Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Walter Mitty's got nothing on me... this famed phrase/word/sound came popping into my musings yesterday morning as I got out of my car in the garage at work. I had my car keys in my hand and was about to shove them into my pocket when something came through my thick head.
Was it vanity? Maybe... .
See, I refuse to purchase pants without pockets. I love pockets. They are so convenient. You can stuff tissues in them (for us allergy sufferers), or keys for easy access, or change, a note to yourself, the cell phone or pda... whatever. I've always considered it the height of foolishness to not have them in your clothing just because you happen to be a female. What self-respecting man would buy trousers without pockets?
Without pockets, you're forced to carry bags! Bags have to be watched over and remembered. And I admit, like Walter Mitty, to being absent-minded... I'm too busy thinking about other things to think about what I need to carry along with me. Pockets are the perfect thing!
But... yesterday morning I stopped in my tracks when I saw... the bulge the keys were making in the line of my "look". Now, back when I weighed 224 pounds, or even when I was in the 190's... what was one more bulge? Now, with my shrunken frame, the bulge looked larger... and more awkward... and I kind of LIKED the way I looked in the mirror that morning.
So, the keys went into the purse. Vanity. Sigh. But also a "giggle point".
Monday, June 28, 2010
You have to be able to laugh at yourself... or at least laugh at the process.
Yesterday was a gorgeous day here. It wasn't as beastly humid as it has been, and there was a light breeze. I opted to take my training outdoors, at a nearby lake (background photo shows it). I fully intended to take pictures, so I loaded up the fanny pack with the camera, the cell phone (I have old technology, people), and my driver's license and drove down and parked.
Being conscious of hydration issues, I also took my stainless steel water bottle. And I was geared up in my favorite fitness wear, from head to toe. I was psyched... this would be my first outdoor attempt at some good interval training, I mean geared up to do so. Yes, I had done some informal breaking into a jog while walking the dog, but that was different... I was going to jog, snap some photos, walk recovery phase... you know the drill.
Only... the last time I wore this fanny pack? It was the ice skating episode early in the year. I seem to fuzzily remember NOW that it was on the loose side then. I snugged it up to as skinny as the strap would allow then. And I was wearing it over top of jeans and sweatshirt then.
So... I start my walk to warm up. I snap a few shots to make the blog interesting.
See where the path goes? Yep, under water. We've had a bit of rain around here lately. Detour around the flooded spots on the path. I didn't break into a jog until I got up to the top of the dam. And then the fun with the fanny pack began... you saw it coming two paragraphs ago. It's no longer a fanny pack. It slipped, it slid, it was off balance, and I was afraid it was going to knock the pedometer off, or worse, pull down my knickers as it slid over my "missing in action" hips.
Oops. So, no more jogging. Rest of walk around the lake was an adventure in experimentation. Part of it was "fanny pack worn above the boobs"... I DO still have a chest. Not very comfy, but it did allow some short interval jogging time.
Next time, I'll be better prepared. Guess it's not just clothing you shrink out of.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Call it "pop", "Coke", "soda", whatever, depending on your region of the world, but I finally gave up the bubbles on December 27, 2009, having my last diet soda with my Christmas dinner. (For those of you who don't remember, Christmas dinner was delayed by snowstorm until the 27th.)
I knew yesterday that I would blog about this today, because it's a relevant factor of my motivational cycle. What I have noticed, is that getting closer to this milestone, and with hot weather in full force, the temptation to have one has been high. And just having this date staring me in the face gave me a little stop-gap strategy: "If I can just hold off 'til the 4th of July... I'll give myself permission to have ONE soda that day."
That got me through some difficult days, and now, I'm at the half-year mark, and facing decisions:
Is this really a permanent change? Have I become a non-soda drinker? For ever? Or... should I allow myself the possibility of becoming a "once or twice a year on special occasions" soda imbiber? As with 12-step programs, this is a decision that can be made one choice at a time... "for today".
