I have bad posture. Not sure the exact reasons why but I've boiled it down to two....
Reason #1. I am a 5 feet 11 inch tall amazon woman. As a kid, I towered over everyone, even the boys. I thought that slouching somehow would make me appear shorter but instead it just made me look doofier. Is doofy a word because I want it to be, but it's being underlined in red?
Anyway.....
Reason #2. I have larger breasts that, after child birth, hang lower than they naturally should. I have to wear bras that hold them up and hurt my shoulders. In fact, my shoulders have canyon size divots in them from years of old lady bra abuse. Holding my shoulders back means lifting those puppies up and that's challenging at times!
Now that I am an adult, I am no longer ashamed of my height, but years of slouching has taken its toll on my body. Good posture is extremely difficult for me to maintain, no matter how hard I try.
"Chin up, Chest Out....Shoulders back..."
Lasts about 5 minutes before I am back in doof-land.
So I'm watching "Biggest Loser" the other night and one of the trainers was talking about desk jobs.
I have a desk job.
He said that people with desk jobs especially have to make time to move and work on their bodies. He said desk jobs where you sit in front of computer all day (That's ME!) are the worst for your posture!
UH-OH!!!
He said there is hope for us desk job doofers though....
His advice:
Keep a resistance band at your desk...
AND
Sit on an exercise ball!
He said that sitting on an exercise ball immediately engages your abs and makes you sit up straight.
YEEEEEE- HAAAAAAAA! That sounds fun! And I actually have one of those! I am sold! So I asked my husband to blow up the ball for me and I took it to work the next day and I sat on it. Yes I did. I am not lying.
Mr. Trainer Boy was right. It does engage your abs and it does make you sit up straight. But what he didn't say is that sitting on the ball would trigger our inner child and our natural born instinct to BOUNCE!!!!!
And bounce I did. All day long.....
Bounced until the words on my computer screen were blurring and making me dizzy...
Bounced until my bra became a sling shot...
Bounced until I forgot I was bouncing...
Bounced while speaking to my boss who said and I quote...
"What the hell are you doing?"
He couldn't see the bouncy ball I was sitting on from where he was so I showed him and gave him a look like "Hello? Haven't you ever seen anyone sitting on one of these before?"
Boing, boing, boing..... "Better Posture" I say....boing, boing, boing
He wasn't surprised because I've done dorkier things....so he rolled his eyes and walked away unamused.
Ultimately, the exercise ball defeated it's purpose for me. I sat on it with the intention of correcting my posture problems. But instead, I bounced my saggy breasts right out of their holding cups and blackened my eyes! Ha! I am just kidding.
But seriously, I cannot sit on that thing and not bounce. It's impossible. Go ahead, try it if you want....
So for now, I've given up the exercise ball as an office chair....
I'll keep practicing good posture though....
"Chin up, Chest out, Shoulders back"
In the meantime I'm checking Webster's Dictionary to see if doofy is a word.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
"I'm A Bee"
I found a new favorite running song.
And I cannot believe I am about to admit this!
I went to a Black Eyed Peas concert recently because I fell in love with their song "Tonight's gonna be a good night." I was pretty unfamiliar with their other music so before the concert I downloaded a few of their songs to my i-pod, not knowing that I was about to embark on a tune that would provide a massive pep in my step!
When I first heard my new favorite running song on the radio, I did not know it was sung by the Black Eyed Peas and quite honestly I hated it. It annoyed me and made me feel anxious.
I thought "Geez, they can actually make money off of lyrics like this? Lyrics that involve a buzzing insect talking about itself?"
I thought it was a theme song for some animated kids movie!
"I'm a bee, I'm a bee, I'm a....I'm a....I'm a bee..."
Yep, those are the words I heard. Thought the song was about a bee....
Until the concert.
Boy did I feel stupid when they started singing this song.
It's not "I'm a bee."
It's "Imma be!"
Like, "I'm Gonna be!"
OK, I guess I don't have to explain that to you. You probably already knew that.
Anyways...
Saturday morning I went to my local walking trail to hit the pavement for a good 4 miles. I went by myself, just me and my ipod. I walked the first 1/2 mile, jogged a solid 2, walked another 1/2 mile and then jogged the last mile; the last super challenging, painful, breathless, miserable mile..
that is...
until...
these words took over my brain...
"Imma be takin them pics, lookin' all fly and shit
Imma be the flyest chick, so fly
Imma be spreadin' my wings
Imma be doin' my thang, do it, do it, okay"
Suddenly I become re-motivated! I miraculously caught my breath. My sneakers miraculously turned into bouncy clouds of heaven and I suddenly felt like Forrest Gump in that scene when his leg braces burst off his fast little legs! I pushed myself hard and finished the last stretch of the last mile with a bang.
As I drove home from the trail feeling really energized, it dawned on me that I must have burned like a million calories! So I amused myself (I do that a lot) and started to sing to my own little tune...
"Imma be, Imma be, Imma Imma Imma be.....
Imma be, Imma be....goin' to lunch at Applebee's."
(Ok, I guess you had to be there.)
And I cannot believe I am about to admit this!
I went to a Black Eyed Peas concert recently because I fell in love with their song "Tonight's gonna be a good night." I was pretty unfamiliar with their other music so before the concert I downloaded a few of their songs to my i-pod, not knowing that I was about to embark on a tune that would provide a massive pep in my step!
When I first heard my new favorite running song on the radio, I did not know it was sung by the Black Eyed Peas and quite honestly I hated it. It annoyed me and made me feel anxious.
I thought "Geez, they can actually make money off of lyrics like this? Lyrics that involve a buzzing insect talking about itself?"
I thought it was a theme song for some animated kids movie!
"I'm a bee, I'm a bee, I'm a....I'm a....I'm a bee..."
Yep, those are the words I heard. Thought the song was about a bee....
Until the concert.
Boy did I feel stupid when they started singing this song.
It's not "I'm a bee."
It's "Imma be!"
Like, "I'm Gonna be!"
OK, I guess I don't have to explain that to you. You probably already knew that.
Anyways...
Saturday morning I went to my local walking trail to hit the pavement for a good 4 miles. I went by myself, just me and my ipod. I walked the first 1/2 mile, jogged a solid 2, walked another 1/2 mile and then jogged the last mile; the last super challenging, painful, breathless, miserable mile..
that is...
until...
these words took over my brain...
