We Can Do It!

   Our youngest snapped this photo of me in San Francisco (his idea).  When I downloaded the pictures, I smiled.  I know its silly, but what a great blog photo, right?  You know what?  I know its true.  Together, we can...do it... What is "IT"?   We all know what it is... "IT" is getting healthy, and becoming more fit, despite our personal road blocks... whatever they may be.  For each of us, its different.  Be it physical issues, busy schedules, or just constant temptation, we can do it.  We can rise above our obstacles and achieve better health.    

   This past week, I walked a total of 27 miles.  I did it...one step at a time.  The damp air made my arthritis ache (I have a lot of arthritis).  I could have popped a few Motrin and lay on the couch all day whining.  Seriously.  I can make excuses like anyone else.  There was a time not too long ago when I did just that.  Those days seem so distant, like another lifetime.  Sure, I hurt...but its just pain.  I know what my body can take...and you know what yours can take.  Am I right?  

   I am a different woman now.  I manage the pain.  It doesn't manage me.  Last night, I was sitting with some friends.  We were talking about how, when you go to different doctors, they sometimes over medicate.  Some  don't even look at your records.  And they don't always tell you what to stop taking when you begin something new.  They just give you more meds.  Eventually, they pile up.  

   Years ago, I was taking several medications for one issue.  I was sent to a new doctor (Honestly, I don't think I ever saw the same doctor twice).  This time, though, he read my current prescriptions.  He looked at me and said, "This is nuts.  I am going to take you off everything."  I actually panicked (not good when you have a panic disorder).  Breathe... Seriously, I relied on those meds.  But I was a good patient.  I almost always did what my doctors told me.  The only exception was when a doctor (who, by the way, never read my medical record) tried to put me on anti-depressants.  I told him, regardless of what he thought, I knew I wasn't depressed.  I asked him if he had an anti-pissed off pill I could take.  I wish I had that session on tape.  You should have seen the look on his face.  I don't think anyone had ever said "no" to his so called expert medical opinion.  But I knew my body.  And I knew the side effects of the drug he suggested.  

  Anyway, for two months, I took only one medication...the one he prescribed for chronic migraines.  And you know what?  It worked, at least for the migraine issue.  In the end, I took that one preventative medication for seven years.  This year, I asked to be weaned off it.  Today, I take only vitamins.  I know the triggers for my migraines and I avoid them.  Sure, I still have other issues.  Over the years, I've taken some serious medications when I threw my back out.  But they were for a limited time.  I still deal with my knees, my feet, my Fybromyalgia, my anxieties, and my well, my occasional leakage (ugh...don't ask...kegels help). 

http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/kegel-exercises/WO00119  C'est la vie.  One step at a time.  

  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not knocking modern medicine.  People lead longer, more fruitful lives every day because of modern medical miracles.  But it doesn't work for everyone.  Doctors only know what you tell them.  They are smart, but they cannot read minds.  They are human, and not infallible.  They are not in your body, feeling your pain.  They can only do so much.  I learned its okay to ask questions, to request alternatives, and yes...to say no.  Don't be afraid to try alternative medicine.  In my experience, it does help alleviate pain and anxiety.  My first step toward feeling better was simple...yoga.  I always go back to it when my back hurts or when I feel stressed.  And prayer?  It doesn't hurt.  

   All in all, I consider myself fortunate.  I am still standing.  I can still walk.  I can still lift weights, do push ups, do sit ups (and yes, butt lifts).  I can still make good choices when it comes to what I put in my body.  I can.  We can.  We can do it!  And trust me when I say...it all counts.  Have a healthy day.  : )       

I Watched The Royal Kiss From My Treadmill

Our wedding day - 22 April 1995

  From our home in "Prince William" County (a castle to us), we turned on the telly around 6 am and watched what was left of the royal wedding.  No, we didn't wear hats, and we didn't serve scones.  I do love fresh scones.  How many calories are in a scone anyway?
  We dressed, got ready for the day, turned everything off, woke our son, and wondered downstairs (our routine).  "The Today Show" was on.  It would be a "royal" day today.  I must admit, I love all the pomp and circumstance.  I remember watching Diana and Charles wed the summer after I graduated high school.   Even then, I remember thinking that I wouldn't have gone for the poofy gown.  Not my style.  But still, it was a beautiful ceremony and Diana was lovely.
  Today, as we watched Catherine and William, I felt so happy for them.  Catherine, at 29, was nearly the same age I was at marriage.  I was 31 when I exchanged vows with my Irish prince (he's a prince to me).  On the day we married, sixteen years (and seven days) ago, he looked every bit as regal as William.  I didn't know it then, but in a way, our wedding was also royal.  According to Ancestry.com, I have numerous ancestors of royal blood (both English and French) on my father's side.  I won't list names, but trust me...its pretty cool.
   On our special day, my husband wore his finest uniform (he was a Major at the time).  We had Groomsmen with sabers, a beautiful Matron of Honor, a charming best man, sweet junior bridesmaids, adorable flower girls, and a very cute, somewhat restless ring bearer.  I wore a significantly non poofy gown.  Several questioned me as to why I wore a dress and not my own military uniform (I was a Captain then).  To me, the reason was simple.  Like most brides, I wanted the fairy tale.  I wanted to feel extraordinarily feminine, like a princess.  By the way, I absolutely loved Kate's gown.  In my opinion, it was an excellent choice.  Its funny, but if I put on my wedding gown today, I'm afraid I would have to have it altered.  With all the exercise and healthy eating, I am two sizes smaller than I was back in 1995.  : )  How awesome is that, right?    
   Well, when my husband headed to work, and our youngest to school, I relocated to the basement gym and continued to watch the couple's first official kiss (as husband and wife) from my treadmill.  What a beautiful couple they make.
   So, to Catherine and William, I wish the best life and love have to offer from your well, distant relatives in America.

 

I Finally Had My Hair Done

  Yesterday was a busy day.  I worked out, packed up a bunch of stuff for donation (seen in photo), then ran a few errands.  It rained like crazy, but stopped just prior to when the boys went off to scouts.  Once they were gone, I finally sat down.  American Idol was on.  Do you have a favorite?  I love to watch, but I miss the days when my stepdaughter lived with us.  We watched every week.  We even voted.  It was a bonding experience.  : )

  Just as the show was coming on, I looked out the sun room window and saw something big move in the distance.  I got up, and walked over to investigate.  In our next door neighbor's back yard, there were three beautiful deer.  My first thought was...this is nice...God is making up for scaring the crap out of my me with that rat I saw on my walk the other day.  I approached the window slowly careful to make no sudden movements.  The deer looked up at me.  I thought they would run away.  They usually do when they sense humans.  Instead, they came closer.  At first, only one was brave enough to approach, but the others followed.  I was mesmerized.  They were as curious as I was.  They flickered their ears and every now and then, leaned down to graze in the fresh cut grass.  They weren't frightened of me.  The cat, who was sitting in the sun room at the time, saw them too.  She froze in place and watched them come closer.  I cannot imagine what was running through her mind.  Maybe she wanted to pounce?   After all, this is the same cat that went after a snake in our home in Arizona.  

   Well, we must have stood there for ten minutes staring at each other, before I went back to my chair to watch television.  I wonder if they could hear the singing in the background.  I guess even deer like the music of Carole King.  Who can blame them?

   This morning, I decided to walk the neighborhood.  Once I hit the main road, I turned left instead of right.  I'll be honest.  I didn't want to chance running into that rat again (or one of his friends).  It was overcast from the previous night's storm and there was a cool breeze.  Perfect walking weather.  Besides, my husband was working from home today and he had appropriated the treadmill...for running.  

