Trial And Error

Have this on hand

   The boys went white water rafting with the scouts this past weekend.  Both of them came back sunburned.  It just goes to show, you can buy sunscreen, you can pack it for them, but if you can't be there to remind them or even apply it for them...well, sunburn happens.  Boys will be boys at any age.
   My husband's burn didn't really give him much of a problem.  He was even outside yesterday afternoon grilling in the hot sun.  He grilled chicken breasts, shrimp, and a steak for our youngest (a special request).  I think the phase of eating everything in sight has finally hit.  We are all in for quite a ride.
   Our eldest boy can still go through a gallon a milk a day.  I got to the point last summer when I just couldn't keep up.  I asked if he would go to the store and get the milk.  I'd see him coming down the road toting his gallons as if he'd discovered a new weight to work out with.  Not a bad idea.  If you ask me, those jugs of milk are heavy enough to do a few curls.
   Anyway, we were putting the food out when our youngest came upstairs.  He literally had the shivers from the sunburn.  The uncontrollable itch was making it impossible for him to focus on his homework.  At first, we tried giving him bags of frozen veggies, but he couldn't hold them on both arms at once and still write in his notebook.
   We suggested he take a break, have some dinner, and relax a bit...thought diving into steak and corn on the cob would take his mind off the irritating itch.  He came upstairs even more upset.  He couldn't even eat.  This was serious.
   So, we stopped everything and ran a bath with that Aveeno powder (for itch).  He lay in there a while, but said even that wasn't really working.  I decided to do what I always do when I have a question about something...I hit the internet.  I found a couple of sites with recommendations for relieving sunburn itch.  Unfortunately, vinegar was out of the question.  We don't keep it in the house.  I am allergic to vinegar.  So, I kept searching.  Finally, I found a site that recommended Banana Boat Aloe After Sun Gel.  I lucked out.  We had some under the bathroom sink, left over from last year.
   At this point, he was willing to try anything and so was mom.  I did my best to not say what my mother would, "serves you right.  Next time, you'll put on that sunscreen, huh?"  It was breaking my heart to see my child in such agony.  He didn't need a lecture to make it worse.  When I put it on, he initially jumped from the cool on his hot skin.  His skin just soaked it up.  I applied the gel three, maybe four times in two hours.  During this time, he was able to eat some dinner, finish his homework, even take an on line quiz.  I tried to give him some privacy so he could focus, but I came down to check on him...see how he was coming along.  He asked if I'd sit with him while he did a little more homework.  After a few minutes, he looks over at me and says,"Thanks Mom...for everything."  I had to hold back the tears.  I knew that simple "thank you" had come from deep down.  You don't get moments like that every day, but when you do, you never forget them.  I guess we both learned something this weekend.  He learned if you go into the sun without protection, you get burned...and that's a really bad thing.  I learned that Banana boat makes an aloe gel that provides relief...when they forget...as they often do... You can't be with them every minute, but you can hope, even without constant parental guidance...through a little trial and error, they will remember the important things.

A Day Of Remembering

   We figured it out this morning.  Together, my husband and I have 55 combined years in uniform.  What that means is Memorial Day touches home.  My husband's grandfather served in World War I. Both our fathers serve in World War II.  They were fortunate enough to come home and raise families...raise future veterans.  Over the years, we have mourned many of our friends and military family.  At each funeral, we reminisced times when we worked together, fought together, laughed together, and cried together.  When you have worn a uniform, it seems every day is Memorial Day.
   The weekend is filled with excitement for many...family barbecues, the traditional opening of neighborhood swimming pools, and huge sales.  Its easy to forget the true meaning of this "holiday".
   When I was scanning this old photo, I glanced around our home office at the "I love me" wall, where many of our military certificates and mementos fill the space.   I wish I had a photo of everyone we have served with over the years, but thats just not realistic.  We don't have that kind of wall space.
   Sometimes the memories fade like an old uniform, but with a little help, they can come to life again...bringing back those with which we served.  If we just remember, those old soldiers never die, and together, we can keep them from ever fading away.    
         

Thats Alright, Thats Okay, I'm Gonna Work Out Anyway!

   Sometimes, motivation to work out can come from the strangest places.  When I got up this morning, I hadn't intended to work out.  Its Sunday.  I thought about going to Church, but the boys are still on their White Water Rafting trip, and I really didn't want to go alone.  So, I got up, fed the cat, made a cup of coffee, and turned on the television.  I was flipping channels when I came across one of those "Bring it on" movies.  I've seen them all several times but, I'll admit when they are on, I can't seem to change the channel.
   I was never a cheerleader.  I never really wanted to try out.  I have never been what you call competitive.  To be a cheerleader, you need that competitive edge.  Me?  I was more of the moody artistic drama queen in high school.  My best friend in high school was a cheerleader.  To this day, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever known.  I have always envied the girls who cheered, not because of their beauty, but because in my opinion, they are physically strong, highly motivated, and extremely determined individuals.
   So, this morning, after just a few minutes of watching "Bring it on" or "Bring it on again",  (whichever one it was) I decided to get out of my lazy day tank and boxers, put on my work out clothes, and hit the treadmill for a five mile walk.  You know what?  You are never too old for a little unbridled enthusiasm.  As I watched the remainder of the movie from our treadmill, I felt well...cheer-tastic.  
      

I Never Used To Get Butt Cramps At The Theater

 
   I tried to sleep in this morning but, sadly, the cat had other ideas.  She began a symphony of song around 0630hrs.  So, I rolled out of bed and came down to feed her.  I didn't put on my work out clothes though.  Today was movie fest day.  The plan was to go to three movies back to back.  My best friend and I used to have movie fest days while in college.  Today, I went alone.  It was totally selfish on my part.  I knew I wanted to walk the mall a bit before the movies began.  Not everyone wants to exercise on a holiday weekend.  I did walk a bit.  I even tried on a few clothes.  I bought a dress pretty enough for church and a skirt I can wear anywhere...very girlie...Anne Taylor.  It was the first time I had ever bought anything from that store.  Couldn't resist a 40% off Memorial Day weekend sale, I guess.

   Once I got to the theater, I did like the last time and bought the smart snacks with a bottle of water for $7.  The first movie I saw was "Priest".  Good film, but not one I will buy later.  It always feels strange to walk out of one movie and get in line for another.  I mean, how many people actually do that?  The second movie I saw was "Pirates of the Caribbean- On Stranger Tides."  This one, I know we will end up buying.  We have all the rest of the series.  And "Stranger Tides" was every bit as good as the rest.  Make sure you stay for the bonus footage after the credits.  I had planned on staying for a third film..."Thor", but my butt was beginning to cramp from all the sitting. My backside is not as padded as it was in college.  : )  I'll see Thor later.
   "Pirates" was a long film.  I didn't get out of the theater until 1800hrs.  I know its still early, but I wanted to get home before dark.  I expected to come home and find a "Neighborhood watch" packet sitting in front of our door.  Its our turn tonight.  When I turned into the driveway, no packet.  Weird.  I'll just bet the one who had it last night went away for the long weekend and forgot to pass it along.  I'll walk the neighborhood anyway.  Can't hurt.  I'm wearing my pedometer and you know...it all counts.     https://www.amcstubs.com/ 

Get Lost. Its Just A New Adventure.