"Imma be takin them pics, lookin' all fly and shit
Imma be the flyest chick, so fly
Imma be spreadin' my wings
Imma be doin' my thang, do it, do it, okay"
Suddenly I become re-motivated! I miraculously caught my breath. My sneakers miraculously turned into bouncy clouds of heaven and I suddenly felt like Forrest Gump in that scene when his leg braces burst off his fast little legs! I pushed myself hard and finished the last stretch of the last mile with a bang.
As I drove home from the trail feeling really energized, it dawned on me that I must have burned like a million calories! So I amused myself (I do that a lot) and started to sing to my own little tune...
"Imma be, Imma be, Imma Imma Imma be.....
Imma be, Imma be....goin' to lunch at Applebee's."
(Ok, I guess you had to be there.)
Friday, March 19, 2010
My Spring Baby
I love this time of year. When the snow melts away and little buds of bloom start to appear as new life begins. The first day of spring is very special for me because it is the day I gave birth to my "little bud" 11 years ago.
My hope for my son is that as he evolves and celebrates many more birthdays, may he always be able to hear the whisper of spring in his ear. May it remind him of closed chapters with new beginnings; may the evidence of new life all around him help him to believe in miracles; and may the freshness of the spring air always remind him to take a break and just breathe.
Happy Birthday Baby Boy!
My hope for my son is that as he evolves and celebrates many more birthdays, may he always be able to hear the whisper of spring in his ear. May it remind him of closed chapters with new beginnings; may the evidence of new life all around him help him to believe in miracles; and may the freshness of the spring air always remind him to take a break and just breathe.
Happy Birthday Baby Boy!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
My Husband Doesn't Jog
Ran 2 point 2 miles this morning.
Well, I shouldn't use the word "ran" because I jog...and not fast either.
I've been jogging on and off for about 7 years now and have always been a 2 - 2 and a half mile girl. Sometimes on weekends I push it to 3, but anything beyond that, I get bored with trying to convince myself that running is fun. I like to run because it burns calories and fast. It makes me sweat and sweating makes me visualize the pounds of fat just melting away! Jogging has never come easy to me though, no matter how much I do it. I lose my breath within the first few minutes and I feel the pressure of double my body weight hitting the pavement with every step. I don't have athletic legs and the jiggle sensation in my backside within the first half mile reminds me that I've got some junk in the trunk! But somehow (mind over matter) my body begins to go a little numb, my breathing eases and with the support of motivating music playing loudly in my ears, I am able to push through my two point two!
I am proud of being able to jog two miles. One would think I'd completed a 26 mile marathon the way I pat my own back after a run. I just love the way it makes me feel! It puts me in a better mood and just simply creates a higher quality day.
My husband doesn't jog. He is fit because he is a dedicated construction worker and not a couch potato. Currently, he's a smoker with plans to give it up since he's got a quitter wife.
The time changed this week.
It's dark when I wake up. Pitch black with stars in fact.
I got a little freaked out my first time hitting the pavement since turning the clocks forward. I live in a good neighborhood. I’ve never been afraid to take a jog by myself with music blaring in my ears. I’ve never been afraid of saying good morning to strangers either. But suddenly, I’m old and afraid of the dark. I jogged with only one earphone in so I could hear any crazies approaching me from behind. I jogged faster than usual so I could get home and feel safe. I told my husband that I was afraid of the dark. He laughed a little but then said he’d come with me until the sun started to rise earlier.
I have the best husband on Earth.
So I tease,
“You sure you can keep up with me smoker boy?”
“I don’t know, we’ll see.” He replies. “I don’t have anything to wear. I need some sweats.”
So I found him some old boy sweats I had in my closet that would fit him…sort of.
“I don’t have good sneakers,” he says.
“Why don’t you just take your bike and ride while I jog? You’ve never jogged 2 miles anyways. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
I laugh.
He’s not amused.
We wake up this morning at 5:30. I say “Are you ready?”
“Yep!” He leaps out of bed like he’s about to go on a tropical vacation, not a jog.
OK, so we’re jogging. He’s keeping up with my fairly slow pace.
He’s talking.
I can’t even breathe.
How the hell can he be talking??!?!?!??!
Now he’s singing. Mother f’er. Excuse my language, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t think it.
He’s humming to “Eye of the Tiger” like he’s F’ing Rocky Balboa!
I’m still just trying to breathe.
He’s running backwards now, looking at me. Still humming....
My husband doesn’t jog, did I mention that?
“OK, please don’t show off.” I say.
He laughs and continues the remainder of the 2 miles with me... at my fairly slow pace. He makes it the whole way without taking a break to walk. I'm very impressed because in all honesty, I really didn't think he could do it! I’m proud of him; although maybe a tad jealous that it appears to come so easy to some people, like my husband. So after I say “Nice job honey!” and slap him a high five, I ask,
“Was it really THAT easy for you? Because you certainly made it look that way.”
He admitted that it wasn’t. He said his lungs hurt and that he looks forward to jogging with me again after he gives up the smokes. He said he just kept saying to himself,
“I can do this…..I can’t let my lady beat me.”
So I felt better at least knowing that he wasn’t a natural born athlete, but rather just a competitive alpha male that didn’t want to be outdone by his wife!
Like I said in the beginning, jogging has never come easy to me. Quite the contrary; it’s hard for me; really, really hard! But it’s also really worth it. And I am very appreciative of my wonderful husband who is willing to go the distance with me to make me feel happy and safe. I will try my best to not take his kind gestures for granted and to not get jealous of his physical ability.
But you can bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow morning......
I’m jogging alone and bringing mace.
Please note: My husband and I never resort to name calling and I have never literally called him a Mother F’er…. I love him.
THE END
Well, I shouldn't use the word "ran" because I jog...and not fast either.
I've been jogging on and off for about 7 years now and have always been a 2 - 2 and a half mile girl. Sometimes on weekends I push it to 3, but anything beyond that, I get bored with trying to convince myself that running is fun. I like to run because it burns calories and fast. It makes me sweat and sweating makes me visualize the pounds of fat just melting away! Jogging has never come easy to me though, no matter how much I do it. I lose my breath within the first few minutes and I feel the pressure of double my body weight hitting the pavement with every step. I don't have athletic legs and the jiggle sensation in my backside within the first half mile reminds me that I've got some junk in the trunk! But somehow (mind over matter) my body begins to go a little numb, my breathing eases and with the support of motivating music playing loudly in my ears, I am able to push through my two point two!
I am proud of being able to jog two miles. One would think I'd completed a 26 mile marathon the way I pat my own back after a run. I just love the way it makes me feel! It puts me in a better mood and just simply creates a higher quality day.
