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Happy & Healthy

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Tonight’s Dinner:

8 oz. broiled salmon w/herbs- 260 calories
1/2 cup brown rice- 150 calories
2/3 cup green beans- 30 calories
440 calories

Tonight’s Dessert:

high protein/low sugar
homemade peanut butter cookies
w/low sugar cocoa sauce-
245 calories (2, 3oz. cookies)

Tonight’s Drink:

16 oz. water on the rocks
0 calories

Most fast food salads have more calories than this homemade meal.

The cost is $3.26 per serving

Apples Are Always In Style!

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We need not run to a speciality store to eat clean. For many of us the answer lies in looking back a generation or two. When I was a kid, my mom’s friend Donna made baked apples every Saturday night for dessert for her husband and four children. About once a month our family was invited over to enjoy them too!

These apples are baked with 2 TBSP vanilla mixed with 1 TBSP of cinnamon drizzled over 4 sliced apples, One hundred calories in this bowl, add a generous dollop of whipped cream, about 150 calories!

Weighing and Measuring

Balance is key to being happy.  Balance of our precious resources.  My list includes but is not limited to; my physical being, time, money, energy, relationships, spirituality and work.  My friend Karl used to say “Make new mistakes.”  I am here to tell you that one of my repeat mistakes is the whole “too many irons in the fire” lifestyle.  The good news is I am recognizing it early in this time and today is day one of correcting it.   It all sounded good last Winter and Spring when planning.

So it is back to basics.  For me it starts with weighing and measuring everything.  As I have mentioned in my previous writings (see Exposing Myself) on this blog, the ability to have comfort in my own skin can still be a challenge.  These are some of the things I do to remain centered and on track.  Practicing these principles allows me to move through my days with relative ease.

1.  Weighing myself at least once a week.

Begin.  I have been very conscious of everything I put in my mouth for the past three or four years it has been daily.  For the past twenty years a general theme, some periods of time better than others.   The lie I begin to tell myself when I do not weigh myself regularly is that I can maintain my weight.   I work out, I eat well, I still need my scale.  For some this is unhealthy, for me it is key.  Most times for most healthy adults if our weight is fluctuating more than 10 pounds in a month, there is an issue.  So trying not to be obsessive but knowing where my body is, is a good practice.  I look at it like this, most people would not continue to write checks out of their checkbook without checking their bank balance.  I know by weighing myself if I can afford to splurge a little or carefully skimp.

2.  Weighing and Measuring My Food.

Eye -balling portions can lead to bigger or smaller portions.  Even if we are skilled.  I have a strong bar/restaurant background and can still confidently pour 8,  10 or  12 ounces into containers of various shapes and sizes knowing where the liquid will land.  I can also grab” a handful” of cereal and if I am in the right frame of mind, can find pretty damn close to a half cup at any given time.  On a bad day that 1/2 cup handful is  3/4 of a cup with chocolate chips thrown in… and it goes from there, you get my drift.  So knowing our liabilities by being honest with what they are before situations arise is key.   So I do regularly weigh and measure my food!

3.  Weighing and Measuring Time

A do- over. Epic fail right now, truly.   I started a new journey with the love of my life Chris, we exchanged forever vows in Hawaii in August!   AND a whole bunch of other stuff.  I have had to choose, prioritize, figure out, squeeze in, wiggle, jiggle, giggle and cry.  When they crying began… I decided to take a look.  If you know me, you realize that I have a tremendous amount of energy, a lot of  heart and a super positive attitude of gratitude…  in a few months it’ll all be okay.   I am fast approaching the final training of a 13 month journey to complete my 200 hour Registered Yoga Teacher Training  Which lands me at  day one week one,  of taking a look at all of it  going back to weighing and measuring my time and energy.    AND BREATHING!!!

I also have a beautiful family they all have different needs.  I am still very family focused!  I have a wealth of friends and colleagues, by the way if you are reading now, I apologise in writing for not being more present.  I love you all.  I know these are “quality problems”  truly I do.  All of this wealth leads to precious little time for myself.  I am cutting out as much TV as I can for sure, other than that, I am thinking.

4.  Weighing and Measuring  My Resources

Back to basics.  When I don’t stick to these, responses become reactions, which usually require more action.  So when I am taking care of managing my resources: food, relationships, time, energy,money and work, I usually respond instead of react.   This means planning meals, eating right, rest, meditation, time with friends and family.   Sometimes it means planning nothing and saying no!  The newer buzz word for this is holistic self-care    I have learned that being proactive in my life, looking at the big picture, keeps me from being reactive later.  Chris says I am one of the most disciplined people he knows. I guess that is the good news.   I think a lot of us struggle with balance, so I realize I am not alone.   This blog is for me today to remind myself to practice what I preach by actively participating in my own care.

5.  Weighing and Measuring MY GOALS:

Changing my life completely in the past three years; residence, business model, relationship status and more, some by choice and some by necessity, has been rewarding.  I can still “make new mistakes” and learn from them.   Learning about my role as my family grows, evolving and finding peace, has been significant.  Negotiating the changes in my body, mind, spirit, and soul have been profound.

Exposing Myself -Boring Stats- Compelling Feelings- Weighty Issues.

Today’s weight, 136 pounds.  I am 5 foot three inches tall with very small bones, a lot of muscle, slender legs and butt , average sized boobs, and a bit of fat on my abs.  At my thinnest, I ‘ve never had a flat stomach or a small waist.  Abs are, in many people’s head, the measure of fitness.  Rock hard, six-pack, ones without surgery, for me a genetic impossibility.  My belly boasts a C-section scar that runs from the bottom of it’s button, vertically to my pubic bone.  I have 16 percent body fat, and my BMI number is 24.  The BMI is  fairly meaningless,  as far as I am concerned, but I am giving my stats here.

