Sunday, November 28, 2010
This morning my home is full of the scent of lit candles and the sound of Handel's Messiah. It is still dark outside, it is that time of year, and the bright stars stand out in the clear sky. Since the weather has been mild over the long holiday weekend, many neighbors have outdoor lights up and lit. What a difference from last year when we were already being socked in my slick and snowy weather by now.
A long weekend gives me more time to think about many things, and this weekend one of the things I was thinking about was goals and how they change. I went back over the photos from the past year, and was surprised. You see, last January, I met my original goal of 150 (on the JC scale). I had no expectation that I would be sitting under 125 (on the home scale) now. What I wanted to do was maybe lose another five pounds (adjusted goal) and then maintain for a year.
I was very proud of this photo, my starting picture, taken last New Year's Eve:
I'm still pretty proud of where I was then. I worked hard to get there.
Here is today's version, as it's the end of a month again:
As proud as I am of where I was a year ago, and that I was "working on it"... I'm even more pleased with where I am today... not because of body size, but because of health. I like feeling good far more than looking good. I'm big on comfort... and one of those oddities of life is that what you think is comfortable in an immediate moment doesn't always lead to long-term comfort.
Exercise may seem like a big commitment, but those ten minutes you work out in front of the TV? Lead to so many benefits! That walk you take away from your stressful job for ten minutes? I can't even begin to say... it leads to better decisions as well as better health.
And then, eleven months later, you gaze at the tree lights, the candle light, and the star light, feeling good in your own skin and recognizing the absence of pain... and an amazing thing called JOY and an internal thing called PEACE.
It's not always easy at the moment of decision... but for each little healthy choice... today I am truly grateful! And to each Spark friend who has posted in good times and bad... that intentionally or not encouraged me to make the next healthy decision? I have a huge debt of gratitude to pay back (or forward).
As so many say, "If I can do it, so can you!" Seriously, is my life so different from yours? Aren't you worth that ten minute decision? Isn't feeling good worth it?
We CAN do this! And... we are worth it. Never give up... that's the only rule.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Yes, people, it's four weeks 'til Christmas... for those of us who celebrate it. And for those who live around us and have to put up with the cultural effects of it.
My personal countdown clock began on Thursday, as I hugged one of my nephews good-bye at the Thanksgiving family gather. He asked, "Christmas eve at your place?" I responded, "Yes." What's weird about this is that I may be the only person there who considers herself Christian.
Back a generation from mine, my mother's sister could never wait 'til Christmas day to open packages, so their tradition was to open the gifts around the tree that night.
In my growing up years, this tradition continued. It involved a soup supper, followed by Dad reading the Christmas story from the Bible, ending with the magi presenting their gifts. We were not well to do, and there were five of us kids, so the gifts we gave were small ones: a candle, a pair of slippers, a new spatula for mom's kitchen. It was usually something a body needed. Nowadays, what were our gifts would be advertised as "stocking stuffers" if they were advertised at all.
The joy of being together was the big deal. This Christmas eve, which was the "real" family Christmas for us, was followed by trips to the two grandmas houses, 60 miles distant, for Christmas breakfast with one grandma, and Christmas dinner with the other, and the car ride home, under the stars, singing in the back seat, led by mom, who could not carry a tune, but it didn't matter.
By the time I moved back here, the venue for Christmas eve had changed to my older sister's home. Mom was gone, Dad was better with going there, rather than trying to host. By this time, my brother was far away, and of the three sisters left in town, two had converted to Judaism. But we still gathered together as a family on Christmas eve, had our soup supper, and my sister would read from the family Bible, ending with the story of the magi, and the phrase "And that's why I give gifts at Christmas".
My "before" picture that I posted here on Spark is from one such gather: www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_photo_gal
This is how my Jewish nieces and nephews have learned about the faith of their relatives and the traditions of the family. When my sister acquired a grandchild and started flying out to spend Christmas with that family... well, things changed again. One niece mournfully asked, "What will we do on Christmas eve?" This was last year... at the last minute, I acquiesced, and Christmas eve moved to my house.