   No worries.  I turned on my iPod and moved out.  The wind picked up.  I found myself going into it for most of the way to my turn around point.  There were more hills than had I turned right (the direction with the rat), so that was a bonus.  I like hills.  They push me to excel.  Funny, when I had to run them, I hated hills.  They still hurt my knees, but the stress is less while walking.  Unfortunately, the damp air made my arthritis act up (especially that aggravating crampy pain in my feet).  

   On the way home, I stopped at the local grocery store and picked up a few items.  I bought things like hummus, milk, peppers, bananas, etc.  The bags were at least 5 pounds each.  I did lifting as I walked.  Grocery bags count as weight repetitions if you do it right.  I got quite a work out.  But since it was only about 30-40 repetitions and I didn't actually check the weight, I didn't add to my total weight repetitions for the day.          As I walked, I noticed people were staring at me.  There I was, pumping grocery bags as I walked down the street...And by the way, it was raining now.  So what if I looked crazy.  That rain felt awesome.

   When I came home, I told my husband I still had all my other exercises to do.  "Really, what?"  "Well, for one, I still have 100 push ups to do" (as per Jillian's posted Facebook challenge for the week).  So, he walked around the house with me.  We did 20 push ups in 5 different rooms, rooms that still had carpeting or at least rugs for traction.  Then I continued with my sit ups and butt lifts.  

   When the time came, I went to my appointment with my hairstylist.  So soon?  I didn't tell you.  I had to reschedule my "get beautiful" appointment.  On the day I had planned, the school nurse called as I was parking my car at the salon.  Our youngest was sick.  I needed to come get him.  He felt really bad and not just from being sick.  I told him not to worry.  Everyone gets sick (he never gets sick).  Besides, I was happy the school nurse hadn't called when my hair was full of color treatment.  That could have been very bad.  

   So, today I went back to my favorite salon and my favorite stylist.  My husband approves of my new shorter bob.  I think our son's hair is now officially longer than mine.  : p

         

Facing The Beast In Your Kitchen

   The beast I am referring to is your refrigerator.  There is not a photo of mine.  I took photos of our actual refrigerator, only to realize I still have nearly 200 hundred photos on my memory stick.  I didn't erase them because my husband said he wanted to put them on his computer as well.  That may take a while.  He is quite busy.  So, here is a photo of a similar, yet neater model.  

   My refrigerator has always been known for its abundance of food.  Unfortunately, we lead busy lives and sometimes things expire.  Trust me, its not a pretty sight.  Over the past year, in my ongoing quest for better health, I have sought to focus on three things when it comes to the refrigerator.  One.  Keep track of leftovers.  Green is bad...unless the food was green to begin with.  Still, don't lose track of the stuff in the Tupperware or other plastic containers.  Two.  Keep glasses handy so you can watch those expiration dates.  I don't really have to worry too much on this one.  Our youngest serves as the expiration date police.  He is forever pulling something out and announcing to everyone that we need more of that particular item.  I know it sounds rather obsessive compulsive, but this is good.  I don't drink the whole milk he drinks or the fat free skim my husband drinks.  I drink soy only.  Sometimes they have to remind me when the milk is nearing its "use by" or "best by" date.  Finally, keep lots of fresh fruit and veggies available to munch on.  If its there, someone will eat it.  The same idea works for the junk food in your refrigerator so try to keep as many healthy items on hand as possible. 

   I already told you about three milks in our refrigerator (whole, fat free skim, and soy).  We also have half and half ( for my husband) and Silk soy creamer (for me).  What else does this beast of an appliance hold?  For starters, lots of fruit for my smoothies.  Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries (need more of those...ran out today), etc.  I have wheat germ for the smoothies also.  That alone takes up a lot of space.  We have a drawer for yogurt, a drawer for sugar free Jello, and a drawer for assorted cheeses (we like cheese).  You will also find Orange Juice, eggs, corn on the cob, celery, mini apple sauces (our youngest loves those), pickles, salsa, protein bars, bread (it makes it last longer), and miscellaneous condiments.  Most of them, we rarely use.  My husband loves jalapeños and pickled ginger (not together of course).  I love to cook with fresh garlic.  Our youngest loves grape jelly on his PB & J.  The salad dressings usually stay until they expire or we use them in cooking (Italian).  Funny, but I can't remember when we last used the mustard, ketchup, and Mayonnaise (which is made with olive oil).  

   The freezer has lots of bags of frozen veggies, sweet potato french fries, potato, spinach and feta pierogies, ice cream (for the boys), and the same brand of frozen waffles our youngest had on his last scout camping trip (he liked them).  

   We have a second refrigerator/freezer in our basement.  I keep all the big items there (things like cod, Tilapia, salmon and chicken breast, frozen chicken tikka masala).  There are some Popsicles too and a frozen pizza that I will never touch.  Most the refrigerator holds beer, water, and soda for company.  I now drink the water from the refrigerator dispenser (Pure Source 2 filtration system).  Our youngest has yet to be converted from bottled water to filtered tap water.  What can I say?  I drank bottled water until recently.  I've had trust issues with water since Desert Storm.  Besides, with teenagers, you fight the battles you can win...right?  

   So, that about sums it up...me...facing the beast in my kitchen (and basement).  Now I know what to shop for next time I go to the grocery store.  : )  

Time to face your beast.  

Remember, think healthy and...

          

The Rat, The Challenge, and The Air Conditioning

   I guess you could say its been one of those days.  I decided to get out the house this morning.  On normal days, I would leave the neighborhood and walk left.  The path is wide and the traffic is not heavy.  Today, on a whim, I walked a new way.  I wanted an adventure.  I like adventures.  I walked right.  I started walking with no problems.  It was warm, but I enjoyed the sunshine.  After months on the treadmill watching the television, I felt free.  I listened to my iPod.  I said hello to fellow walkers.  I passed a couple of county maintenance guys on rider mowers and an old man walking his dog.  

   All of a sudden, my stride was broken.  There was a rat in my path.  I jumped.  I didn't know whether to scream or pee my pants.  I did neither.  Instead, I kept walking.  I detoured around the rat.  I focused on the Lady Gaga song that was playing.  I took deep breaths.  As I distanced myself, I thought...that was weird.  Perhaps, he was just out getting some exercise.  I pictured a cartoon rat lifting weights.  It made me smile.  On the way back, I walked on the other side of the street.  

   As I continued down the sidewalk, I saw runners, children crossing the street led by their safety patrol, and parents.  By the time I got home (I wore the pedometer), I had walked a total of six miles.   

   But my exercise routine had just begun.  I still had all that other stuff to do.  I tried doing sit ups, but unfortunately I have another one of those "she does too many sit ups" rashes on my butt.  I would do them later upstairs on the bed.  I did my weights and my butt lifts.  Then, all I had was push ups to do.  Yesterday, Jillian Michaels posted a challenge on her Facebook page.  Do 100 push ups every day this week.  Yesterday, I had done 20 in the morning, but by the time I saw her challenge, it was late afternoon.  I decided to give it a try.  It all counts, right?  I made it interesting by doing 10 in different rooms of our house until I hit the challenge number.  My arms were sore then.  They are more sore today.  Its okay.  Its a good kind of sore.  

    You are probably wondering...why the air conditioning?  Well, yesterday the air conditioning stopped working.  It got so hot in this house, the butter melted.  Seriously...  And I don't even want to look at my dish of sugar free chocolates.  I turned fans on and opened doors with screens, but it was still like an oven (reminds me of Somalia actually)...just more humid.  My husband called someone today to come out and fix it, but they can't come until Thursday.  Ugh.... Makes me miss Arizona even more.  There, its a dry heat.  : )  So, as I sit here writing this blog, I am absolutely drenched.  I may have to go back outside just to cool off.  I think its time for some water with crushed ice.  

   

I Am Woman. Watch Me Mow.

