A big thank you to the 3D's who blogged their way through the last 3 months. Dee (my sister) is unable to finish up her last post because she's getting the electrical path of her heart "rewired". Only she could "re-program" her heart to do something other than it was supposed to. We hope that with this new pathway, she will avoid the hospital stays that have become routine the last few months.
All three were brave enough to share their challenges and this required self relfection which at times can be difficult to acknowledge. A few clients this week actually logged their cals and were stunned to see how much they had been consuming. Remember the old saying, "knowledge is power!"
Our blogger for the next 30 days will be Anndrea. I encourage you to share in her blog with her. Remember that I read every posting but this is your platform to post.
Thanks again to the 3D's for sharing for 90 days!!!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Diligent
Well Ladies we are about to come to the end of our time together! Hard to believe it has been three months. But it makes me realize that time just keeps moving forward, faster and faster. That makes it even more important that we take care of ourselves everyday. Tomorrow becomes today then it is yesterday, last week, last week, last month, last year, etc. While I have lost 14 pounds during this three months, it is not close to my goal. I am embarassed that I did not do better, and feel I have let Lindsey down. Here is what I have learned: Not to quit, to write down my food, and to move every day. Every day we have a choice, our goal is to choose ourselves and our health first. Thanks Lindsey you mean so much to each of us.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Determined
Hello Ladies,
I keep forgetting we are supposed to be writing "D" stuff! So today I picked Determined. I am so lucky to have Lindsey to keep me focused. Man does she have her hands full. We were walking and talking last week, and I felt like a big whiner given the current health crisis with her friend. We all get so caught up in our stuff that we forget how lucky we are, each day. This year I have had one ache pain, injury, issue after another. But nothing serious, and for this I am thankful. So I am Determined to quit making excuses and put my health and fitness first. You know it must be a frustrating job to be a trainer/coach like Lindsey and the others and watch people choose not to put themselves first. I get frustrated in my own job when clients won't listen to me, I know it must be even more difficult when poor health is the issue. Why is it we don't choose health and fitness first? What is it that keeps us from reaching our goals? I am Determined to find these answers for myself, and hope you do too!
I keep forgetting we are supposed to be writing "D" stuff! So today I picked Determined. I am so lucky to have Lindsey to keep me focused. Man does she have her hands full. We were walking and talking last week, and I felt like a big whiner given the current health crisis with her friend. We all get so caught up in our stuff that we forget how lucky we are, each day. This year I have had one ache pain, injury, issue after another. But nothing serious, and for this I am thankful. So I am Determined to quit making excuses and put my health and fitness first. You know it must be a frustrating job to be a trainer/coach like Lindsey and the others and watch people choose not to put themselves first. I get frustrated in my own job when clients won't listen to me, I know it must be even more difficult when poor health is the issue. Why is it we don't choose health and fitness first? What is it that keeps us from reaching our goals? I am Determined to find these answers for myself, and hope you do too!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
D is for Dancing!!
.............so, I am just going to blog and apologize for being so scarce. I am first going to walk though before this blog becomes a reason for it not to happen! Be back in an hour.
OK, so my first walk since my orthopediac surgeon put a ban on walking. Not bad, except I forgot the "blanket" for my mouth and so I wheezed my way through the walk because the weather is still cold and induces asthma - and my goal is to be so organized I spend the night before choosing the right music like my hero Lindsey, and can't even remember the mouth blankie and the inhaler!
Well, it is folk dancing season here in SA, traditionally called – toyi-toyi-ing. Everyone wants more, so there are protests and strikes from every region, every job type, every union, and I call it rolling mass action, because they are considerate enough to do it one at a time and so every week it is a different group. At least we don't go without water, power, sanitation, taxis and telephones all at once! Out in the streets our people are doing the Pony, the Watusi and the Mashed Potato. They’re whirling like dervishes and shimmying up a storm as they kick over garbage bins and, in a brilliant spectacle of colour and passion, toss the contents high into the air like streamers in a symbolic search for the relics of the national fowl, the one deep-fried in a batter containing 11 secret herbs and spices.