Our religiously eclectic family will gather, I will read the Christmas story, and there may be a few small gifts to pass out, but the latest Christmas tradition is the announcing of what charities I have chosen to donate to, in lieu of giving gifts.
In the meantime, my home will start getting its holiday look, and I will fill it with Christmas music. Yesterday as I put up the tree and focused on the memories each ornament held, it was Handel's Messiah. I have gathered about ten or twelve albums over the years, and will change them and light candles and have moments to myself each day, soaking it in.
I choose to spend the next four weeks in the thankful frame of mind we just nurtured with the American Thanksgiving holiday... what a great way to arrange things!
My Spark friends (for whom I am grateful)... a wish for your Holiday season: may you consider yourself among the recipients of gifts, and give to yourself the gift of living in the moment. Soak it in. Love it. There's a reason for the season. Be kind to yourself, physically, mentally and emotionally. We are worth it.
Friday, November 26, 2010
I felt it appropriate to end the mystery on Thanksgiving Day... it's almost the end of the National Novel Writing Month, and I'm afraid the mystery got far beyond the "outline" of a genre I originally envisioned. But yes, Annie, it was therapeutic to write it.
Where I left it, aside from the epilogue reflection, was more than seven years ago. In fact, all three versions of "my search for health and fitness" were written to cover different periods of a life-line.
There are lessons we all learn from living over the decades. One fresh reminder this morning is that this isn't about the number on the scale. I nibbled too many leftovers last night, fully conscious that I was doing so, and owning the decision... and this morning I'm feeling bloated and not hungry yet, despite the number on the scale.
Perhaps this is yet another lesson... this is what maintenance is all about: yeah, behaving badly at times, but recognizing it right away and getting back to the healthy habits again. Today is a day to put my own advice into practice: treat myself gently, and move on!
Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving day and move into a healthy and happy season.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Salvador Son slept through that fateful Saturday morning. His parents had argued before. Sleeping for 16 hours at a stretch, their arguments were just part of the background noise. But this time, when he awoke, the world was different.
Salvador knew a few basic things: he knew his body hurt, but he'd been observing the effects of the various treatments they had tried. He knew that while he had some very low times when he had wondered whether it was worth going on, he had found reasons that made living worth it. He knew that his mother had struggled with and made a difficult choice: no, two. He felt it was time for him to start making some choices, too. He couldn't stay in that basement forever. And he knew that he did NOT want to live his life the way his father did.
The morning after the big split, Salvador came out of Helen's basement and announced, "Mom, get your coat, we're going to go join a gym." He then proceeded to select a personal trainer. He was following through on the advice of Dr. Special!
Helen had to drive him to the gym, and that didn't hurt HER stress levels a bit. While he met with his personal trainer, she worked out herself. Working out gave her the motivation to also eat healthy. Helen had a couple of follow up appointments with Betty Balance to discuss what had happened, and she bubbled a bit: Salvador was indeed doing what Betty had said. He was figuring it out for himself.
Betty and Helen bid one another "good-bye". There wasn't much more Betty could do for Helen. Not that Helen didn't still have things to work through, but she had already made two major changes in her life, and had learned some skills to deal with what was to come.
Over the next year, working with that personal trainer, Salvador lost weight and became fit. The following Summer, he tackled learning to drive and got his license. Then his GED. He signed up at a community college and chose to study psychology. He joked with his mom that he chose that field because both his parents were "crazy".
How healthy did Salvador become? Healthy enough to reject the initial diagnosis: you don't get "better" from what they had labeled him. There were no signs of that any more. Healthy enough to pass the Army physical fitness test before going to basic training.
Looking back, Helen saw the whole thing as a miracle. She saw the hand of God working even when she was angry with God. She saw that God had worked in Salvador's life even when he said he didn't believe. Her heart was full of gratitude.
Even the epilogue for Harried Husband (now ex-husband) has some bright spots: once Salvador Son got some of his training behind him, he was able to talk his dad into getting some help. That story is still unfolding.