My husband doesn't jog. He is fit because he is a dedicated construction worker and not a couch potato. Currently, he's a smoker with plans to give it up since he's got a quitter wife.
The time changed this week.
It's dark when I wake up. Pitch black with stars in fact.
I got a little freaked out my first time hitting the pavement since turning the clocks forward. I live in a good neighborhood. I’ve never been afraid to take a jog by myself with music blaring in my ears. I’ve never been afraid of saying good morning to strangers either. But suddenly, I’m old and afraid of the dark. I jogged with only one earphone in so I could hear any crazies approaching me from behind. I jogged faster than usual so I could get home and feel safe. I told my husband that I was afraid of the dark. He laughed a little but then said he’d come with me until the sun started to rise earlier.
I have the best husband on Earth.
So I tease,
“You sure you can keep up with me smoker boy?”
“I don’t know, we’ll see.” He replies. “I don’t have anything to wear. I need some sweats.”
So I found him some old boy sweats I had in my closet that would fit him…sort of.
“I don’t have good sneakers,” he says.
“Why don’t you just take your bike and ride while I jog? You’ve never jogged 2 miles anyways. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
I laugh.
He’s not amused.
We wake up this morning at 5:30. I say “Are you ready?”
“Yep!” He leaps out of bed like he’s about to go on a tropical vacation, not a jog.
OK, so we’re jogging. He’s keeping up with my fairly slow pace.
He’s talking.
I can’t even breathe.
How the hell can he be talking??!?!?!??!
Now he’s singing. Mother f’er. Excuse my language, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t think it.
He’s humming to “Eye of the Tiger” like he’s F’ing Rocky Balboa!
I’m still just trying to breathe.
He’s running backwards now, looking at me. Still humming....
My husband doesn’t jog, did I mention that?
“OK, please don’t show off.” I say.
He laughs and continues the remainder of the 2 miles with me... at my fairly slow pace. He makes it the whole way without taking a break to walk. I'm very impressed because in all honesty, I really didn't think he could do it! I’m proud of him; although maybe a tad jealous that it appears to come so easy to some people, like my husband. So after I say “Nice job honey!” and slap him a high five, I ask,
“Was it really THAT easy for you? Because you certainly made it look that way.”
He admitted that it wasn’t. He said his lungs hurt and that he looks forward to jogging with me again after he gives up the smokes. He said he just kept saying to himself,
“I can do this…..I can’t let my lady beat me.”
So I felt better at least knowing that he wasn’t a natural born athlete, but rather just a competitive alpha male that didn’t want to be outdone by his wife!
Like I said in the beginning, jogging has never come easy to me. Quite the contrary; it’s hard for me; really, really hard! But it’s also really worth it. And I am very appreciative of my wonderful husband who is willing to go the distance with me to make me feel happy and safe. I will try my best to not take his kind gestures for granted and to not get jealous of his physical ability.
But you can bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow morning......
I’m jogging alone and bringing mace.
Please note: My husband and I never resort to name calling and I have never literally called him a Mother F’er…. I love him.
THE END
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
It's Me Passion!
Writing is something I am good at. It is what I love to do. "It's Me Passion" (said like a leprechaun in the spirit of St. Patty's). But as much as I love to express myself through the written word, I don't do it enough. What does one have to do to be a good writer? The answer is simple, WRITE!
Thus, my blog! I started it for one reason and that is to write. I don't have a single theme and there isn't a rhyme or reason; I just want to write about stuff. And I have a little secret....I kind of want people to read it! So,I've been trying to venture out of the safety of my own blog-zone to find me some friends and to observe how other bloggers do it. There are some cool kid bloggers out there; I am impressed!
I've discovered that many blogs have themes. There are faith related blogs, recipe related blogs, and WOW a ton of blogs revolved around raising kids! I'm spiritual, not so much religious, I love to cook and I'm raising a tween son! All notable topics worthy of writing about, sure! But I think I'm too scatter brained to pick just one. I think I want to write about all of it.....plus some! I think I want to write about things that I am thinking about. Yikes, I think I might think too much!
So far, I am glad that I started my own blog. It has spiked my curiosity and my creativity to a new level. I feel a little more disciplined these days and I seem to look at things a little differently too. I look for the humor and the lessons in simple daily life because now, I get to blog about it. And in visiting different blogs, I've felt a connection to other writers who are sharing their life experience. They have provided insight and have been rather inspiring to me as I attempt to nourish me passion.
I am excited to be having this experience as a blogger! My intention is to keep up with it as much as I can and to grow; To stay inspired; To live in the moment; To experience life and to write about it!
Thus, my blog! I started it for one reason and that is to write. I don't have a single theme and there isn't a rhyme or reason; I just want to write about stuff. And I have a little secret....I kind of want people to read it! So,I've been trying to venture out of the safety of my own blog-zone to find me some friends and to observe how other bloggers do it. There are some cool kid bloggers out there; I am impressed!
I've discovered that many blogs have themes. There are faith related blogs, recipe related blogs, and WOW a ton of blogs revolved around raising kids! I'm spiritual, not so much religious, I love to cook and I'm raising a tween son! All notable topics worthy of writing about, sure! But I think I'm too scatter brained to pick just one. I think I want to write about all of it.....plus some! I think I want to write about things that I am thinking about. Yikes, I think I might think too much!
So far, I am glad that I started my own blog. It has spiked my curiosity and my creativity to a new level. I feel a little more disciplined these days and I seem to look at things a little differently too. I look for the humor and the lessons in simple daily life because now, I get to blog about it. And in visiting different blogs, I've felt a connection to other writers who are sharing their life experience. They have provided insight and have been rather inspiring to me as I attempt to nourish me passion.
I am excited to be having this experience as a blogger! My intention is to keep up with it as much as I can and to grow; To stay inspired; To live in the moment; To experience life and to write about it!
Monday, March 15, 2010
It's not a blob!
My husband has had only one request since I've been talking about my new blog. He asked that I not share the "intimate" details of our relationship. I assured him that his "intimate" secrets are safe with me and all 6 of my readers, but that I would respect his wishes and not talk about our sex life.
I am so sorry ladies, but even though I won't be able to disclose what a fantastic lover my husband is, I am able to share a funny little story with you.....
My husband had an appointment with a Gastroenterologist the other day. He came home with this look on his face like he had been violated. I can't tell you the "intimate" details but I am sure you can guess the trauma he had suffered being that he's a manly man and all. So of course I teased him a little until I could tell he was no longer amused. Suddenly he shouts out, "You're not gonna write about this on your BLOB are you?"