  When we came home from our week away, we were all exhausted.  We had taken a red eye flight.  We left San Fransisco at 10:30pm Pacific time and arrived in Washington Dulles Airport around 6:30am Eastern Standard Time.  We gained three hours, but our bodies lost out on much needed rest.  After a quick stop at the airport Starbucks for a decaf, hazelnut, soy latte, we dragged ourselves to the luggage check area.  I stopped for a potty break.  When I met up with the boys, they were standing at the machine where you pay for parking.  They already had the luggage.  Not bad for a packed to capacity night flight.
   Well, we prefer to stay up all day hoping we can sleep the next night.  You know that numb feeling you get when you've been up all night?  Everything on Easter Sunday was a foggy haze.  We emptied suitcases.  I did about six loads of laundry.  Our youngest went straight to the homework he still had to complete.  Once he was done, I asked him if he needed a nap.  He said no.  So I recommended, instead of just watching television and eating Peeps (it was Easter after all), he should perhaps do a little work on his first aid merit badge so he wouldn't have to do it all at the last minute.  He asked me if I would go get his books.  "You want to go all the way back upstairs and get your books to work on your merit badge?"  "Well, Mom...you are still logging miles on your pedometer right?"  I just shook my head.  He was right.  And stairs are always a good idea.  In the back of my mind, I was thinking how much I would love to raid those peeps from his basket.  : )
   Instead, I coaxed my husband into walking to the grocery store.  We had nothing in the house really, especially for dinner.  You have to cook on Easter Sunday, right?   I know he wanted a ham, but I suggested we make a turkey.  He agreed, but we had to have all the fixings...green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, etc.  I even made a pumpkin pie.  He made stuffing, but he was the only one who ate it.
   My husband knew the lawn needed mowing, but deep down he truly wanted to procrastinate.  We watched "Easy A" and some of "Whip It", before he decided it couldn't wait any longer.  A storm was coming.  He suited up in his "mow the lawn" comfy clothes.  I asked if he needed help.  Our son usually helps, but he was actively involved in his scout work.  I didn't want to disturb him.  "No, I can do it.  It would be nice if you brought me out some cold water in about fifteen minutes."  I must admit, though I know he was just being a gentlemen, I felt a bit like he was treating me like I was sick, lame, or even lazy.  I can mow the lawn.  I did it for money when I was a kid.  Besides, I am a fitness warrior.  Its just grass.  Its not just a man thing.  Heck, the lawn mower does all the work.  You just push, right?
   I came out in fifteen minutes as requested and brought him his water.  He smiled, said thank you, then followed with, "This is great, but could I get a beer?"  Right.  Now, I was a beer wench.
   Well, enough of that.  I got his beer, but before I came out, I put my shoes on.  I asked him again if I could help.  He said sure, but he wanted to finish the front yard first.  I later found out why.  It seems my lines are crooked.  I had no idea mowing the lawn was such an skilled endeavor.  I guess I am too artistic.  My lines are wavy and resemble the ocean tide.  Pretty, but unacceptable.  He snickered and told me I was doing great.  Then, I was relegated to the less visible back yard.
   So, we began our lawn mowing adventure.  I could call it a task, but adventure is a more positive word.  I mowed.  He bagged the grass so I wouldn't have to bend over and strain my back (unfortunately always an issue).  My back wasn't the only issue.  Keep in mind, we were both really exhausted.  The sun beat down on us, but we completed the mission just in time.  There was a storm...thunder, lightning, wind, and rain.  It continued for hours...even after we went to bed.  Between that and the big turkey dinner, we all slept great.
   This morning, when my husband went to work and our son to school, I went back to my normal fitness routine.  I walked five miles, did weight repetitions, did push ups, sit ups , and yes...butt lifts.  Afterward, I felt accomplished...back on track.  Tomorrow, I hope to walk outside and barring any unforeseen allergy symptoms, enjoy this beautiful sunshine...and yes, all this fresh mowed grass.      

Back Home By Easter

  














In case you haven't guessed already, we spent the past week in California celebrating our sixteenth wedding anniversary and Spring Break.  We began our week in San Francisco, then traveled to Sequoia National Park, Yosemite National Park, and finally Stanislaus National Forest.  In San Francisco, we visited Alcatraz and shopped in Chinatown.

   In Sequoia, we stayed in the park at a lodge.  None of were really prepared for all the snow, but we made do.  The beds were hard, the food was delicious, and the trees were absolutely giant.  : )  Let's just say, we were a long way from the traffic of D.C..  After two nights in Sequoia, we traveled to Yosemite and spent a night at an incredible resort/spa.  They had a heated pool and an ice skating rink.  Our youngest said we should have stayed there longer (too much to do in one night).  We visited the South side of Yosemite first, then traveled the Northern side.  We saw deer.  We followed a path to a great waterfall called  Bridalveil.  Then we explored some more and found this really cool little place called Evergreen in the middle of nowhere (literally).  We traveled to the  O'Shaughnessy Dam and Hetch Hetchy.  We walked a path around the dam and saw several bear (or is it bears?).  We were rained on, snowed on, even hailed on...but the elements didn't get us down.  
 This week, my wonderful husband managed to help me check two items off my bucket list...seeing the most amazing trees in the world, then arranging it so that we could travel home in First Class (there were only two seats available...he gave up his seat for me).  Is that love or what?
   Counting yesterday and today, we walked a total of thirty-one miles together on our vacation.  Its true, we ate some things we shouldn't have like pie and ice cream.  And we drank more than we usually do during a normal week.  But you know what?  It was our anniversary week.  We had a wonderful time.  And well, this week, we won't be as naughty...probably.  Well, I'd better go.  Laundry beckons...followed by a nap.

Northern Exposure

    I wanted to get this in early.  I won't have the opportunity to blog once we get moving unless I want to try to do it on my husband's Droid.  I don't think even my readers are strong enough for that one (Maybe a visit to the eye doctor is in order) and besides, my fingers can never get those touch screens to work. 
   Today is the final day of our little adventure.  After trying to snack relatively healthy yesterday, we are going to have a nice breakfast today (I'm thinking veggie omelet).   Then we will explore the Northern side of the mountain. 
   I have no idea what I am going to wear.  I am completely out of clean clothes except for one pair of jeans and a couple of sleeveless shirts I had planned on using for working out.  My rule, remember?  No doing laundry for the week. 
   Right now, I feel like the worst contestant on "The Biggest Loser" because I haven't been to the gym once all week.  The guilt piles up...My husband and I finished off a bottle of Clos Du Bois last night celebrating our anniversary.  I had shrimp and pasta for dinner.  The shrimp was healthy.  I guess the pasta was okay.  It was a small portion like you always see in really good restaurants.  Nothing like going to Olive Garden or Carrabas.  And before the meal, they had those long tall crunchy breadsticks.  Honestly, how bad could they be?  Okay...I admit it.  I was naughty.  I completed my meal with a positively decadent dark chocolate dessert.  There was some fruit.  : )
   All in all, this week, I did walk at least a mile beyond my usual treadmill walk even without the gym.  Today, I will wear the pedometer again as I am sure we will log additional miles.  Sometimes in this life, you have to go off road, and just enjoy unknown trails, right?  And well...tomorrow is a new day.  I know I will easily get back on track once I am on back to my routine.   Well, better go.  Time to get some "Northern Exposure".     