 When I got up this morning, my husband informed me that he was working from home today.  What that really means is he has dibs on the treadmill.  No worries.  Its a beautiful day, albeit a bit warm.  Initially, I fussed a bit.  Not because of the heat (I like the heat), but because of the fact that my normal route is getting to be less of a challenge to me.  I need to go further faster and there should be more hills.  Still, I set out in the direction I usually go.  In some places, the sun beat down on me, but in other, more shady areas, I could feel a cool welcoming breeze.  I walked towards the high school, then through it hoping to find a path that would break through the trees and set me on a path to Montclair.  Its pretty overgrown now.
Unfortunately, I hit a lot of dead ends.  After a while, I came to the conclusion that I was lost.  I stopped, took a few photos and sent them to my email, just in case they had a need in the future to search for a body.  I know.  I watch way too much of "Criminal Minds" and "Bones".  What do you expect from a girl who basically learned to read by sneaking a peek at her dad's "True Detective" magazine?  Anyway, I figured I was safe.  It was still daylight and well...I am a trained killer after all.  I got to the dead end and did an about face (thats what we soldiers do, you know).  Then I reached another dead end.  Okay...another about face.  What was this, an exercise in drill and ceremonies?  I had called my husband earlier just to let him I was exploring and that I might be a bit late.  He didn't pick up the phone.  Not knowing why I called (and imagining the worst), he got in his truck and came looking for me.  He was still driving around my normal route when I called again.  "Where are you?" he asked.  "Haven't a clue, but everything is fine.  Just enjoying my walk.  I'll be home when I'm done."  Satisfied that I was okay, he drove home.  Now see, if he would have picked up that phone the first time, he wouldn't have had to worry.  That will teach him.  Maybe next time I'll just send a text.  

Post walk

   When I got back to the main road, I had a hankering ( I sound like my Grandmother...the Southern one) to turn right into a neighborhood I had never seen.  People...  Okay, this must be civilization.  I had to speed up a little or else get mower man grass shavings thrown up at me.  I guess they didn't get the memo.  Over in Montclair, those guys turn off the lawn care equipment when runners or walkers pass.  Here, they just ignored me.  When I came to the last house, I soon realized this too would be a dead end.  I turned around to see an old woman (I swear she looked 120) standing in the middle of her yard, with her arms crossed, giving me a dirty look.  I smiled at her.  Then I passed a herd of folks standing around.  They were dressed like me, like they intended to work out, but they were just standing there talking.  Some had dogs.  I tell you...those dogs weren't getting any exercise.  

   By this time, I was tired of being lost.  I'd had my little adventure and I'd walked far enough for today.  I headed back to the main road, set a fast pace, moved out...homeward bound.  I walked in the door and was met with a big sweaty hug.  He had not yet showered from his treadmill run.  Lovely.  He asked how far I walked.  "I haven't a clue".  "Why don't we map it out on that computer program?"  First, I had to find it again.  Really, at this point, all I wanted to do was sit down with a big glass of water.  But, I pulled out the computer and I mapped it at a little over 5 and a half miles.  Really, I had hoped for more.  It was going to be a long weekend.  Oh well.  Later.  I went downstairs and did my other exercises.  Did I mention I did an additional 50 push ups last night, during commercials?  Well I did.  : )  Commercials are the best time to do push ups.  Well, unless you really need that time to pee.  I recommend you go pee first.  Then do your push ups.  : )  The commercials are long enough to do both.

"Just one more, Sweetie.  I promise."

   As I was getting ready to pull out all my stuff to make my fruit whey protein smoothie, my husband asked if I wanted to go out to lunch.  Too early for lunch, but I had to have something or I'd pass out.  Brunch?  Sure.  We had to run an errand anyway.  After showers, we stopped in at the Bob Evans.  That's funny.  Hardy anyone here.  Must be the Memorial Day weekend.  Everyone is gone.  Good.  I'm hungry.
   I got one those chicken salad plates with the fruit.  It was unbelievable.  I look forward to it every year.  And I make one of those pouty faces every time the season ends.  Its not on the nutrition listing, but...look at it.  Its mostly fruit.  Okay, maybe a little mayonnaise in the scoop of chicken salad (with grapes and pecans).  Mmmm... Worth it.  Believe me.   http://www.bobevans.com/menu/Fit_from_the_Farm_%C2%AE.aspx
   

Oh No, They Didn't!

   I guess I asked for it, making those absolutely decadent cupcakes last night.  When we drove up to the VFW (where the boy scouts meet), I could see they were grilling.  I guess I knew deep down in my soul it wasn't shrimp kabobs.  It had to be something easy.  Thats it.  I was being punished.  I should have made the watermelon fruit bowl.  I should have thought about the kids, about their health...but I didn't.  And I was going to hell with a cheeseburger in my hand. Lord help me.  I am a sinner.
   We walked in.  Our young scout quickly eluded us for his friends.  My husband found some "men" to talk to.  For a minute there, I felt I was sitting alone.  But eventually he turned around, scooted his chair so he no longer had his back to me, and I was again included in the conversation.  The initial ceremonies were over in no time at all and we (the guests) were instructed to get in line for chow (they are a lot of old soldiers in the scout leadership).
   As I stood in line, I felt a little like a prisoner heading for the gallows.  This was to be my punishment. I was going to face my enemy right here and right now.  I was going to have to stand on the field of battle and decide "to eat or not to eat".  The first lady serving asked if I wanted a cheeseburger on a white bun.  The guy in front of me in line asked for no bun (Atkins?)  The second lady serving asked if I wanted a hot dog, a chili dog perhaps?  I took a deep breath.  I thought back to my early days in the Army, in Germany, back when I was 20lbs heavier.  Chili cheese dogs were one of my passions, one of my guilty pleasures.  I held my plate to my chest, smiled, and as I slowly passed, I said no thank you.  I have given up beef and well...whatever that hot dog was made up, I was sure I had given that up too.  The only thing left was cole slaw.  I took a little.  Even with the mayonnaise, I was sure I would not be struck with a lightening bolt by the Gods of Health and Fitness for eating a little cole slaw.  I desperately wished I had eaten before we left home.  Three times now, I have encountered this same problem at the same quarterly event.  Next time, I will at least have a healthy snack before we head out.  When I sat down, my husband gave me that, "I knew you wouldn't take anything" look he sometimes gives me.  He does this a lot.  Always the gentlemen, he gladly gave me his portion of cole slaw.  I looked in my purse, but I had forgotten to pick up a protein bar.  I sighed.  It was going to be a long night.  I did find one of my whey protein packets.  All was not lost.  For dessert, I had a fruit tart.  I ate the fruit...left the tart.  One day, they might start serving healthy foods at these events.  I mean, a scout is supposed to be physically strong.  Shouldn't we be teaching them how to eat nutritious meals?
   We got home after 2100hrs (9pm).  I thought I would be hungry, but after a glass of water and a cup of tea, I was fine for the night.  I didn't sleep much.  My stupid foot has been bothering me.  I worried if I would even be able to walk today.  But, I got up, and followed my normal routine.  The cat likes to walk down the stairs with me (probably because I usually feed her).  She has been complaining about a bad foot too.  We make quite the pair, the cat and I, limping down the stairs.  I am usually alright once I get going.  Its just those first few steps in the morning that I struggle with.  I still managed to walk my five miles, bringing me to a solid 550 in my goal of 1000 for the year.  At this rate, I might actually pass my goal.  I like the way that feels.  I've never thought of myself as an overachiever.  I've always been the one glad just to finish before the sun goes down...you know?  Its so disheartening when you come to the finish line in a race and up ahead, everyone has packed up.  I was feeling pretty good for a Thursday.  I did some extra weight repetitions...400 instead of my normal 300.  Yes, I still did 100 sit ups and 100 butt lifts.  I did 50 push ups.  I may do more later in the day depending on how the day goes.