Yep, he called it a BLOB.
I am so sorry ladies, but even though I won't be able to disclose what a fantastic lover my husband is, I am able to share a funny little story with you.....
My husband had an appointment with a Gastroenterologist the other day. He came home with this look on his face like he had been violated. I can't tell you the "intimate" details but I am sure you can guess the trauma he had suffered being that he's a manly man and all. So of course I teased him a little until I could tell he was no longer amused. Suddenly he shouts out, "You're not gonna write about this on your BLOB are you?"
Yep, he called it a BLOB.
Friday, March 12, 2010
"My Own Worst Enemy....."
Song relevance for today.....
"MY OWN WORST ENEMY" lyrics by LIT
"Can we forget about the things I said
When I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me, please tell me Why
My car is in the front yard,
And I'm Sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And your gone..........."
I heard this song in the car this morning. Played it really loud and sang the words at the top of my lungs. I've probably heard the song a hundred times already but today I actually heard the words. I couldn't help but giggle as I was reminded of some really silly times with my friends. Surprised? Me too.
OK, so the song is about a guy who comes home drunk and his girlfriend leaves him, probably because she's been through this with him before and is done. He doesn't remember what happened last night, but knows he messed up. After all, he's his own worst enemy. Kind of a sad story to put to such an upbeat tempo! The beat makes me want to jump up and down as I have visions of being a rock star! So where did I find the humor in the lyrics? Once again...a song taking on a new meaning as I listened with my own interpretation...
I thought about me and my friends and the fun celebrations we've had. Things may be calming down some as we get older, but the memories we've created so far are quite amusing to say the least. We've really whooped it up at times, ridding ourselves of any inhibitions and on some occasions, suffering short term memory loss from a little too much Cabernet!
"Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?" I know for a fact that some of us wish we could take back stupid things we said or did. It's always fun when your friends remind you that you blurted out the specific details of what your post-child breasts look like and even worse...that you showed them! Or when you're shown the video of your confident-American-Idol-self beep bobbin and singing every word to "The Love Shack."
"I'm sleeping with my clothes on....." and a half eaten cheeseburger hanging out of my mouth! (This is a personal joke to one of my best friends who will get a good laugh out of it).
Of course there have also been moments of remorse, when it's not so funny because you've said something to someone that you regret or even worse, something rude was said to you.
"I didn't mean to call you that." At happy hour one evening, a friend of mine got called a smurf. And let me tell you, she was not happy about it! Don't ask us where the smurf comment came from or why it wasn't funny, because we really can't remember but I personally think smurfs are cute.
One would think, given the information in my recent blogging history, that the words "I Am My Own Worst Enemy" would have different significance for me. But today, it's simply just the title of a song that stimulated a really good mood and perhaps a few flashbacks......
"MY OWN WORST ENEMY" lyrics by LIT
"Can we forget about the things I said
When I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me, please tell me Why
My car is in the front yard,
And I'm Sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And your gone..........."
I heard this song in the car this morning. Played it really loud and sang the words at the top of my lungs. I've probably heard the song a hundred times already but today I actually heard the words. I couldn't help but giggle as I was reminded of some really silly times with my friends. Surprised? Me too.
OK, so the song is about a guy who comes home drunk and his girlfriend leaves him, probably because she's been through this with him before and is done. He doesn't remember what happened last night, but knows he messed up. After all, he's his own worst enemy. Kind of a sad story to put to such an upbeat tempo! The beat makes me want to jump up and down as I have visions of being a rock star! So where did I find the humor in the lyrics? Once again...a song taking on a new meaning as I listened with my own interpretation...
I thought about me and my friends and the fun celebrations we've had. Things may be calming down some as we get older, but the memories we've created so far are quite amusing to say the least. We've really whooped it up at times, ridding ourselves of any inhibitions and on some occasions, suffering short term memory loss from a little too much Cabernet!
"Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk?" I know for a fact that some of us wish we could take back stupid things we said or did. It's always fun when your friends remind you that you blurted out the specific details of what your post-child breasts look like and even worse...that you showed them! Or when you're shown the video of your confident-American-Idol-self beep bobbin and singing every word to "The Love Shack."
"I'm sleeping with my clothes on....." and a half eaten cheeseburger hanging out of my mouth! (This is a personal joke to one of my best friends who will get a good laugh out of it).
Of course there have also been moments of remorse, when it's not so funny because you've said something to someone that you regret or even worse, something rude was said to you.
"I didn't mean to call you that." At happy hour one evening, a friend of mine got called a smurf. And let me tell you, she was not happy about it! Don't ask us where the smurf comment came from or why it wasn't funny, because we really can't remember but I personally think smurfs are cute.
One would think, given the information in my recent blogging history, that the words "I Am My Own Worst Enemy" would have different significance for me. But today, it's simply just the title of a song that stimulated a really good mood and perhaps a few flashbacks......
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Power in Lyrics....
"I'm at the starting line of the rest of my life, as ready as I've ever been. Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes, the prize is mine to win......"
Lyrics from "Get Ready, Get Set, Don't Go" by Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus.
I know this song is intended to be about a daughter spreading her wings and the difficulty of a father letting go. But the beauty of songs is in our own interpretation of the lyrics they contain. This song moves me every time I hear it. It suddenly becomes MY theme song. I aspire each day to wake up with gratitude, with wonder, with the hunger and the stars in my eyes. When I hear these lyrics, it doesn't matter where I am or what I am doing, my mood changes. I become inspired and feel creative in an instant. My imagination takes me to the starting line of the rest of my life and the road to the finish is paved with curiosity and excitement. Isn't the power of music amazing; how one simple line from a song can invigorate us and provoke such deep feeling? Music is a great gift; a prize within itself. As I continue to take inventory of my life, I am also going to take inventory of my favorite lyrics and somehow link the relevance as I blog it out.
"I'm at the starting line of the rest of my life, as ready as I've ever been, got the hunger and the stars in my eyes, the prize is mine to win...."
Lyrics from "Get Ready, Get Set, Don't Go" by Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus.
I know this song is intended to be about a daughter spreading her wings and the difficulty of a father letting go. But the beauty of songs is in our own interpretation of the lyrics they contain. This song moves me every time I hear it. It suddenly becomes MY theme song. I aspire each day to wake up with gratitude, with wonder, with the hunger and the stars in my eyes. When I hear these lyrics, it doesn't matter where I am or what I am doing, my mood changes. I become inspired and feel creative in an instant. My imagination takes me to the starting line of the rest of my life and the road to the finish is paved with curiosity and excitement. Isn't the power of music amazing; how one simple line from a song can invigorate us and provoke such deep feeling? Music is a great gift; a prize within itself. As I continue to take inventory of my life, I am also going to take inventory of my favorite lyrics and somehow link the relevance as I blog it out.