Earth Day

   This morning, we woke early, then got on the road.  We visited another Civil War General (this time no parking issues), grabbed a quick bite to eat, and bought some postcards.  I consider myself fortunate to have found yogurt.  Though not my usual Chobani, it was as good as I could get and that was fine.  When you are out and about, you somehow become less picky about brand names.  When I got hungry later on, I had one of my protein bars and an apple.  The apple...I had to share.  For some reason, everyone was craving fresh fruit.  I guess I should have bought three apples.  We passed a fruit stand, but we didn't stop.  Instead, we finished off some trail mix (one without the M and M's) before we reached our destination.  It was a beautiful sunny day. 
   When we first arrived, there was a chill in the air, but nothing I needed to bundle up for.  The scenery is different here but still amazing in its own way.  I was glad to find that the beds were not like the previous place we stayed.  In the last place, the beds were like rocks.  Every morning, I woke in agony (so did my husband).  All the walking in the world cannot help if the bed is uncomfortable.  That combined with the knee pain I had from sitting in the car for too long made for a very long car drive.  In reality, it wasn't that long.  The pain just made it seem longer.  I think this is the first time this week that I had to take Motrin. 
   So here we are in another place, but still... I can honestly say I feel closer to God here.  There are no big city influences, no shopping malls, no crowds, no sprawl of suburbia.  It is very quiet and peaceful...earthy.  With little time to lose, I threw on a sweater, tossed my rain jacket in the car, and we went exploring.  Over the next few hours, it rained, and even snowed.  We saw waterfalls, beautiful mountains, babbling brooks, and even a few deer.  My hair is all a frizz now, but I don't really mind.  Along with our youngest, I am here with my husband of sixteen years.  Today is our wedding anniversary...Earth Day.  How appropriate that we should spend it here so close to nature and all its glory.  Today, as a family, we again walked five miles.  If you ask me, walking with someone you love is the best way to log miles.  We had a car picnic of cheese, whole wheat crackers, hummus, and bottled water. 
   The boys are out ice skating now.  I would have gone, but they both thought this was the best opportunity to get my blog in.  Yes, I ice skate.  I'm pretty good too.  Not as good as I am at roller skating, but still...pretty good.  When they return, we will have a nice dinner (probably fish), then going swimming in the heated pool.  I'm also thinking jacuzzi.  : )
   By the way...I made really good choices today.  Then again, I haven't come across any of that mountain berry pie.

A Day With The Giants

   This morning we got up and headed over to breakfast.  It was a buffet, so they pretty much offered anything anyone would want.  I opted for yogurt, granola, and oatmeal.  It may not sound like much, but it was filling.  We tried to hang out with a Civil War General, but were turned away.  We were told no parking was available.  Not to be beaten in our quest for historical enlightenment.  We retreated, only to embark upon the nearest shuttle bus and return.  
   There we were...among the grandest of residents in this forest of giants.  So, what did we do?  Well, we did what everyone else was doing...we took pictures.  I was chatting with one of the other wandering adventurers.  As I slipped on the ice and snow, I told her about how I had only brought my sketchers shape ups on this journey.  She laughed.  Then she told me her husband had only brought "crocs".  On the way down the hill, I ran into her husband.  I smiled and said hello.  Then, I laughed all the way back to the parking lot.  I wasn't the only idiot on this mountain.  : )
   Once back in the car, we decided to venture down a long winding road to places unknown.  We spent the afternoon traveling from 7000 ft down to 2000 ft.  We found a picturesque little town, stopped and had dessert.  I know..I was naughty but it was mountain berry pie made from locally picked berries.  And we did walk five miles today.  No regrets.  I'll work a little harder and eat a little better next week.  On the way back home, we stopped at the river rapids and climbed the rocks.  The view was extraordinary.  And, to be honest, it was like being kids again.  
   For dinner, I was good.  I had trout...no dessert...and a glass of cabernet.  Tomorrow...a new adventure. 

Sketchers In The Snow

   Today, we drove probably six hours before we arrived in a whole other world.  The temperatures dropped, we donned our sweaters, our jackets, whatever we could find (my son was only wearing thin shorts)...  Let me just say...Shape ups weren't meant for snow.  As I look out the window, I am literally close to tears at the beauty of this place.  I feel...overwhelmingly close to God here.  My knees, my back, and even my wrists are aching from the arthritis, but I don't mind...  It is all worth it...just to be here.  Today is Wednesday.  Friday is our 16th wedding anniversary.  I cannot think of a more romantic place to celebrate...Tomorrow we go exploring... :^)

Taking On New Hills

   Last night, we went out to dinner.  I was good.  I had a wine at the tasting, so at dinner I stuck to water.  I didn't drink as much water as I usually do.  Drinking water equates to having to pee.  Having to pee means searching for a clean restroom in unfamiliar territory.  Sometimes, that can be challenging.  The restaurant we went to was great for the boys...not so great for me.  But, pretty soon, I did find something I liked.  I had a portabello mushroom burger...no actual meat.  The portabello mushroom was the meat.  It was really good too...especially with the fresh slices of avocado.  After dinner, we wandered down the street.  We were lured in by fine Irish music and a sign that advertised Irish coffee.  Okay, I was naughty.  I had a Kahlua and coffee.  At least I resisted the Irish creme brule.  The boys didn't.  I guess it all levels out.  The owner of the Irish Pub turned out to also be the featured entertainment.  We bought his cds.  Just so you know, we only do that when we are seriouly impressed with the music.  His name was Liam Tiernan.  I should have guessed he was important early on.  Some customers were at the bar raising hell.  He chewed them out.  They were using profanities.  Some of the patrons had brought small children for dinner.  When the disruptive one's behavior got out of control, he did what any good Irishman would do...he sang louder than they could cuss. 
   This morning, we were getting ready for another big day.  I was sitting at the desk writing a letter to my mother, when I noticed a menu that featured Joy Bauer's healthy selections.  I got excited.  Yes, health food gets me excited.  I told my husband.  He wasn't really impressed.  He said, "That's nice."  "Don't you know who Joy Bauer is".  He didn't.  I explained that I watch her all the time on "The Today Show"...on Joy Fit Club.  When we went downstairs, we all had a relatively healthy breakfast.  I had the yogurt berry parfait.  My husband had the oatmeal.  Our youngest had a bagel...but he added a side of bacon.  My husband helped him with the bacon.  Me? I was good. 
    We took the most popular local transportation down to Chinatown and walked a bit.  Up and down the most amazing hills I have ever seen.  They were so steep, they actually made me dizzy.  Before long, I had to make a convenience stop.  We found a place.  The lady behind the counter said we had to buy something to use the restroom.  No problem.  We all had ice cream.  Yes, even me.  I can't remember the last time I had ice cream.  Somehow, that ice cream was some of the best I've ever had.  Mmmm...mint chocolate chip.  We did some shopping, walked some more, then did some more shopping, and had an amazing unusual lunch.  We were just walking along when some woman hands us a menu for a restaurant down an alley.  It made me leary.  How good could this place be if you had to coax people in?    We decided to give it a try.  The stairs to the main eating area were not easy.  I needed assistance.  Sometimes these knees make me feel so old.  We ordered something new to all of us.. I mean, I don't know if I've ever had Dim Sum before.  What is a Dim Sum?  What makes it dim?  Before long, they began bringing out food...and lots of it.  I had to be careful to avoid the pork and beef.  They try to sneak it in.  Just eating in this place was an adventure.  We barely made a dent.  There was so much food left over.  I guess, as a family, we eat smaller portions than we used to.  Eventually, my husband grew tired of Chinatown.  Our son?  He and I could have shopped there all day and been happy.  It was our kind of place. 
   We hopped back on the local transport and continued up the road (or was it down the road?).  I was so lost.  My husband had the map.  I trusted his pathfinder skills.  I think he has the badge.  We ended up in a more cosmopolitan area.  "Look mom, there's a Nordstrom's."  "Is it a rack?"  Sorry, too rich for my blood.  I am a frugal shopper.  We didn't stay long.  To me, it seemed colder than Chinatown, less welcoming.  There were too many big buildings...and they looked more like a special effect, surreal.  I wasn't anxious to stay.  I bought some cool earrings from a street vendor, we got on the bus, and headed towards the big bridge.  We got off at the market and walked some more.  Then we walked all the way back to our early morning start point.  All in all, even with the riding around, we did five miles of walking.  It was a beautiful day.  Cool and sunny...no more rain.  Sure beats treadmill time.  Anyway, I have just been advised that it is time to head out again.  Wine tasting?  Then dinner...
Time to log more miles on my pedometer.  : )  