To branch off in another direction: yesterday after my shower I became aware that my towel had worn out... it was developing a bare patch. This is a really, really old towel. I acquired it in high school, when my mom let me choose colors for my room. It's orange, a bright, sunny, cheerful color that spoke to my teen-aged self of energy and a future. Now, it's old, and thread-bare. It is destined for the trash (or to be a car-wash towel, rather). I think I've got my mom's money's worth out of this one!
But noticing the old towel and recognizing how long I've held on to it (we're talking 40 years here)... took the mind in the direction of "what else do I hang on to"? And that led to habits and coping strategies... sometimes we hang on to them beyond the point of threadbare, too. Or maybe that's just me.
When they stop being useful, what do YOU do with them? Do they hang around and get taken out from time to time? Or are they really, really gone?
The old towel and the soda habit. Will the towel be in the trash six months from now? And will I still be soda-free? To be continued... call me on it next Christmas, OK?
Saturday, June 26, 2010
It's Day 3 of my "blog for a month" challenge. What I am discovering is that the commitment to blog brings some other good habits with it. In an effort to have things to blog about, I find myself keeping those promises to myself... and also because I'm writing about motivation it makes it easier to keep those promises. Sounds like a win-win.
As for last weekend's little lapse with the emotional eating, looking to avoid it this weekend, partly BY blogging. Accountability comes in many forms.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Day 2 of the blog for a month challenge - my spark a day calendar tells me to journal about motivation today. Funny how the timing of things on a calendar can fit so perfectly at times!
Seriously, motivation is the key to everything, isn't it? WHY am I doing this? WHY do I care? Aren't those the little devil-voices that haunt our footsteps (and meal choices)...
I don't know how many of you are self-help junkies (like me), but there is this book that's been around for a while, so it's probably somewhat "out of fashion". It's called The Solution, written by Laurel Mellin, M.A., R.D., the creator of the Shapedown Program at U of California, San Francisco School of Medicine. Copyright 1997. The purpose of the program was to help adolescents with weight issues.
This book was an eye-opener for me, back in that time frame, and some parts of it I wasn't ready for yet. But it identified six causes and six cures, divided into three areas: MIND, BODY, and LIFESTYLE.
In the section on MIND, were the causes Weak Nurturing and Ineffective Limits. Their corresponding cures? Strong Nurturing and Effective Limits.
BODY outlined causes of Body Shame and Poor Vitality, countered by cures Body Pride and Good Health (that's the part I wasn't ready for at the time).
Finally, LIFESTYLE causes were Unbalanced Eating and Stalled Living. Their cures were Balanced Eating and Mastery Living.
The interesting thing about this and many other books that address those of us who struggle with weight issues over and over again... they all boil down to some combination of these factors. Pick your favorite metaphor, your guru, your program (even down to our friendly experts here at SparkPeople.com). All preaching the same stuff: this is not a one-dimensional problem!
Motivation must be addressed first and foremost... because if you lack that, all the knowledge in the world of "how" won't help!
All that soap-boxing over, just what is my motivation, today? Yesterday, on the drive to work, it dawned on me that this boils down to a couple very simple questions:
1. Do you want to keep living? Well, yes, of course, duh! OK, so not depressed. Passed that test.
2. What do you want your quality of life to be like for the rest of your life?
I want to be functionally fit... just look at what I rejoiced about it blogs recently... being able to climb stairs without hyperventilating... being able to help someone move without suffering for a long time after the effort. I want to be ABLE. That's the bottom line for me. I want to be independent, physically and mentally... the helper, not the victim.
A simple motivation perhaps, but it is abundantly clear for those of us in our second-half century. Even if we got away with some not so healthy behaviors in the past... has it served us well? How did I feel when I behaved that way long-term? How have I felt while "on program" (in whichever incarnation that was, dating back to, say 1989)?
Bottom line, I am doing this because it makes me a happier, healthier person. And that's for my own benefit and the benefit of those around me!
What's keeping YOU going today?
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