What about the mystery we started with? Was it ever solved? Who were the evil antagonists who were stealing Helen's health? Were they stopped forever, and jailed? Did they reform and stop punishing Helen?
Well, they still inhabit Helen's life... but there's a new voice in the mix: Helen herself has found an identity separate from Carrie Careerwoman, separate from Polly Perfectionist, separate from Debbie Denial. Helen has become more astute about recognizing the difference between her own thoughts and these so-called friends. She weighs what they say... and makes her own choices. She owns her decisions.
And that's about as good as it gets.
- the end -
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
"What is she thinking?" Harried Husband exploded, crumpling up the letter from Helen Heroine. In it, she had suggested that he wasn't welcome in the house in Hometown until he got some therapy himself. Then maybe they could go to couples counseling together!
This had to be the fault of that Betty Balance person! She was poisoning Helen's mind against him. He had to get Helen back in line... he was losing her.
Even before this latest event, Helen had been changing, and it unsettled Harried. He hadn't been happy when she started that whole weight loss thing ten years ago, but he liked her new shape. He was just disappointed that she had never done it for him! It was some thing about having to do it for herself, or it wouldn't work?
The worst of it was that Helen had left the church. When she told him over the phone he didn't want to hear it, in fact he asked her not to tell him if she had, but it slipped out somehow anyway. Helen, the one raised in the faith! If they didn't have that in common, what else was she going to change?
"She can't keep me away! I am her husband!" And he began to make plans for the trip back out. He made vague promises about counseling... he dabbled with visiting some Tibetan monks, but would not go to a traditional therapist. It was, after all, against the faith.
After several promises and timing issues, Harried showed up one night, unannounced, at the house in Hometown. Just let himself in with a key... no phone call ahead to say he'd even left Oldtown. Nine o'clock on a December evening, when Helen was about ready to retire for the night.
It was not a pretty sight... Harried had brought token items: a buddhist prayer bowl, a Tibetan flag, and he tried to tell Helen that they would do their own "do it yourself" counseling... but she couldn't force him to go to therapy. She admitted that he was right about that. By the end of the first weekend with him back in the house, she was in a puddle of tears on her home office floor after one of Harried's "do it yourself" sessions, unable to stop the sobbing.
At this point she knew. Helen knew that she would not be able to live up to what she had told Betty a year ago: "I don't believe in divorce." Helen had two choices: change back or move forward.
Helen talked with Salvador, to kind of warn him what might lay ahead. With the wisdom of his eighteen years Salvador said, "You know, mom, leaving Dad won't solve all your problems." She knew he was right, but the way she interacted with Harried, she also knew, would lead to self-destruction. She just didn't have the strength... and that was a huge disappointment to herself (not to mention her chum Polly Perfectionist)!
Helen dithered over the decision for a few months, making practical plans but leaving herself open to a change of heart... if she could only get through this visit and he would leave again, she'd have breathing room to THINK. What she really wanted was for Harried to do what SHE thought was best for him.
However, Harried really now feared he was losing Helen and was pulling out all his unconsciously manipulative methods that used to work. He didn't leave after six weeks as he used to do!
One morning in April, it came to an end. Helen said "no". Harried exploded in rage, charging her, grabbing her by the neck and backing her up against her kitchen counter. Helen had feared such a reaction, which was why she'd been careful in planning her escape. Things just escalated before she had put it into place.
Helen yelled Salvador's name. Salvador was sleeping in his lower level bedroom. But the name of his son stopped Harried in his tracks. This wasn't really who he was. Helen was so shaken that all she did was collect her purse, get her keys, and tell Harried that she would not return to the house until he was gone. If he did not leave, she would find and place of her own... it was over. This line could NEVER be crossed. And she drove away.
Harried agreed to leave, and despite one last attempt to manipulate Helen by threatening to harm himself... he did. Helen did not sleep well until she got the locks changed.
... to be continued... (Tomorrow: Salvador's miracle)
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