"I'm at the starting line of the rest of my life, as ready as I've ever been, got the hunger and the stars in my eyes, the prize is mine to win...."
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Redeeming myself from yesterday......
Wow, talk about moody. My previous post obviously reveals a little anger and frustration. After some reflection on my written word, I’ve realized that I internalize stuff too much. I let what other people think get to me and I stew over it and let it rent way too much space in my mind! A better way to deal with opposing views and opinions would be to simply stand up for myself in the moment and assure people that my choices are no reflection on them. A friend of mine said that facing resistance is a good thing. It means change is in the air! Change is always resisted so the fact that I am feeling it means change is taking place for me. I should be celebrating being successful and realize that people resist because of fear. Fear of the unknown. I can calm their fears by revealing my true self through sticking to my goals and accomplishing good things. And I am positive that the changes I am making will only reveal a better me, not a different me.
Maybe some of my frustration comes from questioning my intentions. When others question me, I can’t help but to question myself. But I do have the right to be who I am; whoever that may be. I have the right to make choices. I have the right to change my mind and I even have the right to make mistakes. I also have the right to stand up for myself, something I need to work on a little more. I would truly like the ability to make my intentions clear to myself and to others in a loving manner so that people get it right away and don’t question. Something I will aspire to do.
Maybe some of my frustration comes from questioning my intentions. When others question me, I can’t help but to question myself. But I do have the right to be who I am; whoever that may be. I have the right to make choices. I have the right to change my mind and I even have the right to make mistakes. I also have the right to stand up for myself, something I need to work on a little more. I would truly like the ability to make my intentions clear to myself and to others in a loving manner so that people get it right away and don’t question. Something I will aspire to do.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Facing Resistance
I thought peer pressure was something we were only supposed to experience when we were teenagers. But it has been made very clear to me that my thoughts are wrong about that. What is it about the nature of a human that makes us feel entitled to give our thoughts and opinions about someone else's decisions when we aren’t even asked? I am quite sure I have been guilty of it myself, but in light of recent events, am just as sure that I will make every effort possible in the future to butt out!
I spent entirely too much time in the past couple of weeks defending my lifestyle; which is crazy considering that I am not living an even somewhat “alternative” lifestyle! I’m in the mainstream, basically conforming to what society might consider normal! OK, I can just picture my friends rolling on the floor laughing at that one! I guess I may be exaggerating “normal” because privately, those closest to me know that my free spirit may land parts of me in the “alternative” lifestyle category defined by some. But for the most part, I don’t feel like I am living to such an extreme where I need guidance from the wise ones who think they know which direction I should be headed in. I’m pretty sure that in some instances, I might just know what is best for ME! Two instances in two days in which I had to defend…
Instance number ONE:
I gave up drinking recently. Not permanently, but perhaps indefinitely. I’ve been defining indefinite as being “temporary and until further notice.” But the mainstream doesn’t like that definition. The mainstream wants it defined. They want to know what, when, where, how and why. So here it is….defined:
The WHAT…. When I drink, I drink too much. Hangovers suck and I’m sick of it.Drinking inhibits my ability to make good decisions, to quit smoking and to live a healthier lifestyle.
The WHEN….. I’ve been in party mode for most of my adult life.
The WHERE…Every concert, every house warming, every birthday party, every camping trip, every happy hour, every holiday gathering, every celebration, every vacation, here, there and every freaking’where.
The HOW……Baby steps. Step one, 40 days and 40 nights. Thereafter? The answer will be.....Until further notice.
The WHY…… Both my body and my spirit are telling me to.
And to those who question and resist, it makes me feel disheartened, and so I ask;
The WHAT….We are friends WAY beyond drinking buddies, aren’t we?
The WHERE…Every concert, every house warming, every birthday party, every camping trip, every happy hour, every holiday gathering, every celebration, every vacation, here, there and every freaking’where……….am I wrong?
The WHEN….will there ever be an occasion when I won’t have to explain why there isn’t a beer in my hand?
The HOW….I won’t be dropping out of life and I hope you will be able to see that I am still me.
The WHY…. Peer pressure in my 30’s? Seriously?
Instance number TWO:
I am 99% positive that one child is enough for me. I had my son when I was 25 and he is almost 11 years old. I met the man of my dreams two and a half years ago and we were married this past October. My husband has embraced his instant family with open arms and is a wonderful step father. My son respects my husband and their relationship continues to grow as they learn acceptance of one another. My husband doesn’t have any children of his own and doesn’t have a desperate desire to reproduce. We have discussed having more children and the fact that I am almost certain that I don’t want any more. He supports that and has made it clear to me that it is OK with him. So why is it that people try to convince him that he actually DOES want children of his own? Why is it that people can’t comprehend that two adults in their 30’s who decide to get married might not take the next natural step and reproduce more humans? Why is it that some people will even go as far as to try and convince a child that he DOES want a baby brother or sister even when he clearly states that he does NOT? What is so wrong with being an only child? My son seems to like it and has always stood strong in stating that he actually prefers it.
I absolutely love being a mom, to ONE child. And I don’t think that I am crazy for not wanting any more, but I am going to start going crazy if I have to defend my position on the subject one more time. My family is fine the way it is right now. It is a personal decision to choose to bring another life into this world and there is a 1% chance I may. But we will decide together as a family under the guidance of God, not under the pressure of the masses.
For us as we are right now; me, the hubby, the tween and the shih-tzu….
It’s happily ever after….
The DARE program teaches kids clever things to say when they are being peer pressured and since the necessity has arisen for me at the ripe age of 36, I’ve been practicing one liners that might get people to keep their thoughts and opinions to themselves. Like when I’m asked “Why aren’t you drinking anymore?” I could say something like “It’s against my new religion,” Or maybe when people ask “When are you guys having a baby?” I could lie and say “my husband’s shooting blanks.” It’s sad to say but it might be a lot easier for me to lie rather than try and convince the mainstream that MY truth is worthwhile.
