I Think That Shakespeare Said it Best

of course, he often did..

 “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;”1

 Today is a day of reflection and thought. I am sitting here in my office, halfway to my 45th birthday. What, I wonder, is my mark upon this world? Do I even need to make a mark? What have I done with my life, that I could die feeling that I had lived all that I could?

And, to be fair and honest, the answer is “Quite a lot, you silly twit. Stop being maudlin.”
I have. I have a wonderful daughter. I have a wonderful set of friends and pseudo-husband. I am about to finish all the paperwork & flaming hoop-leaping required to finish my degree. I have a lovely home in a pretty, rural area.
I am blessed in so.many.ways.

But there are places I want to go, things that I want to do, that I want to see. Things that explore beyond the little confines of my life as it currently stands.

I am, usually, a grabber of horns. I want to do something, I go and do it. However, in the last few years I have felt too old, too used up, to broken, too busy, too out of shape.

“I can do anything!” became “I don’t think I can do that. I’m [___insert excuse___]” instead.

I have to tell you friends, that is a lonely way to live your life. Hiding from the world and then feeling left out?  Recipe for disaster.

Well, fuck that. I am better than that. I am worth more than fading away and sitting quiet and hoping that I will be overlooked2.

No. I will pick back up the reins of my life. I will drive myself to where I want to be, physically, emotionally, and mentally. I have a plan. I have a therapist3.  I will do whatever I can to win the war on apathy and lethargy.

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1 – The quote in its entirety:

“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger.”
           ― William Shakespeare, Henry V

2 – And perversely, feeling depressed when I was. Because THAT makes sense, yo.

3 – Oh, thank goodness!

 

Bikinis, Sour Cream and the Tao of Eating Right

Tao = The Way or the Path. Usually associated with more metaphysical paths.  It somehow seemed appropriate here. 😀
Title is, in part, from this scene from “Chinese Ghost Story.”
Which, if you haven’t seen it, go forth and do so.

A friend of mine was recently chosen to be a participant in a weight loss contest called the “Slim Down Showdown.”  She is blogging about her journey towards a more healthy and active self. I encourage you to go and give her a hug, a kudos, and cheer her on. She is an amazing person with reservoirs of strength that will astonish you. I cannot wait to see what magic she works with this next step in her life.

Freebird!!!

It occurred to me yesterday, as I was congratulating and jumping up and down and squeeing for her, that my own healthy eating practices have been somewhat lax just recently.
OK.
Very lax. To the tune of an added 10 pounds.  In the grand scheme of things, I know that a ten-pound gain over a semester isn’t that big a deal to most people.

But, you see, it is to me. I was starting to get all fretted up – being generally anxious and down on myself. That is, until my pseudo-husband pointed out, “Hey, you’ve been working out pretty regularly. Could it be added muscle and body rearrangement causing the gain?”1

Hrm.

Hrrrrm.

Well, maybe.
But, still. The feeling of not having a good handle on my family’s nutrition bothered me. We have had Domino’s a bit too often recently. Pizza every now and again is not a bad thing. Pizza as a staple2 is.

I have some set ideas about nutrition. My mantra is “real food; whole food.” I want to set down a meal for us where I know exactly what went into it.
I cannot afford the pricier, “organic” versions of some things. For example, almost $4 for a dozen eggs seems extreme on my budget. Especially when a dozen and a half of the ‘regular’ eggs costs $2.50.  Or corn on the cob for $1 for six ears at my local grocer; and 4 for a $1 at the big box Organic Store.
I am not going to get into a debate on the pros/cons of organic purchasing. For now3, most of that sort of food is simply beyond my price range.

Another battle that I am having on the nutrition front is with Mister Man. He is a trauma nurse. He loves and believes in the AMA. He especially believes in their low/no-fat program of eating. For him this means using the sin grasa versions of products, especially the dairy products. And while I grok what he is saying: he worries about heart health and cholesterol and fats, I worry about eating things that more rightly belong in a chemistry set.

Let me give you an example:

My feeling is – eat the real stuff. Just eat a smaller portion of it. In the example above – sour cream – most folks are just adding enough for flavor and creamy texture, right? So, 2 tablespoons ought to easily do it. Not a couple of huge dollops that take out the top third of the container.4

I always do better when I have a plan. A set track of what I should be doing. Because while I love and can easily do spontaneous fun eating – I am not so good at the everyday healthy spontaneity. Some people are, and that’s awesome. Me, not so much.

And it occurs to me, that perhaps I am not alone in this? That other people are looking at their eating/fitness habits and saying “Well…now what?”

I know that when I very first started hammering out an exercise and nutrition plan, it helped me to see what other people did. And NOT Fitness Guru Flava O’the Day. Regular people. People who had to get up with their kids in the morning. People who had to be at work or school, every day. People who don’t necessarily have the bazillions of dollars to join a gym or hire a trainer or buy fancy-schmancy fitness equipment.

It also helps me to have a set goal. Something concrete I can work towards. I have two at staggered intervals. GOOOALLLL!

Goal The First: I am going on a cruise in September. (I KNOW, right?) I’d like to be able to wear, sans embarrassment, a bathing suit of my choice.

Preferably something with skulls.