I am 52 years old, on July 28.  I look good for my age, but I look my age.   Once I tried to get Botox injections, and although I had a wrinkle-free shiny forehead, I also had a really bad reaction.  Botox gave me a very serious case of dry eye.  So serious that my eyes stung for months and didn’t move much.  I do not look down upon people who choose to do this or any procedure.  This is just not a path I will try again anytime soon.  As far as surgery goes, boob jobs, tummy tucks, lipo, whatever, I have thought about it.  My biggest fear being that I would accidentally die on the table from a procedure .  People would say, “She died from complications of having the fat sucked from her abs!”  Not the legacy I want to leave.   This and tremendous fear of pain stop me.

Luckily, finally, this decade of newly found self-love and acceptance have rooted in my brain and in my heart, so no procedures.   Someday for fun I may have abs spray tanned on me, just to see what they would actually look like.  Now don’t get me wrong I have VERY strong abs!   I am truly fit; just not blessed with the biological predisposition to look “totally cut” !  There are worse fates for a fitness instructor/Yogi.  And my butt is tight!

When I feel insecure, I breathe.  If that doesn’t work, I  change my hair color.  My natural hair is dark brown, currently I am “back to my roots” .  I just came back, about four months ago.  I was blond previous to this for two years.  The other reason I went brunette again, blond is exhausting when one is this dark.  At almost 52,  brown really saves time 30 minutes vs. two hours.   I will never be gray.

Recently a very dear friend of mine who lives out-of-state came to visit.  She made the comment that I was not a “stick figure”.  At the time I was teaching 12 to 15  fitness classes a week,( attended by women two or more decades younger than I who regularly said I worked them really hard) she knew this,  so maybe her expectation was that I would be more “twiggy”.

Maybe MY expectation was that her statement would not even bother me, but it did a little.  What I told her though,  what I truly believe for me is this : When my weight is in the middle of my range, I am the healthiest.  My definition of health is nutritional, mental, physical, emotional and spiritual realms, all in balance.  My weight is an indication of my equilibrium.  I have been there mostly,for twenty years or so.  Except for a tragedy, which caused a weight GAIN and an illness which caused a weight loss.

At my heaviest I tipped the scale at 204 pounds at the end of my second pregnancy ( I went home from the hospital weighing 196 and maintained that effortlessly for a year or so.)  The least I have ever weighed  as an adult,  was at age 20 when I weighed 112 pounds.  Friends cooed and complimented me on my “tiny” figure.  I achieved this weight, hitch hiking and Greyhounding around the country trying to “find myself”.   I looked awful,  dark circles, pale, tired, but even then society rewarded me with applause because I was skinny.

My gene pool is Swiss, German and English mostly.  I am not one of those who knows or cares about all of that.  My mom is short in stature, thicker boned and was voluptuous and beautiful in her day. ( Still is!)  She was always, always, always, on a diet.  So pretty, so young, in a time when Twiggy was all the rage, she experienced young motherhood and body confidence issues.  As a young man my dad was small boned, thinner arms and legs, heavier torso, short-waisted, and handsome.  I am built exactly like my dad.

My love affair with food has been with me since I learned to eat.  Mostly sweets, sadly.  If all health rules were out the window, I would exist on cookies and candies and cakes ( oh my!) unashamed.  Good eating  habits have been hard-fought and won for me.  I was a medium-sized kid, with a bit of fat on her abs, there seems to be a pattern here.

At about twelve years of age, I noticed I was always a bit smaller in the summer months than in the winter months.  These were the months  I swam and rode my bike a lot.   My idea of winter sports was offering hot chocolate to the kids in the neighborhood, while they participated in snowman building or sledding.  If you gave me a hot cup with floaty marshmallows, and an I Love Lucy, or Andy Griffith Show  rerun, I was set.  The cold isn’t my favorite still, but I have learned to embrace it a bit since those days.

I was a cheerleader in high school and truth be told, I tried out so that I could get into the basketball games for free. Funds were tight in my household.   I would have loved to actually play on the girls’ team, but couldn’t do a lay-up to save my butt.  So I cheered for the boys.  I also ran track.  Running has been an off and on lifelong hobby,  lost completely in my twenties. Today, I  can run a 5K in under thirty minutes, when I am not training ,quite a bit under, when I am.   My high school boyfriend broke up with me because I gained 30 pounds my senior year, a combination of late night munchies and “getting my woman body”a term used by my daughters and me.

I work really hard to look this average!  Teaching fitness, I have been ten pounds thinner than this ( last year) and twenty pounds heavier.  I am such an open soul, people have felt compelled to comment on all of my sizes.  Customers and fellow instructors alike.  This is a lot of yammering on about weight and size and activity.  This thought pattern plagues many of us constantly, others of us less.  I am in the less camp now, but have served some serious time in Camp Constantly too.

What I have to say about  this, your life is what you make it.  My comfort zone includes but is not limited to, cooking good food for my family, continuing to nurture my children.   This started at my breast, and then gradually grew into  many other ways as they have developed.  ( I now have a one year old grandson and another grandchild of unknown gender, on the way).  It is important for me to also offer love with words and deed to family, friends, and clients.  To encourage those reading this very blog.  I am a lover and a friend to the wonderful man in my life, Chris, who inspires me to be, well, me.  I am a risk taker, in a good way.  Most times I am open to hear what I need to hear and do what I need to do.

In my profession , I offer education, information and motivation.  My belief is that I also  offer love and strength by listening with compassion and meeting clients where they are.    I had a friend long ago who said “Happiness is a by-product of doing what is right.”  My hope is in this next few months of rebuilding my career, I will do enough of it right.

Blessings, Love, and Namaste’!