I spent entirely too much time in the past couple of weeks defending my lifestyle; which is crazy considering that I am not living an even somewhat “alternative” lifestyle! I’m in the mainstream, basically conforming to what society might consider normal! OK, I can just picture my friends rolling on the floor laughing at that one! I guess I may be exaggerating “normal” because privately, those closest to me know that my free spirit may land parts of me in the “alternative” lifestyle category defined by some. But for the most part, I don’t feel like I am living to such an extreme where I need guidance from the wise ones who think they know which direction I should be headed in. I’m pretty sure that in some instances, I might just know what is best for ME! Two instances in two days in which I had to defend…
Instance number ONE:
I gave up drinking recently. Not permanently, but perhaps indefinitely. I’ve been defining indefinite as being “temporary and until further notice.” But the mainstream doesn’t like that definition. The mainstream wants it defined. They want to know what, when, where, how and why. So here it is….defined:
The WHAT…. When I drink, I drink too much. Hangovers suck and I’m sick of it.Drinking inhibits my ability to make good decisions, to quit smoking and to live a healthier lifestyle.
The WHEN….. I’ve been in party mode for most of my adult life.
The WHERE…Every concert, every house warming, every birthday party, every camping trip, every happy hour, every holiday gathering, every celebration, every vacation, here, there and every freaking’where.
The HOW……Baby steps. Step one, 40 days and 40 nights. Thereafter? The answer will be.....Until further notice.
The WHY…… Both my body and my spirit are telling me to.
And to those who question and resist, it makes me feel disheartened, and so I ask;
The WHAT….We are friends WAY beyond drinking buddies, aren’t we?
The WHERE…Every concert, every house warming, every birthday party, every camping trip, every happy hour, every holiday gathering, every celebration, every vacation, here, there and every freaking’where……….am I wrong?
The WHEN….will there ever be an occasion when I won’t have to explain why there isn’t a beer in my hand?
The HOW….I won’t be dropping out of life and I hope you will be able to see that I am still me.
The WHY…. Peer pressure in my 30’s? Seriously?
Instance number TWO:
I am 99% positive that one child is enough for me. I had my son when I was 25 and he is almost 11 years old. I met the man of my dreams two and a half years ago and we were married this past October. My husband has embraced his instant family with open arms and is a wonderful step father. My son respects my husband and their relationship continues to grow as they learn acceptance of one another. My husband doesn’t have any children of his own and doesn’t have a desperate desire to reproduce. We have discussed having more children and the fact that I am almost certain that I don’t want any more. He supports that and has made it clear to me that it is OK with him. So why is it that people try to convince him that he actually DOES want children of his own? Why is it that people can’t comprehend that two adults in their 30’s who decide to get married might not take the next natural step and reproduce more humans? Why is it that some people will even go as far as to try and convince a child that he DOES want a baby brother or sister even when he clearly states that he does NOT? What is so wrong with being an only child? My son seems to like it and has always stood strong in stating that he actually prefers it.
I absolutely love being a mom, to ONE child. And I don’t think that I am crazy for not wanting any more, but I am going to start going crazy if I have to defend my position on the subject one more time. My family is fine the way it is right now. It is a personal decision to choose to bring another life into this world and there is a 1% chance I may. But we will decide together as a family under the guidance of God, not under the pressure of the masses.
For us as we are right now; me, the hubby, the tween and the shih-tzu….
It’s happily ever after….
The DARE program teaches kids clever things to say when they are being peer pressured and since the necessity has arisen for me at the ripe age of 36, I’ve been practicing one liners that might get people to keep their thoughts and opinions to themselves. Like when I’m asked “Why aren’t you drinking anymore?” I could say something like “It’s against my new religion,” Or maybe when people ask “When are you guys having a baby?” I could lie and say “my husband’s shooting blanks.” It’s sad to say but it might be a lot easier for me to lie rather than try and convince the mainstream that MY truth is worthwhile.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
"Can't Touch This"
Last night I stepped foot in a dance studio for the first time in my life. I never took ballet or tap lessons as a young girl. I shot BB guns, hung loose on a surfboard and played softball. But I always admired the girls (and boys) who had rhythm and could make their feet move so gracefully without falling on their faces. My lack of coordination and grace prevented me from following any dream of ever becoming a ballerina. I have friends who can dance and I support their talent. But last night I gained a whole new respect for the world of dance and the people that dwell there.
I have a friend who has been dancing all of her life. She currently is a dance instructor at the studio I visited last night. They were offering a hip-hop / break dancing class and my friend, knowing that I like to spice up my exercise routines, asked if I would be interested. So I recruited another friend and we made the one hour commitment to shake our groove 'thang'. Little did I know that it would be one hour of the most intense cardiovascular exertion I have ever experienced! In ONE hour, I perspired more than I would have in five hours of mountain climbing up a 90 degree incline in the Appalachians (not that I’ve ever done that, but you get what I mean)!
The teacher of this class was extremely motivating and talented. He brought us on an adventure through hip hop music history starting with Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” and ending with “Get Low” by Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys. There were a bunch of songs in between like “Ride the White Horse” and “Chicken Noodle Soup.” He played clips of each song while teaching us the respective dance moves. Let me give you a visual...
There are seven of us in the room. All adults; five females, one male and of course the instructor. We are on the second floor of a strip mall. We are in a relatively small room with wood floors, pale yellow walls and a mirror that goes from floor to ceiling covering the wall we are facing. The side wall was a wall of windows. Windows that faced the busy parking lot and a sparkling McDonalds! Windows that gave the world a glimpse of us bustin' a move. At one point we’re dancing to the rhythm of “Chicken Noodle Soup.” Goes a little something like this….
“Chicken noodle soup” Kick to right “Chicken noodle soup” kick to the left, “Chicken Noodle Soup” kick the right “With a soda on the side!” hold your right kick up in the air while pretending to drink a soda with your right hand. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Did I mention that McDonalds was to the right? Gasping for air and wiping sweat from my brow I thought, “screw the soda on the side” and had visions of a Big Mac.
Then it was Hammer time! Remember MC Hammer? Remember his pants? Remember that dance move that put him in a wide ass squat position as he moved back and forth in lobster formation while rolling his shoulders to the beat of “Can’t Touch This”?
Yep, that’s right, we did that. Although my shoulder rolling looked more like some distorted version of a hiccup.
I’m not sure if you’ve ever tried it, but I’m positive you’ve seen it done….THE MOONWALK. Holy Hardness Batman!!!! I tried and tried. My sneakers were sticking to the floor which made the sliding effect I was aiming for quite comical. I took my shoes off thinking my socks would glide over the wood better and maybe it would have worked if my feet didn’t sweat. Sticky, sweaty socks and trying to master the moonwalk; a little baby powder would have been nice. I turned to the side to watch my Moonwalk skills (or lack there of) in the big ol’ unforgiving mirror. I must have been hot because my face is now purple. The instructor kindly reminded me to breathe.