   I changed up what I normally eat though.  I had my Greek yogurt at 1000hrs (10am)..no smoothie.  I met my husband for lunch at Panera bread.  We hadn't been there in ages.  I had so little to eat last night, I figured I could go all out and have one of their amazing salads.  I was looking for a salad with fruit, specifically the strawberry poppyseed salad.  They said it doesn't become available until 2 June (note: put this on calendar).  Instead, I had the BBQ chicken chopped salad and a water.  It was so good.  I know it was huge (about 500 calories huge), but..hey, I was a hungry girl.  Besides, I was a wall of willpower the night before.  The salad was so filling, I tossed the apple in my purse to bring home.  http://www.paneranutrition.com/  If you haven't been to Panera Bread in a while, you should go.  And check out the cool nutrition calculator before you order.  Have a healthy day and remember...make good choices.  I do.

         
 

You Can Make It Without Eating It

   This morning, when I got up, I was exhausted.  I have no clue as to why.  Maybe I am pushing too hard.  Maybe I am not eating enough.  Whatever if is, it has me a bit stressed out.  Unfortunately, our young teenager is stressed out also.  School is coming to an end soon.  With the warm weather and all the SOL's, he is a bit anxious.  He wants summer to be here now, you know?  I can't say as I disagree.  I am looking forward to being able to sleep in, even though I am not so sure I will.
   Most likely, I will still wake up when my husband does so we can spend our morning together before he heads off to work.  He doesn't get summer off.  Also, I will want to get an early start on my workout.  If I want to walk outside, I don't want to wait until its too hot.  Besides, I know working out will get more difficult as the day progresses and other tasks plop themselves right in my path.  I swear I am busier now as a retiree than I ever was when I actually had a paying job.  I suppose I could change to an evening workout, but so far, the mornings have worked out better for me.  Its really an individual choice.  Everyone's day is different.  I like mornings.  It starts my day going in the right direction.
   Anyway, I woke up stressing about what I had to get accomplished today.  During my workout, it kind of stayed with me, pushing me along, pushing me through that tired feeling.  Tonight, I have to bring a "tasty treat" to the Court of Honor, a quarterly boy scout function we attend.  I hate to say it, but I literally struggled with the decision as to what I should bring.  My friends would say just buy something, but I know the boys would prefer something homemade or at least as homemade I normally do.  I am not Betty Crocker.  I am the daughter of a lady who still thinks the microwave was heaven sent, remember?  I sometimes take short cuts.
   I thought about keeping it healthy and making a watermelon fruit bowl, a gutted out melon, with melon balled watermelon, cantelope, grapes, blueberries, strawberries.  You get the idea.  Super healthy, but not really fun.  And well, its a lot of work.  
   Then I thought about making one of my decadent, super unhealthy trifles.  The boys would love that, but I ran into one problem...this dessert is supposed to have a sports theme.  Mmmm...topped with cool whip....I tried to imagine a baseball design on top...white cool whip with baseball stitching.  Ugh...again, too much work and it would probably need refrigeration.  I didn't know how long it would have to sit before we got to actually eat.
   I was back to my husband's suggestion, the same thing I made the last time we did this, the decision to make cupcakes.  How to make them?  I decided to just pick up some dark chocolate cake mix.  Hey... antioxidants, right?  I know.  I am stretching it.  Last time, I made red velvet cupcakes and some of the boys steered away from them having never before seen red cake.  I figured I would use food coloring to make the whipped cream cheese frosting green, like the grass of a baseball field.  Then I would add dark green sprinkles to make them seem more lifelike.  I got these cute little baseball mitt cake toppers from the party store.  I'd throw them on top.  I figured what the heck.  I could make them anyway I wanted.  We all know, I wasn't going to eat them.  Why not go all out for the boys, give them a really sweet treat?
   Sure, tomorrow the guilt of dispensing this much sugar on someone's else's kids will most likely haunt me, but you know what?  I think I'll get over it.  I am learning not to sweat the small stuff.  The parents aren't going to come to our home with pitch forks and torches screaming, "I can't believe you brought those super dooper sugary cupcakes...you evil wench!"  At least I don't think they will.  Just in case...I apologize in advance to anyone who has a late night with their son (or husband) because of an unexpected sugar rush.  Next time, I promise, I'll make the fruit bowl.  : )

      

Ignite The Light Inside

   This morning, I decided it was a good day for a walk outside.  It was humid and overcast, but warm still..in the 60's/70's I think.  So, I put on my shape ups and my US Army Retired hat.  I grabbed my lanyard with the house key, my cell phone, and of course...my iPod.  Momma needs her music to keep her company.  I walked my old route, which somehow seems too easy for me now that I have been walking the treadmill at an incline for the last 40 miles of this journey (I hit 540 miles today).  Still, I wanted the fresh air.  

   As I walked to the beat of Lady Gaga and Pink, I kept a good pace.  I detoured around some glass and some poop left by an earlier somewhat inconsiderate dog walker.  I glanced over at the new homes being built.  I couldn't help but feel bad for the deer, the foxes, the rabbits...all the creatures that would soon lose their homes.  I felt guilty that we were part of it.  Made me want to move.  I get like that sometimes.  Except for the workers, it seemed I was the only one on the path this morning.  No other walkers, no bike riders, no one out with their dogs.  I had my ear pods in.  I couldn't hear the traffic or the heavy equipment across the street.  I tried to lose myself in the music.   