 

 

 

 

Goal the Second: There is a 5k Obstacle course that I want to participate in this coming December. I have never in my life run in any sort of event. I’ve always said that running is what you do if someone is chasing you.
Well….Now I can do both. A 5k WITH people things chasing me. How fantastically awesome is that?

My plan is pretty simple. It has to be. I haven’t got the extraneous brainpower to do anything that requires me to calculate this, that, and what in the heck is THAT?

Plan: Real food, balanced meals, smaller portions, daily exercise, track everything. Wooo!

I know. So intricate! So maddeningly complicated! So difficult.  /sarcasm5

But really, a good plan is that simple when it is boiled down. I have my schedule and menu set. I feel calm and confident in my success. The next step, in the words of some advertising agency, is to Just DO EET.

So, that’s what I am doing.

 

~~NOTE!!~~

These are some of the people and sites that I find helpful and inspiring. Check them out! There’s fabulous information to be had. These are from a variety of backgrounds and ideologies, a little something from everyone.   Also included is the website I use to track my in/out of food and physical activity.

Fit Mama Training  :::  Every day, simple changes that have a lifetime effect.
Go Kaleo  :::  Hard training vegan with a fabulous outlook on life.
Austin Hula Hooping  ::: A great place to start looking for hoopin’ info.
Robert Gardner Wellness  ::: Thai Massage, Yoga in Everyday life, eating simple.
Livestrong  :::  Most of everything I eat already exists in the database. Easy-peasy!

 

 

 

 

1 – Paraphrased.
2 – For me, that is more than twice in a month.
3 – Only one real income, me in school full time, The Girl being a teen who eats *everything* that isn’t nailed down.
4 – Something that I used to do, back in the bad old days.
5 – Heheheh. I amuse me.

Pilates and Peeing and Food

Yeah, I know. But that IS what this post is about.

Last night was Pilates night. As always at the end of it, I was pleasantly body-happy; aware of each of my core muscles. How they stacked on each other, moved with one another. I could feel my posture, if you can dig it.

Today will be – time, adhesions, and Advil willing – kettlebell1 day. I will stand in my garage (safer there, in case of grip mishaps) and swing my 20# piece of iron until the sweat runs into a puddle.
I am totally OK with puddle-y sweat.2

Tomorrow will be Pilates again, and quite possibly a walk/run.3

So, why am I telling you all of this?

Because I have a bit of a quandary. And it has to do with my Darling Teen.   She’s going to be 13 years old in a just a couple of months.
Thirteen! Years! Old!

*goes all verklempt*
*waves hands at face in futile fan-the-tears-away effort*

The EPITOME of verklempt.

~ahem~

 

Sorry. Back now.
Where I am actually going with this has to do with her health. See, I was not a healthy adolescent.  Even when I was a jock, I had an unhealthy attitude towards food. I also had an extremely unhealthy attitude about my weight.
But – and I want to stress this – that’s not where I am going with this, either. She has a decent attitude about her weight and body composition. Her basic problem is that she dislikes exercise. It interrupts her reading/texting/computer time, y’see.
Right now, she is damn sedentary. We are working as a family to alter that, however.4

One of the things we’re discussing is having her take some self-defense classes, starting this summer. It could only benefit her to know some basic self-defense.  Further, the discipline and exercise are fantastic. We’d also like to get her involved in some sort of team sport. She is in process of deciding which one sounds more appealing.

One of the things that I am struggling with is trying to decide how and when to approach pelvic floor exercises. Because really? That doesn’t need to be a surprise for her when she gets older.  I don’t think it’s just mothers and older women who have issues, though. I know that I had some issues with incontinence5 and exercise when I was her age. I had more issues after I had children and got older. It has taken some determination and work on my part to fix those issues. As a mom, I’d like for The Girl to never have to experience that sort of problem.

Nothing on the internet6 gives me any sort of time-frame other than “once you’ve experienced total failure, you can start doing these to help” sorts of links. Which, as preventative care, sucks bigga-time.

Bette Davis has nothing but disdain for this horrific lack of available and useful information.

Next on the list is our food. This is a huge, sticky, emotionally freighted subject for a great many people. There are a lot of folks who’ve mixed politics in with their veggies. There are at least as many people who could give Rat B’s Ass about the sourcing of their food. And you know what? That’s fine. I am not here to talk about those things.

Today.
mmmm….veggies.

What we are doing is incorporating a diet composed mostly of whole foods. Things like fruits, veg, meat proteins, etc. We will try to avoid processed foods, high in sugar foods, HFCS foods, and needless white carbohydrates.

I’m not saying cake, soda, pizza, cookies, KitKats and all those other sorts of things are Banned Forever From On High, Amen. I am saying that they are not and should not be a daily consumption item.

ETA:  Wow. And in a moment of the internet being timely, THIS article just popped up on my reader. Go and read it. I was heh, floored.

1 – Hers is the book/plan that I am following.
2 – In this instance. 😀
3 – Workout partner’s knee depending.
4 – Modeling! Not just for clothing anymore!
5 – One incident, in particular stands out. There was some bullying and terror and not being able to use the restroom at the middle school and praying that I made it home in time. And failing.
6 – No, Interwebz! You’ve failed me!