What about the rest of us? It is all kept a safe distance from the sanitized suburbs where we need a substantial amount of fine malt in us to even consider the possibility of a midday shuffle. I am thinking that all the middle class people who have had to cut gym memberships due to the recession, may very well like to boogie in the streets collectively at lunchtime. Zumba has always appealed to me - in fact I once saw the most amazing thing in Caracas - this huge central park where hundreds and hundreds of people gathered on Sundays - some were playing group games like, running red rover, others looked like versions of twist - but lots of team sports and then this massive area where every conceivable shape, age, colour and creed were neatly lined up and doing zumba to some hypnotic Latino rythyms. It was honestly the most magical moment to see such lack of reserve, such uninhibited fun, uncontrived and spontaneous and just family and friends having fun in it's purest form. So, as much as I love walking, I can't say it is FUN - I like it very much, I clear my mind, I think of possibilities and solutions for pressure points but I am going to find something fun .... and cheap..... to do this week on a consistent basis. I had a temporary lapse of sanity and had a momentary flashback of "rock-hopping" in the river in my youth and was going to ask my 23 yr old Ashar if I could join him in Parkour or free running. Well, not now anyway - maybe - a year's time?
I am falling and getting up and falling and getting up, and am up at the moment, so am setting goals to keep me up , since I have neglected to do so for many months. POGS here I come!
Take care and thanks for the insights and magnificent pics of healthy food - very inspiring!
d
OK, so my first walk since my orthopediac surgeon put a ban on walking. Not bad, except I forgot the "blanket" for my mouth and so I wheezed my way through the walk because the weather is still cold and induces asthma - and my goal is to be so organized I spend the night before choosing the right music like my hero Lindsey, and can't even remember the mouth blankie and the inhaler!
Well, it is folk dancing season here in SA, traditionally called – toyi-toyi-ing. Everyone wants more, so there are protests and strikes from every region, every job type, every union, and I call it rolling mass action, because they are considerate enough to do it one at a time and so every week it is a different group. At least we don't go without water, power, sanitation, taxis and telephones all at once! Out in the streets our people are doing the Pony, the Watusi and the Mashed Potato. They’re whirling like dervishes and shimmying up a storm as they kick over garbage bins and, in a brilliant spectacle of colour and passion, toss the contents high into the air like streamers in a symbolic search for the relics of the national fowl, the one deep-fried in a batter containing 11 secret herbs and spices.
Recently, the doctors and medical staffers at state hospitals toyi-toyied with the best of them, but then they had access to God knows what in the muti (medicine) department.
What about the rest of us? It is all kept a safe distance from the sanitized suburbs where we need a substantial amount of fine malt in us to even consider the possibility of a midday shuffle. I am thinking that all the middle class people who have had to cut gym memberships due to the recession, may very well like to boogie in the streets collectively at lunchtime. Zumba has always appealed to me - in fact I once saw the most amazing thing in Caracas - this huge central park where hundreds and hundreds of people gathered on Sundays - some were playing group games like, running red rover, others looked like versions of twist - but lots of team sports and then this massive area where every conceivable shape, age, colour and creed were neatly lined up and doing zumba to some hypnotic Latino rythyms. It was honestly the most magical moment to see such lack of reserve, such uninhibited fun, uncontrived and spontaneous and just family and friends having fun in it's purest form. So, as much as I love walking, I can't say it is FUN - I like it very much, I clear my mind, I think of possibilities and solutions for pressure points but I am going to find something fun .... and cheap..... to do this week on a consistent basis. I had a temporary lapse of sanity and had a momentary flashback of "rock-hopping" in the river in my youth and was going to ask my 23 yr old Ashar if I could join him in Parkour or free running. Well, not now anyway - maybe - a year's time?
I am falling and getting up and falling and getting up, and am up at the moment, so am setting goals to keep me up , since I have neglected to do so for many months. POGS here I come!
Take care and thanks for the insights and magnificent pics of healthy food - very inspiring!
d
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