People that dance and make it look easy are amazing. The instructor last night was extremely amazing! I took his card just in case I feel the sudden urge to show off my new skill. We can get together for a dance-off or something.
I love music and I love how the beat makes us want to move our bodies. I love letting loose on the dance floor and I honestly loved taking this class. It was the work out of all work outs and really was enjoyable even though it was unsympathetic to my 36 year old joints (a little sore today). And although I won’t be auditioning for Dancing With the Stars any time soon, I would take another dance class in a heart beat, that is right after I ice this knee.
I have a friend who has been dancing all of her life. She currently is a dance instructor at the studio I visited last night. They were offering a hip-hop / break dancing class and my friend, knowing that I like to spice up my exercise routines, asked if I would be interested. So I recruited another friend and we made the one hour commitment to shake our groove 'thang'. Little did I know that it would be one hour of the most intense cardiovascular exertion I have ever experienced! In ONE hour, I perspired more than I would have in five hours of mountain climbing up a 90 degree incline in the Appalachians (not that I’ve ever done that, but you get what I mean)!
The teacher of this class was extremely motivating and talented. He brought us on an adventure through hip hop music history starting with Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” and ending with “Get Low” by Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys. There were a bunch of songs in between like “Ride the White Horse” and “Chicken Noodle Soup.” He played clips of each song while teaching us the respective dance moves. Let me give you a visual...
There are seven of us in the room. All adults; five females, one male and of course the instructor. We are on the second floor of a strip mall. We are in a relatively small room with wood floors, pale yellow walls and a mirror that goes from floor to ceiling covering the wall we are facing. The side wall was a wall of windows. Windows that faced the busy parking lot and a sparkling McDonalds! Windows that gave the world a glimpse of us bustin' a move. At one point we’re dancing to the rhythm of “Chicken Noodle Soup.” Goes a little something like this….
“Chicken noodle soup” Kick to right “Chicken noodle soup” kick to the left, “Chicken Noodle Soup” kick the right “With a soda on the side!” hold your right kick up in the air while pretending to drink a soda with your right hand. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Did I mention that McDonalds was to the right? Gasping for air and wiping sweat from my brow I thought, “screw the soda on the side” and had visions of a Big Mac.
Then it was Hammer time! Remember MC Hammer? Remember his pants? Remember that dance move that put him in a wide ass squat position as he moved back and forth in lobster formation while rolling his shoulders to the beat of “Can’t Touch This”?
Yep, that’s right, we did that. Although my shoulder rolling looked more like some distorted version of a hiccup.
I’m not sure if you’ve ever tried it, but I’m positive you’ve seen it done….THE MOONWALK. Holy Hardness Batman!!!! I tried and tried. My sneakers were sticking to the floor which made the sliding effect I was aiming for quite comical. I took my shoes off thinking my socks would glide over the wood better and maybe it would have worked if my feet didn’t sweat. Sticky, sweaty socks and trying to master the moonwalk; a little baby powder would have been nice. I turned to the side to watch my Moonwalk skills (or lack there of) in the big ol’ unforgiving mirror. I must have been hot because my face is now purple. The instructor kindly reminded me to breathe.
People that dance and make it look easy are amazing. The instructor last night was extremely amazing! I took his card just in case I feel the sudden urge to show off my new skill. We can get together for a dance-off or something.
I love music and I love how the beat makes us want to move our bodies. I love letting loose on the dance floor and I honestly loved taking this class. It was the work out of all work outs and really was enjoyable even though it was unsympathetic to my 36 year old joints (a little sore today). And although I won’t be auditioning for Dancing With the Stars any time soon, I would take another dance class in a heart beat, that is right after I ice this knee.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Doodling Daisies
My desk calendar tells the story of my life! Without it, I’m not sure how I would keep track! I even go as far as to save previous months and currently I can go back over a year and be able to figure out pretty much what I did on any given day. I’m writing about this today, Sunday, February 28, 2010 because I was noticing how the activity on my calendar has dramatically increased recently and the activity is exciting me!
I know sometimes having too many plans can be overwhelming. Even fun events on the calendar start to seem like just something else on the to-do list; unless you’re someone like me who is trying to change her ways. I am dedicated to living a healthier lifestyle and the writing on my calendar is showing the proof!
My life for the past few days:
Thursday, February 25th at 2:45 pm- MY VERY FIRST MAMMOGRAM.
May not seem like a big deal at first glance, but to me it was! I had been putting it off for almost a year. My last yearly visit at the Gynecologist was shortly after my 35th birthday last year. It was then that I was told it was time for a mammogram. My doctor handed me a piece of paper that was a referral for a radiology office. That piece of paper traveled with the pages of my desk calendar for ten months.
QUICK NOTE: My calendar is one of those with the big pages that lay flat on a desk top. There is room to write on each day. There are note sections and even tons of room to doodle! I’m a doodler. My choice of doodle is daisies. My desk calendar is light green.
So anyway, I would remove the page at the end of each month, see the referral from my gynecologist and put it right back under the current page to put it off until yet the NEXT month! As time went by, as quickly as it does these days, I realized that my 36th birthday was quickly approaching and after hearing a story from a friend about her abnormal mammogram, I decided to make the appointment. I don’t know why I put it off so long. A mammogram didn’t scare me, but in hindsight, maybe I was scared of getting older. Preventive maintenance is a good step toward living a healthier lifestyle, so I went through with it with my head up, my modesty in check and my breasts in a vice!
No results yet, but I am confident that no news means good news.
Friday, February 26th – PAYDAY!!!!
Pretty uneventful, but I’m always excited on payday.
Saturday, February 27th at 7:30 pm – BLACK EYED PEAS CONCERT
The significance of this night is big for me. I stayed sober. Not one ounce of alcohol entered my bloodstream which made not smoking easy for me among the hundreds of smokers I encountered that night. Looking back in history at my concert going days, it wasn’t often that I didn’t have a few drinks to loosen up and REALLY enjoy the show. I can only remember ONE concert in fact that I didn’t drink and it was when I took my son to see Aerosmith. I am a little embarrassed to write those words, but the truth is the truth and I am using it to set me free.
Anyway, the concert was a blast! The Black Eyed Peas put on a great show. Their last song was their big new hit “I got a feelin………..whoooo…hoooooo, that tonight’s gonna be a good night…that tonight’s gonna be a good good night!” (I know your singing it to yourself right now). And it WAS a good night indeed, especially for me because I gained the confidence to know that I don’t need alcohol to have fun. And better yet, I don’t need it to boogie!