Desert Storm 1991

   My mind wandered as it frequently does when I walk.  I thought about the women who have messaging me on facebook the past month or so asking if I needed a coach or a personal trainer.  I don't think they understand.  This lady is self motivated.  I was an Army Officer, a warrior for goodness sake.  At their age, I was out leading soldiers in war (actually two wars).  I admire their youthful ambition, but I don't need to be taught how to get in shape.  I have enough life experience for that.  I mean, think about it...who doesn't?  Its not that complicated a process.  You work out.  You eat smart.  You listen to free advise from folks you trust...experts like Joy Bauer http://www.joybauer.com/today-show/joy-fit-club.aspx.  You watch shows like "The Biggest Loser".  You talk it out with friends.  Friends are always willing to help.  And believe me, you will learn from everyone you are willing to listen to.  It may be good advice.  It may be bad.   If you question it, you ask more questions.  And sometimes, its all about getting educated.  To start, you read labels.  You try a few healthy recipes that sound good.  You cut back on things that are obviously bad for you like fast food.  You try new foods you were not willing to try before.  You develop a personal fitness routine that fits your lifestyle.  Pretty soon, you lose weight...you have more energy...you feel stronger.  In no time at all, you can change your life forever.  You can live better, longer.    

   Sure, you may choose to pay for a decent fitness DVD so you can work out on rainy days.  You may even do like we did and invest in some home fitness equipment or maybe even a gym membership.  But honestly, with all thats out there, do we really need someone to hold our hands?  I don't think so.  You are an adult (or at least old enough to be one).  You know when you are being good or well, being naughty.  As my close friend and fellow blogger says, we are building a village.  If we work together, we can inspire each other free of charge.  Wouldn't it be great if the idea spread and that village became a town, a city, a state, a country, even a world?   

   My mind stopped wandering when Katy Perry's "Firework" came on.  You know what?  I love this song.  It says it all.  And I think it applies to any age.  I know I was the reason my doors were closed.  Today, I am  out walking...on that perfect road (despite the doggy poops)...happier and healthier...a firework.  "Boom, boom, boom"  

March 2011

   It never fails.  As I neared home, my iPod battery died.  It needed a charge.  I completed the last part of my walk playing music over and over in my head.  It got me through.  I had my charge.  I had already "ignited the light inside".  : )  After my walk, I went right downstairs, plugged my iPod in to recharge, did 350 weight/kettle bell repetitions, 70 push ups, 100 sit ups, and you guessed it...100 butt lifts...Its going to be a good day today...after my shower of course.  Whew, stinky..  

I Have Been Doing It For Years

   Raise your hand if you have ever bought something because you saw it on television.  My hand is raised.  I've have been doing it for years.  The first thing I ever bought because I saw it on television was a huge white family bible, and thats before I had a family of my own.  I got on the phone and ordered it.  I'll admit, I was nervous that first time, but I was a virgin when it came to buying from television.  I bought my Juice man Juicer and my Suzanne Somers' "thigh-master" from television infomercials.  I was unrelentingly teased by all my peers for the thigh-master purchase, but I used that Juice man for more than a decade.  My "Shake weight" was seen on TV, as was our son's Criss Angel Magic Kit.  Last Christmas, we bought him one of those gravity defying balls after he saw it on TV.    

   So, today, after my rather intense workout (my back is feeling considerably better), I popped in the "As Seen On TV" store in the mall just to see what was new.  I haven't been watching much television lately.  I thought I might have missed something.  I walked around a bit, listening to the commercials on the mini televisions that were strategically placed in the store.  There is literally something for everyone in this store.  At 11am on a Monday, it was really quiet.  I was the only customer.  The young salesman asked me more than once if he could help.  I think he was bored.  I smiled and asked if I could take a couple of photos.  He said he didn't have a problem, but I should still ask his boss.  I told his boss what I was planning with the blog.  He thought it was a wonderful idea.  I had already picked up a couple of items to purchase by then.  

   I picked two things I knew would work and one I really just wanted to try.  I wanted to try the "heel-tastic" intensive heel therapy.  Even with all the water I drink, the heels of my feet tend to become dry and cracked especially in the warmer months.  It looks pretty easy to use.  I'll let you know if it works.  If it does, it will save me a fortune in lotions.    

   I also bought some green bags for our bananas.  I have used them before and they really help the bananas last longer, keep from browning.  Its scientific, I'm told.  I don't know much about the science.  I just know they work.  And well, I am tired of throwing bananas out before their time.  Lately, we have been buying a lot of bananas.  I have one in my smoothie every day and my husband likes to take them to work.  Even our youngest likes to grab a banana after school now and then.  Just remember, if you buy them, tell your significant other these bags are unique.  I didn't.  My husband unknowingly ripped the first one open and I kind of lost it.  "Didn't you think that it was unusual to have the bananas in these special green bags?", I asked.   I mean, I don't usually have bananas in bags at all.  Ugh...  Anyway, "Green Bags" aren't cheap, but if you take care of them (and try not to rip them open), they will last practically forever.  

Lastly, I bought a little gadget that I just had to have called a "Shake 'N Take".  It's a sports bottle blender for my daily smoothies and protein drinks.  You won't always have a blender handy.  Its not practical.  I learned that while on vacation in California.  I can take the Shake 'N Take on day trips or when we are away from home for extended periods.  Its compact and easy to clean.  Well, you get the idea.  So, if you ever find yourself at the mall, drop in to the "As Seen On TV" store.  You may find something you saw on television and really wanted, but either you weren't sure, you wanted to see it first, or maybe you just weren't willing to shell out that extra postage and handling payment for it.  My guess is, they will have it in the store.  Take your time.  Look around.  Its not always a gimmick.  I know.  After all, I have been buying "As Seen On TV", for years.  