Walking In The Rain

   Today, we were out and about...walking and exploring...a new adventure in a new place.  The day began early.  I was worried yesterday.  My pedometer wasn't working.  Okay, it wasn't the pedometer's fault.  It seems I was not operating is properly.  In the Army, we used to call that "operator head space".  Anyway, I had it fixed onto my beltloop instead of my belt.  I walked and walked...it barely moved. 
  So, this morning I did some experimental walking to and fro until I figured out where on my hip it had to be.  Seems all I needed was a belt.  Go figure.  Its not like I really needed a belt.  Trust me, these pants are pretty snug all by their lonesome.  Once out the door, I discovered that it was okay to step away from my usual smoothies (no blender handy) and try one at a local establishment.  No berries, but hey... no worries...right?  Later in the day, I found a place that sold protein berry smoothies.  Sweet, but tasty.
   We walked everywhere...as you can see from the additional 8 miles I've added...from Sunday night and Monday.  We did a lot of touristy things today.  We took a lot of pictures.  Well, our youngest did.  I couldn't see without my readers.  I really need a better camera...one with a giant screen in the back.  Otherwise, he is going to always be our family photographer.  That would be a shame as I do love to take photos.  Off and on, it poured down rain, but I think all would agree it was a good day.  And since we all walked together, exercise was a family event...a bonus. 
   When we had tired of our soggy selves (we weren't tired of walking), we came back home...time for a glass of wine.  We made new friends today...friends from one of the few parts of the world we have let to explore.  Our conversation soon lead to family, mutual experiences, and well...this blog.  Being healthy and fit applies to everyone no matter where you hail from.  I hope my new Canadian friends will enjoy this blog and spread the word.  We can all walk together...and share our experiences.  Now, we are off to dinner.  I hope I can make good choices.

Setting Up The Pedometer

   The other day, I was in Target.  I know. I know.  It sometimes sounds as if I live there.  What can I say?  Its close.  Its handy.  And it has everything I need, even the occasional boost of caffeine (Starbucks).  BTW...Did I mention Starbucks now makes smoothies?  http://www.starbucks.com/menu  They have added several nutritious items to their menu.  Next time you visit one, check it out.
   Anyway, while I was at Target picking up a few items, I thought I would pick up a pedometer.  I wanted one that tallied up miles. That is my primary focus, right?  I don't pay much attention to how many calories I'm burning while walking.  I am currently at the weight I want to be at.  As I looked across the selection of pedometers, they seemed to go in order of features... Count steps only...then count steps and calories....Then I finally found what I was looking for...Count Distance.  It also had steps and calories.  No worries.  They can come along for the ride...or the walk.  Whichever.
   For a few days, it sat on our kitchen island still unopened.  I'll admit, I was avoiding it.  Who makes these packages?  You can't open them with your hands.  You always have to break out the scissors.  Ugh.  Me and scissors...now a great pair.  I am a bit clumsy and my eyes are slowly going downhill.  I grab my readers.  I want to be careful not to slice my finger off...or worse...damage the instructions.  : }
  I think the instructions were written for the folks from Gulliver's Travels...Remember the little people that tied him up?  I might need my husband's glasses for this mission.  I read through the table of contents and I am overwhelmed... I had no idea it would be this complicated.  So, what do I do?  I called my son.  "Sweetie, mom is getting very frustrated.".  He sighs and comes over to assist me in the task of setting up my pedometer.  "Here, let me."  I give him the tiny contraption and he proceeds to set it up...without glasses...and get this...without the instructions.  Come on...am I that hopeless when it comes to electronics?  Okay...maybe.  It did take fifteen minutes just to figure out I had to pull that plastic thing to get the battery started.  You should have been there when I needed to change the ribbon on the printer.  Evolution makes kids smarter than their parents.  Many years ago, back in the eighties, I bought my parents a word processor.  My dad sat

in front of it and said to my mom, "Hon, look...bird got us one of them little electronical box typewriters."  I knew then that it would become another dust collector.  Once I left, it was discretely relocated to the garage with most of the other things I bought them in my attempt to bring them out of the dinosaur age.
   So, I had become like my parents...obsolete.  All I can say is...I am really glad we have kids to help us.  Otherwise, how in the world was going to tally up my miles?  He set me up for time, weight.  Then, he showed me how to select miles in lieu of kilometers.  Now, that would have been interesting.  Did they even teach the metric system when I went to school?  I don't think so.  Then we came to stride length.  Stride length?  What the heck is stride length?  Is that a military marching stride or a domestic goddess stride?  The instructions said I would need a tape measure.  This is getting too complicated.  Now, I had to find the tape measure.  Let's see...where did I put that thing?  The last we used it was for measuring our son for his ongoing attempt to complete his scout fitness badge.  Right... I found it.
   Mom's know where everything is in the house.  We must.  I mean, whenever someone is looking for something, don't they first go to mom?  "Mom, where is my blue shirt? The one that goes with my tan shorts..."  "Honey, where are my glasses?"  I hear that one at least three times a day.  In the end, I just guessimated the stride distance.  This is supposed to be a positive thing...buying a pedometer.  I shouldn't let it stress me out before I take the first step.
  So, now I am really for our "out and about" days.  My advice...if you buy a pedometer, before you even open the package...find a teenager to help.  They love to be needed.  Don't we all?  As I sit here, our youngest is playing with his Dad's Ipad.  I can't figure that thing out.  My fingers can't seem to make the touch screen work.  Maybe its my poor circulation.  Oh well, back to my antique Dell with the 17 inch screen.  Have a healthy day.  : )          

The big four oh oh

   Our youngest had a teacher a few years back that, when it was nearing the end of school, would find photos that represented each day.  He would post them on the status of his Facebook page.  I looked forward to seeing him mark each day in the countdown in his most creative way.  I'm not sure who was more excited for the summer break to arrive...him, his students, or maybe even the parents.  But I loved his enthusiasm.  He was one of those teachers that you thanked heaven for, one that truly loved the subject he taught.  And I could see his passion for the subject shining through in our son.  At the end of the school year, he moved on to another job opportunity at a different school.  We were all a bit sad at his loss, but still happy to have had the opportunity to know him.  Every parent hopes for their child to have a teacher like him.  Like our son's former teacher, I decided to mark an important milestone in a similar way.  Its not the ever approaching end of the school year.  That will end in in only 39 school days.  No, today I mark my reaching four hundred miles in my journey to one thousand miles.  I don't usually walk weekends, but today was special.  I ask you...how could I not walk?  

    Its raining outside.  There was a time when I would get down and depressed looking out at the dreary weather.  All I would think of was the changes in the barometric pressure, followed by the unrelenting pain of arthritis.  I still suffer from changes in the atmospheric conditions.  I still ache from the arthritis when it rains.  It just doesn't define me.  When I look out the window at the cold damp conditions, I don't dwell on the pain.  Instead, I focus on what that rain will bring.  The grass is already greener now than it has been all year, as green as the grass we saw while in Ireland.  Beautiful... I guess you could say, the grass is not greener on the other side anymore.  It is greener right here...at home because I choose for it to be so.  

