from NewDebDawning. Saw this on her blog, and thought I'd play along. Feel free to play too if you want to...
A is for Age: 57. I call myself a "little old lady in training", which can have such lovely double meanings!
B is for Booze: Not at all. I was raised in a tee-totaling faith, and once I left it, I had already spent a half century booze free... why start now? I tried a mouthful of wine, and decided, naw... not my addiction.
C is for Career: lol... telephone operator & professional student, computer programmer, analyst, application developer and team lead... to name the general high points. Workaholic, in recovery, one day at a time.
D is for Dadís name: Kenneth, deceased 1999, R.I.P., at only age 71. That sounds so young to me. I admired and adored him.
E is for Essential items to bring to a party: Not much of a party-er... so for ME to bring... a good attitude.
F is for Favorite song or music: wide variety, from classical to the rock of my youth, to even country western at times. Like the off beat on occasion, like ragtime piano or marching bands.
G is for Goof off thing to do: Silly games on the web... seriously, gaming can be an addiction. I had to take myself off the Nintendo when my kid was in grade school.
H is for Hometown: I'm going to say Lincoln, NE, as it is where I mostly lived during my growing and developing years, and where I moved back to after careering away for about 15 years.
I is for Instrument you play: Recorder, violin. I specify "play at", because I don't practice, but I do love getting them out around the holidays and making music with the more serious musicians in the family.
J is for Jam or Jelly you like: Strawberry, cherry, grape, raspberry, apricot...
K is for Kids: One son, thus the moniker, which I've been wearing around the web for over a decade.
L is for Living arrangement: House in the suburbs, with my 14 year old German shorthaired pointer. She's my son's dog, but she's my baby, and I'm hoping she stays healthy to greet him when he comes home from overseas.
M is for Momís name: Jo, deceased 1996, RIP, at a young age of 66. We had our mom-daughter issues, who doesn't, but all resolved and at peace when she departed. I still miss the ability to call her up and listen to her take on the world.
N is for Name of best friend: This one's tough. I could come up with several names, but the one that stands above the others in my heart of hearts would be Marilyn.
O is for Overnight Stay in a Hospital: Birth of my son. That's the only time.
P is for Phobias: Railroad crossings. Traumatized by a movie they showed us in Kindergarten. It was supposed to get us to not play around the rail yards in the little town we then lived in. It took me to very dark places and my mom couldn't get me to board the train to go visit grandma the next time we went, short of picking me up, kicking and screaming. I was sure we would be killed or have our legs cut off or something.
Q is for Quote you like: Let us not look back in anger, or forward with fear, but around in awareness - James Thurber
R is for Relationship that lasted longest: I suppose with my son, and he is now older than the length of my marriage. Marriage lasted 21 years 11 months.
S is for Siblings: 3 sisters, one older, two younger, and our brother in the middle spot.
T is for Texas, ever been?: Drove to Dallas and stayed for a couple of days once.
U is for Unique trait: Sheesh... I don't think I'm terribly unique. Except when you combine a lot of normal-ish things together, you end up with a unique combination.
V if for vegetable you love: Big veggie fan here... today I'll say cauliflower, because I found it particularly yummy this week.
W is for Worst traits: Obsessive, perfectionist, anxious, think everything is my fault and I don't deserve the good I've got (but not every day or all the time)... that general vein.
X- is for X-rays youíve had: Just the standard screening ones: mammo & bone density.
Y is for Yummy food you make: There's this really decadent baked cheese puff with an olive inside, and my lasagna is pretty decent.
Z is for Zodiac sign: Scorpio. Surprised?
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