Everything Happens For A Reason

   Its Sunday afternoon.  Its raining now.  I'm sure my husband is positively thrilled he mowed the lawn after church today.  This morning, we all made it to church.  After what happened last night, I think we all kind of believed there was reason to be thankful...face to face with the big guy up there.
  Yesterday started out such a beautiful day.  I had gone on my bike ride which I later discovered through "run route", (www.mapmyrun.com) was 7.6 miles (Thanks for the website, Chuck).  Not too shabby for someone who isn't really the most proficient with changing gears.  Unfortunately, I was paying for it physically as the day went on.  My knees felt weak and my back was sore.  I hadn't really used my weekend as recovery time like I usually do.  I hoped I hadn't made a huge mistake by going as far as I did on the bike.  Anyway, I resigned myself to the fact that Sunday would have to be a day of rest, whether I liked it or not.  
  After I downed a couple of Tylenol, I went outside to check on the boys.  They had done all they were going to do with the camper, and were out washing the truck.  After that, we washed my car.  Normally, on a day when we do this, we kind of expect rain.  Murphy's law... you know?  But it didn't rain yesterday.  It was sunny and warm, a perfect day for outside family activities.    
  We had plans to attend a party at a friend's house in the afternoon.  I told my husband I would drive home.  He knew I wasn't as comfortable driving his big man truck so, to our son's dismay, we all squeezed in to the little car.  We had a wonderful time at the party, but eventually the time came for us to leave.  He knew my back was sore from earlier in the day, so my husband said he would drive.  Our youngest climbed into the back seat and we were on our way.  My husband knew the way home.  I would have had to use the GPS.  It calms me even in the heaviest traffic conditions.
   We were driving along, when all of a sudden, a motorcyclist sped by weaving in and out of traffic.  At the same time, we both made the comment that he was an absolute idiot to ride like that.  Then, it happened.  We were in the middle lane.  In the blink of an eye, a car came up on our left side, crossed over in front of us nearly ramming us while attempting to pass.  I think he was racing another car.  He may have even been drunk.  Who knows?
   It was incredible how quickly my husband reacted (and fortunate no one was in the right lane).  We swerved right, then left, then right, then back to center.  Yet, with all this, he still had complete control and I knew it.  His quick thinking kept us from rolling over.  Had we not been locked securely in our seat belts, we would have surely been slammed up against the side windows of my little car.  After everything calmed, we quickly did a check do make sure everyone was okay.  The only casualty was the plate of food I had had on my lap.  It went flying.  No survivors there.  But we were okay, just a bit shaken up.  We pulled in to a gas station close to the house.  When my husband was filling up the tank, I took the opportunity to talk to our son about what had happened.  We talked about racing on the highway, about defensive driving, about how difficult it would have been to react as quickly as he did...had his dad been on a cell phone.  Then he looks at me and says,"I'm just glad you weren't driving."  I let that comment slide.  He wasn't himself.
   So, today...we all got up and went to church, thankful to have survived our traumatic little incident from the night before.  As I stood there in church, I thought to myself...this healthy new life...it could all be gone in a heartbeat.  Life is such a fragile thing.  But you know what, everything happens for a reason.  I wasn't driving that night because I was sore.  I was sore because I rode that bike 7.6 miles.  I rode that distance because I wanted to challenge myself.  All we can really do is...our best...every day...one day at a time...        

Everything Happens For A Reason

   Its Sunday afternoon.  Its raining now.  I'm sure my husband is positively thrilled he mowed the lawn after church today.  This morning, we all made it to church.  After what happened last night, I think we all kind of believed there was reason to be thankful...face to face with the big guy up there.
  Yesterday started out such a beautiful day.  I had gone on my bike ride which I later discovered through "run route", (www.mapmyrun.com) was 7.6 miles (Thanks for the website, Chuck).  Not too shabby for someone who isn't really the most proficient with changing gears.  Unfortunately, I was paying for it physically as the day went on.  My knees felt weak and my back was sore.  I hadn't really used my weekend as recovery time like I usually do.  I hoped I hadn't made a huge mistake by going as far as I did on the bike.  Anyway, I resigned myself to the fact that Sunday would have to be a day of rest, whether I liked it or not.  
  After I downed a couple of Tylenol, I went outside to check on the boys.  They had done all they were going to do with the camper, and were out washing the truck.  After that, we washed my car.  Normally, on a day when we do this, we kind of expect rain.  Murphy's law... you know?  But it didn't rain yesterday.  It was sunny and warm, a perfect day for outside family activities.    
  We had plans to attend a party at a friend's house in the afternoon.  I told my husband I would drive home.  He knew I wasn't as comfortable driving his big man truck so, to our son's dismay, we all squeezed in to the little car.  We had a wonderful time at the party, but eventually the time came for us to leave.  He knew my back was sore from earlier in the day, so my husband said he would drive.  Our youngest climbed into the back seat and we were on our way.  My husband knew the way home.  I would have had to use the GPS.  It calms me even in the heaviest traffic conditions.
   We were driving along, when all of a sudden, a motorcyclist sped by weaving in and out of traffic.  At the same time, we both made the comment that he was an absolute idiot to ride like that.  Then, it happened.  We were in the middle lane.  In the blink of an eye, a car came up on our left side, crossed over in front of us nearly ramming us while attempting to pass.  I think he was racing another car.  He may have even been drunk.  Who knows?
   It was incredible how quickly my husband reacted (and fortunate no one was in the right lane).  We swerved right, then left, then right, then back to center.  Yet, with all this, he still had complete control and I knew it.  His quick thinking kept us from rolling over.  Had we not been locked securely in our seat belts, we would have surely been slammed up against the side windows of my little car.  After everything calmed, we quickly did a check do make sure everyone was okay.  The only casualty was the plate of food I had had on my lap.  It went flying.  No survivors there.  But we were okay, just a bit shaken up.  We pulled in to a gas station close to the house.  When my husband was filling up the tank, I took the opportunity to talk to our son about what had happened.  We talked about racing on the highway, about defensive driving, about how difficult it would have been to react as quickly as he did...had his dad been on a cell phone.  Then he looks at me and says,"I'm just glad you weren't driving."  I let that comment slide.  He wasn't himself.
   So, today...we all got up and went to church, thankful to have survived our traumatic little incident from the night before.  As I stood there in church, I thought to myself...this healthy new life...it could all be gone in a heartbeat.  Life is such a fragile thing.  But you know what, everything happens for a reason.  I wasn't driving that night because I was sore.  I was sore because I rode that bike 7.6 miles.  I rode that distance because I wanted to challenge myself.  All we can really do is...our best...every day...one day at a time...        

Changing Gears

   This morning, my husband was out in the garage working.  His plan was to go pick up our trailer, get it opened up and do what he had to to get it ready for the summer months.  I went out to see if I could help, but he didn't really need me.  I glanced over and saw it...my bike.  It was covered in dust and the tire was low from lack of use.  Its hard to believe, but we've had the bikes for probably a year now.  Our youngest is really the only one that rides, and he thinks I don't, but I know he is sneaking out without his helmet.  They may be safe, but they are so terribly ugly.  Its hard to get mad.  We never had to wear helmets as kids.  Then again, we didn't have seat belts either.  I'll have to watch him better.   

   I'm an ashamed to say that I have never really ridden my bike further than to the local grocery store and back.  Let's face it.  I am a walker.  Riding the bike tends to exacerbate the injury to my knees and worse...my back.  But I made the decision to take a chance, give it a try.  I am a different woman than I was this time last year.  I asked my husband to help me get it ready to ride.  He pumped up the tires, while I checked it over thoroughly and brushed off the dust.  Its funny how you can forget the little things like knowing how to use a bicycle pump.  But, there is no shame in re-learning things you have forgotten.  He even had to help me adjust the helmet strap.  