    At the end of my workout today, I went outside...and stood in the rain.  It was cool and refreshing.  Okay, sometimes my husband thinks I'm a little nutty.  Maybe so..  The doctors would probably agree with him.  But along with the obvious changes in my body, he has noticed the changes in my mood.  This new life of healthy eating and regular exercise has helped me.  Despite my injuries, and regardless of my age,  I am literally a happier person.  Today, I even played in the rain.  I haven't done that in a very long time.  I know there are others out there who have walls to climb, problems to overcome.  I want them to know its not too late, and its not too hard.  We can all learn...to open up to new experiences, look at life with the hope and wonder of a child. We can be...fearless.  Large or small, we can overcome whatever keeps us from "being all we can be".  We can be forces to be reckoned with.  So, enjoy your workout and as one of our son's other favorite teachers used to say each day as they left for home, "Make good choices".   Amazing what we can learn from teachers.  : ) 

Warrior Pose

   This morning, I still felt a bit of that twinge in my lower back.  It seems to settle at night, then attack me first thing in the early morning.  Once I get around to my workout routine, the pain lessens.  I thought it might be a good day to begin with some stretching.  When I first got out of the Army, I was left with no guidance as to how to improve my issues with well...everything that was wrong with me.  I guess it was just too much.  After several years of going back and forth to the local clinic for physical therapy (three times a week) or some awful pain medication that left me loopy, I thought it might be beneficial to join a ladies gym.  I like ladies' gyms.  They don't judge what you are wearing and they never stare at you when you bend over.  I took yoga classes once a week. I can remember many times when someone would fall over from doing a yoga pose.  The ladies?  No matter what happens, its all good fun.  On occasion, there would be a giggle...then we'd all break into laughter.  We've all been there...none of us was actually an expert.  Well, maybe the instructor... We were just there to feel better, get stronger, and improve our balance both physically and mentally.  Yoga was one of the best decisions I ever made.  Out of the blue, my gym went met with difficult financial times.  They went out of business.  I wondered where my old yoga instructor had gone.  I liked her.  She was easy to follow and she made everyone feel welcome.  When I was there, I felt powerful (even when I struggled with a position).  I used to always tell myself that I was born for it.  Whenever we did the Warrior pose, I felt like the old me...strong and soldier like.  I felt like a petite Amazon, ready to defeat the evil hoards.  When I got down in the chaturanga or push up pose, I remembered a time long ago...when I could max the Army Physical Fitness Test...when I could easily knock out 50 or more push ups and not be sore the next day.  For a while, I even thought about going to classes to teach.  But after realizing all they had to learn, I decided against it.  I do love yoga, but my overall fitness routine is more tough chick.  It incorporates more boot camp exercises.  I like to change it up every now and then.  And we all know, my favorite exercise is walking.  

  So, this morning, I tried the new "yoga works" body slim DVD I won in the package from Exercise TV.  It was 50 minutes long.  All in all, I would recommend it.  It was a good workout...especially the three cardio portions.  I had a hard time keeping up.  One class member does a alternate/easier program for those who are not as flexible.  
   When it was over, I had some time.  I went down and walked five miles on the treadmill.  But I opted to skip the other things in my routine.  Between the yoga tape and the walk, my total workout time was already about two hours.  
   Speaking of time, I need to go now...Laura is making me beautiful again.     http://www.lalanahairdesigners.com/index.html
Have a healthy day today.
        

Gone Fishing

http://www.safeway.com/ifl/grocery/CategoryDisplay?catalogIdentifier=WBwaterfrontBISTRO&identifier=WBFishFilletsSteaks

   My husband and I are fish people.  Not to say we have gills or fins or any like that...we just eat a lot of fish.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm sure he'd love to be a beef and pork person.  Unfortunately, momma isn't cooking beef or pork.  So, we eat fish... a lot.  Yes, on occasion, we have chicken or turkey...but mostly, we try to have fish.  Its really good for you.   : )
   Where I grew up, I can remember tying a raw chicken leg to string and tossing it in an area where we knew the crabs were.  I never caught a crab.  Heaven knows, I wouldn't know what to do with one had I caught it.  But back then, it was all about the idea of it and how much fun it was.  It was kinda like swinging on a tire hung from an old tree or playing kick ball in the yard.  It was just something kids did.  We tied strings to ropes or poles, baited them, and threw them in the water hoping to get a bite.  One summer, my brother actually caught a fish with his big toe after he had slid into the side of a lake.  He had skills, that one.  Me?  I never really caught anything.  I never had the patience for it.
   Back then, I had no idea fish was healthy.  And I didn't really care.  We lived near the ocean and it (like mom's fried chicken) was the food of home.  It was tasty and I ate it every chance I got.  Sometimes, I have trouble understanding kids (and adults) that won't even try fish.  I mean, I understand allergies and all.  But, barring any medical conditions, I am a firm believer in trying everything once.  In Spain, I even tried seafood paella.  I haven't eaten squid since.  Too chewy.  Not for me.  But that doesn't mean I won't try other fishy foods.  When we were at Fort Bragg, I ate those crazy hot raw oysters (rooster's) just to get the free T-shirt.  http://316oysterbar.com/   And I'd do it again.  Its all about the experience (that and some cold water to ease the burn of the jalapeños and hot sauce)  : )
   My husband has a mess of fishing poles, lures, and well...other stuff a true fisherman should have.  He has taken the kids fishing too while camping, though it has been a while since he has shaken the dust off them (the fishing equipment, not the kids).  The boys have more patience than I do with fishing.  It seems the fish don't know they are meant to be hooked.  Go figure.  Our youngest seems to have inherited some skills, though I don't believe he has actually caught anything with his feet.  Maybe he takes after his Dad and not his Uncle.  Anyway, I can't wait around for them to get up early in the morning and go fishing.  That may never happen.  For some reason, teenagers don't really like to get up early in the morning.  And well, I don't think they'll be catching any shrimp or salmon...my personal favorites.
    So, I do the next best thing.  I shop.  Often, we get the bulk individually wrapped frozen fish from Costco.  That's where the Tilapia comes from.  My husband absolutely loves to make his blackened Tilapia.  I absolutely love to eat it.  We bought tuna steak too, but its become somewhat of a problem to make.  We didn't really read the package.  The tuna steak we bought was meant for sushi.  I like sushi.  He doesn't.
    For Shrimp, I head to Shopper's.  Its always the same friendly outgoing man behind the counter.  He makes the best steamed spiced shrimp.  And he always serves it with a smile just for me.  Customer service is everything to me. It can make my day.  Unfortunately, if its bad, it can also drive me to another store entirely.
   The take home seafood at Wegman's is beautifully displayed.  Heck, no need to take it home.  We go there just to have lunch at the seafood bar.  Its so delicious, it counts as a date (my idea).  Yes, its that good.
   Well, the other day, I popped into Safeway.  I was next door at the Petco picking up something for the cat or the fish (I can't remember).  If I have time, I like to see what's new...so I can pass it on.
   In the back of the store, in the fresh fish area, they have these packets of seafood, from "Waterfront Bistro".  I had heard something on television that mentioned "cod" and as my dad used to say, "I had a hankering' for it."  I picked up a Santa Fe Style Salmon packet too.  I didn't expect much.  I like to see through the package...know what I'm buying.  These packages weren't see though.  But I figured I'd try them anyway.  They were only about $7 a package (two in a package).  Our youngest doesn't like seafood, so it worked out great.  One for me...one for my husband.  You know what?  They were really good.  No excuses.  We can eat seafood anytime we like.  If we can't get the fresh stuff, we'll just go fishing at Safeway.  

Note:  I picked up a new weight the other day to add to the home gym.  Its not bad.  In hindsight, I think I should have gone a bit heavier...maybe 10lbs.  Our youngest can use this one for now.  We learn by doing... Have a healthy day.  

 

The Travel Kit

Me and the Hogwarts Express, Summer 2010

  Last year, we went to Universal Studios to see the new Harry Potter world.  We had a blast.  Unfortunately,  because of all the butter beer and pumpkin juice, I gained five pounds that week...even with all the walking I did in the parks and on City Walk.  http://www.universalorlando.com/Home/harrypotter.aspx

  This year, with the kids getting out of school and travel season soon upon us, I thought it smart to plan ahead so I don't get off track.  I won't always have a gym nearby and even if I do, I might not have time to use it with all the fun we'll be having.  My routine will be all amuck.  "Amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck"....Name that movie.  

  Its difficult to make my healthy smoothies without a blender handy.  What will I do without my Chobani and and my bear naked granola?  I need to "improvise, overcome and adapt" (another movie quote).  There is nothing you can't do with a can do attitude.      

  My first commitment in preparation for holiday travel was to purchase a pedometer.  We walk everywhere when we are on vacation.  I haven't owned a pedometer for ages, not since the last three were borrowed and lost by my youngest (he's not getting this one).  Remember...the walking..it all counts.  I will promise myself to never take elevators, escalators or those moving walkways at the airport.  They are for someone else..not me.  I am on a mission, a mission of better choices and healthier living.      

  Before we go anywhere, I will pack a smart fit travel kit.  I like the sound of that.  Quick...say it five times real fast.  Ha ha...  In this kit, I will put items that will keep me on track when faced with those evil choices that never fail to come up on vacation.  Things like dessert...and margaritas.  Okay, maybe a banana daiquiri... Light on the rum, heavy on the banana.   : )

  I will have to change my routine a bit.  I will have a light breakfast each morning.  Hopefully, I can find yogurt.  Maybe, I will get lucky and find fresh fruit.  Though, I am not against having veggie omelets.  I absolutely love spinach, green pepper, chopped tomato and mushroom omelets.  Mmmm...  No bacon though.  Last I heard, bacon is pork..(unless you have that turkey bacon)...Pork and beef are still a no go for me.  And any toast will be whole wheat.  

  I will carry individual packets of whey protein powder.  Then, in the afternoon, when I am feeling those hunger pangs, all I have to do is pour a packet into a small bottle of water.  I mean, you can get bottled water everywhere, right?  I'll have to bring protein bars, just in case.  You never know when you will need a boost of energy.  One a day should do it.  I'll make sure and bring some of those 100 calories snacks like the Emerald almonds.  If you search the grocery stores, you can find no end to the choices of 100 calorie snacks now...nuts, cookies, popcorn, etc.  I'm sure you can find a favorite...maybe even several.  I like that they are small and compact.  

   That should do it.  Smart fit travel kits... In addition to making smart choices when we eat out (and believe me, we will...eat out that is), I should be okay.  There are things I refuse to do on vacation....cook, clean, wash dishes, and do laundry.  If I do, it ceases to be a "vacation".  I want to be pampered...

   When eating out, I tell myself to just remember...you know whats good...you know whats good for you.  You know what will set to back.  Use common sense.  Make good choices.  Drink lots of water.  

   Then, pretend you are going to be on "The Biggest Loser" at vacation's end...standing on that scale in a work out bra and those skinny work out shorts (the kind no one can wear underwear with because they are so extremely tight)...in front of the whole world.  Do you really want to be the one who gained weight?  ugh... I know I don't.  Not like last year.  I've learned from my experience at Harry Potter world.  If I had it to over again, I'd only have one butter beer... the frozen one (its better) and one pumpkin juice or maybe I would ask to share with my husband or the kids.  Yeah, like they would share their butter beer with me...that stuff is delicious and decadent.  Great...now I am craving butter beer.  Just thinking about something doesn't add to your waistline, right?          

   Note:  When you do travel, don't forget to bring your little log book...to keep track of what you eat, what you drink, and how much you exercise each day.  : )

A Special Thank You

    Yesterday, I struggled through my workout because of an injury.  No doubt about it, I was hurting.  It seemed to take forever, but in the end, I did manage to complete everything I set out to do.  As I said, it was a battle between old pain and new attitude.  For the remainder of the day, I chilled out.  I did a little laundry.  I swept and mopped the kitchen.  I watched a movie on demand.  I cried a bit.  Not because of pain.  I was watching "Leap Year".  I always cry at the end.  Its so romantic, I can't help it.  Well, then I had to deal with my stupid puffy eyes.  Ugh.  

   When our son came home, there was a Fedex package waiting by the door.  Did I mention I won a contest?  Cool huh?  Through Exercise TV's Facebook site, I was one of five winners to receive a selection of workout DVDs.  They also sent a very neat towel with their logo on it.  The package included a wonderful  selection of the newest DVDs on the market now.  I'll try them out over the next few weeks and let you know what I think.  Also, (as I said in a previous blog) if I find something I won't use, I will share with a neighbor that won't let it gather dust..  So, many thanks to my friends at "Exercise TV".  Hey, if I ever win any more contests, please send an E-TV t-shirt or tank top.  I would definitely wear it.  I love you guys.    

http://www.exercisetv.tv/store/c-291-whats-new.aspx?cid=exercisetv_110103:GOOGLE:Text&gclid=COLf-9aLl6gCFUvd4Aod6Fq8DA

   This morning, when I got up, I still felt a bit of a twinge in my lower left side.  And for some reason, the bedroom was really warm.  I threw on some champion shorts I had in the closet from last summer.  I really need to pick up some more work out shorts.  I have three.  I already do way too much laundry.  Maybe a couple more... Sometimes they are hard to buy.  I am not one to feel comfortable in something that shows too much of my assets (if you know what I mean).  : 0
    Immediately, I noticed that walking down the stairs was easier than yesterday.  Yes, it still hurt, but significantly less.  I am always amazed at how quickly I recover from injury now that I am more healthy, more fit.  I can remember, not too long ago, when it would take me a week or more to recover.  And back then, I needed strong prescription medications.  But now things are different.  Now, I am more educated.  I know what is takes to be healthy and fit.  I know how to deal with my own personal, physical potholes in the road.  I know what to do.  I just need to stick to it.  Being a woman of a certain age doesn't mean I have to accept becoming a statistic.  I am not that woman.  I am the woman who says "I can" and "I will".
   Anyway, I went down to the gym.  With hope, I set the treadmill at my usual 15 minute mile pace.  I sweat like crazy, but I completed my 5 miles.  I then continued with the usual suspects...weights, push-ups...I saved the sit ups and butt lifts for last.  They were really a challenge yesterday.  I was worried they might be the same this morning. I was careful and I did fine.  Potholes averted.
   Its raining outside.  But you know what?  I know the rain will wash away the pollen and bring brilliant green grass.  Its all about how you look at things.  Have a healthy day today.  : )

Old Pain Versus New Attitude

Changed the photo- This was more Easter-y

   I've spent a lot of my life sitting in doctor's office's waiting for them to tell me what I already knew.  I had issues with pain.  Be they from my spinal issues, from Fybromyalgia, or just from regular over use, I know from experience that every now and then I will be faced with pain.  I mean, who isn't, right?  

   Its been a pretty good year, so far.  And I am not one to complain, but yesterday, I felt that familiar twinge in the lower left side of my back just above my butt.  It radiated around my lower back and down through my leg.  Crap.  Been here before.  I knew sitting would hurt.  I knew standing would hurt.  I knew laying down would hurt.  So, when my husband finished his work, I asked if I could go with him on an errand.  I wanted to walk.  Walking is really the only thing that feels better when I get these pains...well, other than vegging out on a ice pack with some ibuprofen.  So, I did.  I went along.  We walked around the mall and then took a side trip to Target.  My pain even lessened a bit...for a while, that is.  