    So, when the boys headed out to get the trailer, I grabbed my cell phone and my keys, donned the seriously nerdy helmet (ever miss the days of youthful ignorance?), and ventured out on my own path.  I had not gone far before I realized I had forgotten how to change gears.  I knew I would inevitably have to change gears.  There was no one to help me.  I just had to take my time and try to figure it out.  Slowly, I got better but let's just say, I haven't really mastered it yet.  My overall ride was, to say the least, a might jerky.  I wasn't worried really.  I hadn't intended on going far.  I just wanted to get out.  It was such a beautiful morning.  The sun was shining.  The birds were chirping.  I wanted desperately to open myself up to new experiences.  I figured I'd go to the same point I did when I had walked this neighborhood a couple of weeks ago...when I had seen the rat.  At first, I thought I might have made a mistake going the way I did.  There were a lot of cracks in the pavement and also some glass to avoid.  What if I got a flat and had to walk back?  Then I remembered...I am a walker.  I've walked over 500 miles this year so far.  No worries.  Still, I would try to be careful to avoid the obstacles along the way.  As with anything in life, you can't always avoid the cracks in the pavement...or the broken glass.  

   I took my first turn.  I was getting more and more proficient with the gears.  Or maybe, I was just going down hill.  I don't know.  All I know is it got easier to pedal.  The cars were flying down the road next to me.    I thought to myself, "That's right...I'm biking. While you all are sitting there in your air conditioned cars, listening to your radios, I am getting my exercise.  Why aren't you?"  All of a sudden, up ahead on the sidewalk, I saw him...a bunny rabbit hopping along down the sidewalk...in my direct path.  I was going pretty fast (downhill) but I didn't panic.  Just before I came up next to him, he swerved into the woods.  He was so cute and tiny.  Well, after the earlier experience with the rat, this bunny felt like a positive omen.  I mean, it is the year of the rabbit.  I guess, when you make up your mind to do something, it doesn't take much to motivate you.  I just knew today would be a good day, that I had made a good choice to take out on this new journey.  

  I passed runners, ladies pushing carriages, and folks walking their dogs.  It seemed everyone was taking advantage of this warm, sunny day.  When I came to the point where I had previously walked, I didn't turn around.  I decided to try and make it to the 7-Eleven.  When I got to the 7-Eleven, I decided to try to make it to the little league baseball field.  When I got to the little league baseball,  I decided to try to make to the shopping center.  By then, I had hit the main road.  It wasn't easy.  The hills were challenging on the way up, but you know what?  Those same hills were exhilarating on the way down.  When I hit the main road, I struggled up the hill.  Another biker passed me.  He was wearing those cyclist pants with the extra padding.  Obviously he had done this before.  Still, I made it to the top.  I crossed the main road at the light, then traveled down the larger bike path.  On this path, it was mostly cyclists.  Some weren't wearing their helmets.  As I passed going in the other direction, I repressed the urge to scold them.  

   Before long, I had made it to the road where I normally walk.  It was comforting to return to a place I knew.  Then, I passed a lady walking her dog.  This time last year, that same dog had bitten me on the back of my thigh.  Hard to forget that, you know?  He must have remembered me, because he began to bark.  I thought to myself, "That's right.  Try to bite me again and I swear I'll run your furry little butt over with my bike."  She held him tight as I passed.  Eventually, I came around the last corner before I reached home.  Heading downhill this last time...was positively rewarding.  I was going to finish what I started.  

   When I rolled up to the house, no one was there to greet me.  They were still out and I was all alone.  In my heart, I yelled out, "I did it.  I went all the way (though I hadn't any idea how far I'd actually gone)."  My back was sore and I couldn't figure out how to unlatch the stupid (but safe) helmet.  I just sat down on the steps.  I watched as the wind blew the trees.  I listened to the birds.  I said hello to a neighbor out walking his dogs.  I must have looked pretty stupid sitting there with my helmet still on.  I didn't really care.  I was...in the moment.  

   Eventually, the boys drove around the corner with the trailer.  Our youngest got out.  I asked him to take a cell phone photo of me on the bike...so I could remember the day I decided to take a chance and try changing gears.        

Mom's Kitchen

   Friday is always a hard workout day for me.  I see it as my "last chance" workout of sorts, because I try to use weekends for recovery time.  This morning was no different.  When my husband came upstairs, after his morning run on the treadmill, he asked if I was walking outside today.  I did think about it, but I knew I would get a much more challenging walk on the treadmill.  There, I could incline.  I'll walk outside next week.  The weather is supposed to be nice.  I pushed hard up hill, did extra weight repetitions (5 lb hand weights plus the 15lb kettle bell) and then some extra push ups (50 total).  All in all, I was in the gym from 0745 until just past 0930hrs. I did have other things to do with my day.  After all, I couldn't spend the whole day in the gym.  

   When I finally completed everything, I came back upstairs, drank a large glass of water, then hit the showers.  It is so very quiet in our kitchen when my boys leave...for school and work.  The television is off.  The cat is napping.  All I can really hear are the birds outside fighting for feeder time.  I don't need to think about dinner tonight.  There is plenty in the house and we may even go out.  Last night, we made dinner together.  I love it when we work as a team to make dinner.  Last night was delicious...baked salmon basted lightly with butter and the pampered chef lemon pepper rub I bought at the last party.  We had sauted baby portobello mushrooms and steamed asparagus sprinkled with shredded parmesan cheese on the side.  It was yummy.  I was glad to have a real meal.  When my husband travels, I eat extremely light...usually only vegetables.  Our youngest eats earlier than I do and well, he is a bit more picky about food than I am.  I don't argue.  I fight the battles that are worth fighting.  At least I can get healthy food in him, even if I do have to sneak it in.  His weight is good, and if his scout fitness test is any indication, he is physically fit.  Yesterday, he even demonstrated that he can, with very little effort, lift his old mom.  Hey, I celebrate that on a couple of levels.   

   So, when I am cooking just for me, I tend to eat what makes me feel good...primarily veggie plates.  I can't see making huge meals for one.  Because of this, I tend to lose a couple of pounds when my husband is gone.  He's been gone off and on the last two weeks.  I was getting a little light in the britches.  I needed to eat.  Last night was not only filling, but fun... I guess cooking together falls into that..."romantic things we do as a couple" category...like exercising together.  We exercised a little last night.  After dinner, we went out for a fast pace walk in the neighborhood.  Admittedly, it was fast pace because we had to get back in time to watch Brian Williams on MSNBC 1900hrs news.  We try to never miss our Brian Williams.   

   My mom and dad never cooked together.  She cooked all year.  And every night, she served him at the same time...like he was a king in his little castle.  We pretty much ate when our scheduled allowed.  Typical kids, we were in and out, busy with school or friends.  That drove my mom nuts.  I'm sure she would've have preferred we all sat around the table and had a family meal together, but that wasn't going to happen.  If I close my eyes, I can practically hear her, "You kids better eat.  I ain't stayin' in this hot kitchen all night!"  Imagine a Southern Virginia accent.  She wasn't born to it (she was actually born in Philadelphia), but she sure mastered it when she got angry...bless her heart.  

   Mom's kitchen is small, no more than 3' X 8' in what I would call actual standing room, and no real space to work.  My husband and I have fantasized about doing one of those extreme makeovers in her house, but I don't think she'd go for it.  As she frequently reminds us, she is an old woman who is set in her ways.  Anyway, she doesn't do much cooking there anymore.  I think she actually believes her microwave oven was a gift from God.  

   She certainly doesn't cook like we do.  When my husband and I moved in together, he came with skills and cookbooks.  His mom, an unbelievably wonderful cook, taught her boy everything she knew.  And believe me, I benefit from it every day.  Our kitchen is a focal point in our home.  We are always experimenting with new recipes, creating new dishes.  The kitchen was priority one when we chose the home nearly seven years ago.  And even then, it wasn't good enough.  A few years back, we gutted it and completely renovated it...to make improvements to fit our needs, make it an even more workable space.    

   When I go home to visit, it literally breaks my heart to walk into my mom's kitchen.  Had I been her, I would have slammed that plate right there in front of my father and demanded, "You want to eat, Buddy?  I want a better kitchen now!"  Then again, I am not the patient woman my mom is...and my husband is certainly not anything like my father was.  He is not only the king, he is also the king of the kitchen.  There, I am only his faithful and attentive student.  Our life together is so different from the one in which I was raised.  One thing is for sure.  Neither of us would ever feel we had to tell the kids, "Get out from under my feet.  There ain't room in here for more than one cook."  Our kitchen is made for happy gatherings, for smiles, laughs, and well...lots of experimenting with healthy new dishes.  For creating and learning new things, this mom's (and Dad's) kitchen ...is always open.                     

Love and Sweat

   This morning, the alarm went off.  After numerous taps on our snooze buttons, I hopped up and began making my side of the bed.  My husband rolled over.  He wanted to stay there.  I can't say as I blame him.  He's been traveling a lot and I know it wears him out.  So, I let him lay there while I donned my workout clothes.  I think I must have motivated him somehow because, after watching me get dressed, he said, "I think I'm going to run."  I couldn't help but think, "He's a good boy."  We went downstairs and, while I went through the usual morning routine, he ran on the treadmill.  I never asked how far he went, or how fast, but he was seriously sweaty when he came back to the kitchen.  Then, he did something he hasn't done in a while.  He took his vitamins.  Together, we said goodbye to our youngest as he headed out for school.  

  Now it was my turn.  I asked if he would come down with me.  I wanted to try something new.  For a change of pace, I wanted to try lifting his curl bar.  I was used to my smaller weights, but I was avoiding his equipment.  I was worried his heavier bar with additional weights might be too much for me.  He came down, changed up the weights a bit, and gave me a quick lesson on how to get the most from this strange looking piece of equipment.  As he stood behind me, showing me the proper form, I couldn't help but think that this is by far the most romantic thing we do together.  Think about it.  Working out, you don't look your best. You sweat (well, I glow...he sweats).  You aren't showered and made up pretty.  Its all about getting physical.  Maybe there is a hint of primal sensuality, but really its more about getting in shape and working towards than ultimate goal...whatever it may be.  It may be as simple as living a longer, healthier life...growing old together...and "curling" up with the one you love for as long as you both may live. 

  After my lesson, he went up to shower, get ready for work, while I continued with my workout.  My knee has been acting up today.  Its probably the rainy weather.  Still, I managed my five miles, steadily raising the incline of the treadmill.  It wasn't long before I was sweating (glowing) like a pig.  He came down to check on me before heading out.  Dressed in his nice work clothes, he hopped up behind me on the treadmill...standing on the sides, and leaned over to kiss me.  He didn't want to mess with my rhythmic pace.  "I love you. See you tonight."  I smiled back.  " Love you too.  Have a great day."  As I continued my workout, my mind wandered, reminiscing about days long ago.    

   My husband and I have come a long way.  Both of us retired Army officers, we have always been very active people.  During our time together, he has commanded both a Battalion and Brigade.  I have commanded a company.  But over the years, I have struggled to maintain my fitness level.  I was plagued early on with undiagnosed knee issues that eventually turned out to be...not all in my head, contrary to what many believed.  It took nearly twenty years before I found a doctor who discovered what was actually wrong with my knees.  By then, it was too late.  While I was pushing myself trying to hide the pain, popping Motrin like big, hard to swallow, M and M's, I inadvertently caused damage to my back and neck.  

   Though my body will never completely recover from the damage I did during my career, I learned a valuable lesson in those years.  I learned to pay attention, to listen to my body.  And I now know what I am personally capable of.  I know when to push and when not to push.  I have found that one never stops learning about health and fitness.  We learn, we grow (or shrink), and we change.  And because of this, I am a healthier, more fit woman than I ever was...as a soldier.  Believe me when I say...it is never too late.  You are never too old or too broken...to begin again...and to be a healthier you.  

Colonel's Division volleyball team Summer 1996   

          

Fort Bragg, Signal 10K on/about 1998 (and approx 20 lbs heavier than now) 

You Are Unique. You Need A Unique Program - I call mine "Can, Will, Did"

   Last night, while I was watching "The Biggest Loser", I decided to do a few push ups.  I did them during commercials so as not to interfere with the show.  In the end, I had done a total of seventy push ups in just the first hour.  And I wasn't even sore.  

   The contestants are down to their last remaining work outs before the finale.  A loyal viewer, who has watched them from the beginning, I find myself feeling proud of each of their individual accomplishments.  Now that the trainers are done, the contestants go home to train.  

   At home, we are all in the same boat when it comes to health and fitness.  If we don't do the work, if we don't make good choices, we cheat ourselves and there is that chance...we fail to accomplishment our goals.  Each of us is unique, and each of us needs a unique program.  Be it work, family, health concerns, or just plain laziness, we all face personal challenges we must overcome to "Be All We Can Be."  

   So, what do I do to maintain my focus when it comes to health and fitness?  I make a list with three distinct areas.  What can I do?  What will I do?  What did I do?  

   First of all, what can I do basically means what am I capable of?  Do I have physical issues that make it difficult or even impossible to do certain things?  What does my work schedule allow?  When is family time?  What are the goals I am aiming at within my own personal limits?  Do I want to be a better wife, mom, and daughter?  Do I want to lose weight, firm my body, tighten and tone?  Do I have food allergies?  I knew I couldn't run anymore.  My knees were shot.  I couldn't even do a deep knee bend.  And I kept re-injuring my back.  I had chronic migraines and what seemed like endless other physical issues.  I wanted to feel better.  I wanted to stop spending so much time at the doctor's office.  I wanted to stop feeling sick and tired all the time.  I wanted my pain to lessen.  I wanted to get off the prescription medications that made me feel loopy.  I wanted to be the woman I knew I could be...stronger, more powerful, confident.  I wanted to lead a richer, fuller life.  I wanted to be the woman my husband fell in love with, but better.  I wanted to be the leader I once was.  I wanted to be a positive role model.  I wanted to inspire others.  