   Then, I went to bed.  I couldn't lay comfortably on my left side.  Eventually, I did get to sleep, but it wasn't as restful as it should have been.  When the clock sounded in the morning, I turned and lifted slightly to shut it off.  Ouch!!!  Not good.  Overnight, my pain had worsened.  I'll admit it.  I was worried.  The last thing I wanted to do was spend another morning in a doctor's office...waiting for him/her to tell me what I already knew.  I gently rose from the bed.  I was determined to follow my normal routine.  I brushed my teeth and put on my work out gear.  My husband watched.  He said nothing.  He knows me.  Old Pain?  Meet new attitude.  "Let's get ready to rumble!"  

   I came down the stairs ever so slowly, cautious not to release my grip from the railing.  Yes, it was excruciating, but I would not let it win this battle.  I took my vitamins, fed the cat, turned on the coffee maker, and well...did everything I normally do to begin our day.  When I opened the front door, I saw that it was a beautiful morning.  I thought how nice it would be to walk outside.  But then, I thought how much smarter it would be to walk the treadmill...just in case.  

   I know what you are thinking.  "You are still going to exercise?"  That's right.  I was still going to work out...even if it took me all day to finish.  That's what happens when old pain meets new attitude.  

   I slowly climbed back upstairs and popped my head into our son's room.  "Five minutes is up. Time to rise and shine.  Its a good day for shorts."  Then, I descended the stairs for the second time.  It was still challenging, but with a little patience, I made it.  I made the coffee and attempted to sit down for the news.  Sitting was not a good idea.  In between sips of coffee, I went over to the floor and did some yoga stretches.  Yoga stretches are always good for these sort of pains, especially the cobra pose.  When everyone had headed out to work and school, I put on my shape ups, and went down to the basement gym.  I feared it be a short workout today.  But I knew I would give it my all.  I was on a mission, after all.

When I stepped on the treadmill, I initially set it for my normal pace.  But soon, I knew I would have to slow it down.  At first, everything seemed to hurt.  My back, my butt, even my legs...I turned up the volume on the television hoping to distract, well...me.  I needed to focus on something other than the pain I was feeling.  It helped.  It took longer than usual, but in the end I made it to five miles.  I proceeded to the other exercises in my work out routine.  The worst was probably the sit ups.  Normally, I whip them out with no problem.  Today, each one took careful movement.  I had no issues with the arm exercises at all.  That was nice.  Though, standing for an extended period was not comfortable at all.  I had to remove my shoes.  They made me teeter in place.  As I ascended the stairs from the basement, I felt better than when I had descended them earlier.  And the hot shower felt wonderful.  I took some ibuprofen with my morning smoothie and lay on a ice pack.  My mission is complete.  I'll take it easy today.  In the battle between old pain and new attitude, the new attitude won.  You know what?  It is going to be a beautiful day.  

- Later note to self... Make sure the ice pack is securely closed when you lay on it.  Ugh.  : }       

  

The Good, The Bad, And The Antibacterial

   Yesterday, the boys were going to be busy all day with scouts.  My husband suggested I head to the mall and see a movie.  I thought about it, but in the end decided to shop around first.  I needed new jeans and our youngest, steadily growing, had requested I search for new (non fluorescent) sneakers.  

   My first stop was for his sneakers.  I am never disappointed in the Nike store.  They are always very good about assisting me in finding just the right shoe to make a teenage boy happy, sometimes a challenging mission for this mom.  I usually do pretty well, but its nice to have the opinion and expertise of the sales people when making my final selection.  Speaking of mission...I also picked up a Lance Armstrong "Live Strong" T-shirt for myself.  It actually says, "On a Mission".  I couldn't resist.  It was so me...and well, it was on sale.  I left the Nike store with a smile on my face.

   My next stop was for jeans.  I am what you would call a focused shopper.  I bypass all the vultures in the hall desperately vying for my attention.  Try our hand cream? Straighten you hair? Tweeze your eyebrows?  Massage?  There are quite a variety of services and products, but when my mind is set, I can literally blank them out with little effort.  The Easter Bunny did; however, catch my eye.  I love seeing all the children, dressed in their finest, standing in line to visit the Easter Bunny.  Well, I made it to the Levi's store, tried on a few jeans and shorts, then left with only one pair...but at a significant savings.  Maybe I should go back and get another pair.  

   It was Saturday, so the mall was beginning to fill up.  I always prefer to shop on weekdays.  No crowds.  Maybe just a few walkers and some die hard shoppers with a day off.  People on a mission.  "In and out"...as my husband says.  I had what I came for.  I decided it was time to head home.  I would enjoy my alone time, and maybe catch up on laundry.  

   I passed by the Bath and Body Works.  Its hard not to notice their brightly colored store.  Normally, I am a regular customer.  I am a fan of their "warm vanilla sugar" signature line.  Today, business was slow.  I immediately noticed that the sales people outnumbered the customers three to one.  Was it early?  Perhaps.  No, when I looked at my cell phone, I noticed it was around noon (I rarely wear a watch anymore).  Still, I was curious about their line of antibacterials.  On the way in, no less than three young women approached me asking if I needed help.  My first thought was that they really needed a coordinated plan of attack so as not to become an annoyance to customers.  

   I honed in on a display that caught my eye.  It was travel size antibacterials.  They were very cute and small enough that we could, if need be, pop them in our pockets or well, at only 2.5 fluid ounces, take them on a flight if necessary.  I like to plan ahead for our adventures.  I know there is continuing controversy both pro and con regarding antibacterials.  Personally, I like them if only for the convenience of their travel sizes.  Spring Break was coming.  We are always out and about during that week.  Its better than having nothing at all to wash with.  I started to select a few that the family would like.  Then, I thought, "Hey, this would make a great blog."  So, I snapped a couple of camera photos.  Up until then, the sales people had left me alone to shop.  When one of them noticed I was snapping photos, she approached me and asked what I was doing.  I told her I was planning on blogging about their new line of antibacterials..."word of blog advertising" so to speak.  She shocked me by saying she would ask if it was okay.  What the heck?  I was merely a motivated customer looking to spread the word.  Surely they would invite my positive remarks.  I mean, they were doing everything they could to get customers in...brightly colored signs, overtly attractive sales young girls with perfect smiles, etc... Why would this be an issue?  Anyway, she returned and told me I could do it this time, but in the future, I shouldn't.  She insisted her store manager claimed it was store policy.  Yeah...Okay...Don't sweat the small stuff, right?  No worries.  The customer, I guess, isn't always right in Bath and Body Works.  Well, I already had my camera photos.  Time to pay for my selections and leave.  All the empty smiles in the world couldn't keep me there.  All I could think was, "Where was all the love they were supposed to be spreading?"  

   I chose two travel antibacterials (vanilla and coconut...$4.00 each) with "carabiner" snap rings (total cost $10.50).  They get you with the additional cost of the accessories.  Pricier than the smaller pocket size (5 for $5.00) without the extra holder (ranging in price from 50 cents to $4.00 each), but nevertheless, a cool new product I liked.   http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11166532&cp=4090259.4090258.4090283.4431587.11443729  

   When the cashier (the same one that had tattled to her supervisor about what they somehow considered a negative exploit) rang up my purchase, she asked if I wanted to give them my email for on line coupons.  I politely said no thank you.  At this point, I was getting antsy.  I nearly dropped everything and left.  Then she continued with the fact that she going to put coupons in my bag for their new line of "country chic" products. "Fine." (Girl, hurry up) Something else for the recycle bin, I guess.  As I departed the store, the girl assigned to the door said, "Come back soon."  Yeah, if I do return, it will only be for the warm vanilla sugar product line.  And to be honest, I might just look for something similar elsewhere, in a store that honestly makes me feel like a welcome customer.  In hindsight, I should have returned to the warmer, fuzzier, Levi's store and bought that second pair of jeans.  It would've made for a more pleasant drive home.  

   On the up side, when I did get home, I watched a relatively good scary movie on demand..."Vanishing on 7th Street".  And to top it off, our youngest loved his new shoes.  : )