   Second, what will I do?  What am I willing to do to make this happen?  What is my personal commitment to success?  Will I try to eat better, healthier?  Will I try new recipes?  Will I choose wiser when eating out?  Will I push myself, give it my all when it comes to exercise?  I will walk 1000 miles or more this year.  I will increase my exercise routine when it becomes too easy.  I will share.  I will eat smarter.  I will drink more water.  I will not make excuses.  I will tighten and tone.  I will take vitamins.  I will be the weight I was meant to be regardless of my age.  I will be a better wife, a better mom, a better friend, a better daughter.  I will not be antisocial (I have anxiety issues).  I will not try to control everything (again... issues).  I will not sweat the small stuff.  I will smile more, laugh more.  I will breathe (okay, maybe that's a given).  I will be fit and fearless.  I will use the money I save on food to give back to charity, to those less fortunate.      

   And lastly, what did I do?  What are my accomplishments?  With this, I can look back and be proud or I can do what I must to improve, do better...So far, I have walked 521 miles this year.  I am over halfway to my goal.  When it got too easy, I upped my worked to include new routines (push ups, butt lifts, kettle bells).  I walk faster.  I set the incline higher.  I sweat (sorry...I glow).  I glow a lot.  I glow all over the place.  Okay, lets face it.  I sweat.  What's wrong with that?  I have tried new recipes.  I've learned to enjoy new foods like Greek Yogurt, hummus, avocado, mango, etc.  I eat more fruits and vegetables.  I have backed off on foods that don't make me feel good (like beef and pork).  I take my vitamins religiously.  I've researched new ways of becoming fit, learned more about my overall health.  I spend more time with family and friends.  I have begun writing letters back and forth with my mom (she doesn't like to talk on the phone, and she isn't really computer savvy).  As of this morning, I feel great and well, I weigh less than I weighed when I graduated basic training.  I can celebrate.  I am fit and fabulous at 47.      

My Friend, Chuck Norris

The autograph

    I had the strangest dream last night.  Chuck Norris was standing there not five feet away from me wearing a "Billy Jack" hat, like the one from the 1971 movie version.  Hey, come on...I said it was a strange dream.  He was smiling, so I walked towards him.  That's when he leaned over, gave me a big hug, and told me he was proud of me and all I'm doing with the blog, reaching out hoping to inspire others to eat healthier and exercise more.  I was literally overcome with emotion.  My heart started beating so rapidly, it woke me from a sound sleep.  Nearly in tears, I sat there for a minute, having absolutely no idea where I was.  Ever feel like that?  Though it was obviously just a dream, it gave me a warm fuzzy kind of feeling, like I was on track with the whole fitness thing.  Even if it was all in my mind, it didn't matter.  I now had the Chuck Norris Seal of Approval.  

   Back in the 1970's, when I was close in age to what our youngest is now, I saw him for the first time.  My father would take us to the Scout Shows at Norfolk Scope every year.  Scouting was a family event, even though I was the only girl in a family where Mom, Dad, and my brothers were all scouts (or leaders).  Let's face it, I came along because I was told I had to.  Troop 209 was actively involved.  Me?  I had no mission, no purpose there.  I wondered around looking for well...anything to kill the boredom.  In those days, Chuck Norris would be up on the stage, an exhibition to promote fitness and his line of martial arts studios.  His folks would hand out sign up sheets giving away a free lesson and hoping to gain new students.  I remember walking by the stage that first time.  I looked up and could not look away.  He and his students seemed to fly through the air pretending to battle each other.  Chuck was their leader.  He was not only handsome, but he moved like no man I had ever seen.  I didn't know anyone who knew martial arts.  At the time, I hadn't even seen it in a movie or on television.  I was enthralled.  Let me tell you, I signed up for that free class every year from then on.  Every year, they called our house (I think they called everyone who signed up).  And every year, my father said no.  We could never afford martial arts classes.  You know, I think it broke my heart whenever he said it.  I just knew I could do it, be strong and powerful like those other students.  I was small, but I just needed someone to believe I could do it...someone other than me, of course.    

  Not long after, my eldest brother was working for the Norfolk Yellow cab company as a mechanic.  I don't know how he did it.  Somebody knew somebody else, I guess...but he managed to get tickets for an exhibition at Chuck Norris' local studio.  He asked if I wanted to come along.  It was amazing, the absolute coolest thing I had ever experienced.  And the best part...after the exhibition, I got to meet him face to face...Chuck Norris himself.  As I walked up to the table to get my autograph, he looked up.  He smiled and I swear he winked at me.  Now, maybe he had something in his eye, but my teenage heart melted and I probably blushed.  He asked for my name, then wrote, "Terry, Your friend, Chuck Norris".  I remember he even spelled my name right..with a "Y" and not an "I".  Even that little thing meant something so special to me.  

   I went back to my life after that, and joined the Army following high school.  In Germany, I saw a magazine that seemed to be all about him.  I bought it, and first chance I got, I found a fan address where I could send it to him.  I just thought he'd like it.  I have no idea if he ever received it.  It didn't really matter, I guess.  Its the thought that counts.  He was a big star by then, making movies, writing books, doing what famous people do.  He went on to make a very popular television show.  I followed his career, read one of his books, and watched all his movies.  I never thought of myself as a fan though.  I enjoyed his work, but I saw myself as more of an admirer than a fan.  He was the teacher, the Master, and I had once wished to be a student of martial arts.  

   Years later, I married a wonderful man and we had a son of our own.  When my husband deployed to Iraq, I signed our youngest up for karate classes through a parks and recreation program.  He was a month shy of age six at the time.  He studied with Sensei Matt.  Matt became like a surrogate father figure in his dad's absence, a huge help to his active duty mom.  He studied Isshin Shorin Ru Karate (I probably spelled that wrong).  Every quarter, he had a tournament.  There were trophies and medals, but best of all, there was discipline and focus.  

   When we left Arizona, he changed to Tai Kwon Do.  There, with Master Jett, he earned his black belt.  He was nine.  I believe that five years of martial arts training provided him with skills that put him on the right track for the rest of his life.  I am glad we were fortunate enough not to have to say no.   

    He is in his final year of middle school now.  Its funny, but with the internet, posters, and T-shirts, Chuck Norris is still huge with the kids.  Just this morning, we were discussing Chuck Norris "facts".  He tells me, "Mom, Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door."  We laughed and I reminisced about those days long ago when I met the seemingly immortal man himself.  

   I know times change and people grow.  Nowadays, I can turn on the television and find him still promoting health and fitness, selling his "Total Gym".  He is still in great shape and I swear that man never ages.  

I told my husband about the strange dream.  He said my subconscious was telling me I am proud of my accomplishments over the last year.  I don't know.  I think maybe...I have finally found the secret of "Terry's" inner strength.  Thank you Chuck...my friend.  I'm sorry I never got to take your classes.  Please know that regardless of this, over the past 35 years, you have always been there...an inspiration to me.