Sunday, March 1, 2010 in the early afternoon-MY FIRST ORGANIC PURCHASE
I dragged my husband with me to the Whole Foods Supermarket today. I just wanted to check it out. All this stuff I’ve been hearing about the hormones and antibiotics being injected into the meat we eat is a little scary to me. I watched a program about how they have revolutionized the “manufacturing” of chickens by being able to grow a full size chicken in 30 days instead of the 3 months it should take…or something like that. I don’t know all the exact facts but I think it’s pretty weird when a chicken grows so fast that its little chicken legs can barely keep up with its body weight. Yuck. Long story short, I bought grass fed beef and a chicken that was able to develop without injections in the freedom of a field. I’m not obsessed, but just taking small steps in the right direction that support my very own personal health preferences.
FAST-FORWARD……..
Tuesday, March 2, 2010 –VACATION DAY to go SKIING!!!!!!!
A healthy physical activity I enjoy very much, especially without cigarettes and beer. Going with a friend who has never skied before which always makes for a few good laughs.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010, 6:45-7:45 pm – HIP-HOP / BREAK DANCING CLASS
Yes you read that right. I said break dancing. Ha! A few friends and I are doing this class together. Some of us have a little rhythm and dance talent; some of us do not. Some of us will be wearing our Depends.
YES, It is apparent that I have a lot going on these days! I have made some goals for myself and by simply reflecting on what is written on my calendar in the most recent of days, I feel a sense of success. I realize that not every week will be packed jammed with things to do as the future unfolds, but right now it’s really nice rediscovering ways to enjoy my life while still promoting healthy living. I know the time will come when my calendar introduces an empty day or two. I will embrace those days as well....with some rest and relaxation. If the blank of the page should begin to bore me, I’ll just fill in the space by doodling daisies!
FAST-FORWARD FASTER…….
Saturday, March 20, 2010 - MY SON TYLER’S 11TH BIRTHDAY!
My child is the best gift that has ever been given to me. He is also the driving force behind me trying to live my best life. A healthier Mom is a better Mom.
THIS IS ALSO THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING…
WHEN DAISIES START TO GROW
I know sometimes having too many plans can be overwhelming. Even fun events on the calendar start to seem like just something else on the to-do list; unless you’re someone like me who is trying to change her ways. I am dedicated to living a healthier lifestyle and the writing on my calendar is showing the proof!
My life for the past few days:
Thursday, February 25th at 2:45 pm- MY VERY FIRST MAMMOGRAM.
May not seem like a big deal at first glance, but to me it was! I had been putting it off for almost a year. My last yearly visit at the Gynecologist was shortly after my 35th birthday last year. It was then that I was told it was time for a mammogram. My doctor handed me a piece of paper that was a referral for a radiology office. That piece of paper traveled with the pages of my desk calendar for ten months.
QUICK NOTE: My calendar is one of those with the big pages that lay flat on a desk top. There is room to write on each day. There are note sections and even tons of room to doodle! I’m a doodler. My choice of doodle is daisies. My desk calendar is light green.
So anyway, I would remove the page at the end of each month, see the referral from my gynecologist and put it right back under the current page to put it off until yet the NEXT month! As time went by, as quickly as it does these days, I realized that my 36th birthday was quickly approaching and after hearing a story from a friend about her abnormal mammogram, I decided to make the appointment. I don’t know why I put it off so long. A mammogram didn’t scare me, but in hindsight, maybe I was scared of getting older. Preventive maintenance is a good step toward living a healthier lifestyle, so I went through with it with my head up, my modesty in check and my breasts in a vice!
No results yet, but I am confident that no news means good news.
Friday, February 26th – PAYDAY!!!!
Pretty uneventful, but I’m always excited on payday.
Saturday, February 27th at 7:30 pm – BLACK EYED PEAS CONCERT
The significance of this night is big for me. I stayed sober. Not one ounce of alcohol entered my bloodstream which made not smoking easy for me among the hundreds of smokers I encountered that night. Looking back in history at my concert going days, it wasn’t often that I didn’t have a few drinks to loosen up and REALLY enjoy the show. I can only remember ONE concert in fact that I didn’t drink and it was when I took my son to see Aerosmith. I am a little embarrassed to write those words, but the truth is the truth and I am using it to set me free.
Anyway, the concert was a blast! The Black Eyed Peas put on a great show. Their last song was their big new hit “I got a feelin………..whoooo…hoooooo, that tonight’s gonna be a good night…that tonight’s gonna be a good good night!” (I know your singing it to yourself right now). And it WAS a good night indeed, especially for me because I gained the confidence to know that I don’t need alcohol to have fun. And better yet, I don’t need it to boogie!
Sunday, March 1, 2010 in the early afternoon-MY FIRST ORGANIC PURCHASE
I dragged my husband with me to the Whole Foods Supermarket today. I just wanted to check it out. All this stuff I’ve been hearing about the hormones and antibiotics being injected into the meat we eat is a little scary to me. I watched a program about how they have revolutionized the “manufacturing” of chickens by being able to grow a full size chicken in 30 days instead of the 3 months it should take…or something like that. I don’t know all the exact facts but I think it’s pretty weird when a chicken grows so fast that its little chicken legs can barely keep up with its body weight. Yuck. Long story short, I bought grass fed beef and a chicken that was able to develop without injections in the freedom of a field. I’m not obsessed, but just taking small steps in the right direction that support my very own personal health preferences.
FAST-FORWARD……..
Tuesday, March 2, 2010 –VACATION DAY to go SKIING!!!!!!!
A healthy physical activity I enjoy very much, especially without cigarettes and beer. Going with a friend who has never skied before which always makes for a few good laughs.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010, 6:45-7:45 pm – HIP-HOP / BREAK DANCING CLASS
Yes you read that right. I said break dancing. Ha! A few friends and I are doing this class together. Some of us have a little rhythm and dance talent; some of us do not. Some of us will be wearing our Depends.
YES, It is apparent that I have a lot going on these days! I have made some goals for myself and by simply reflecting on what is written on my calendar in the most recent of days, I feel a sense of success. I realize that not every week will be packed jammed with things to do as the future unfolds, but right now it’s really nice rediscovering ways to enjoy my life while still promoting healthy living. I know the time will come when my calendar introduces an empty day or two. I will embrace those days as well....with some rest and relaxation. If the blank of the page should begin to bore me, I’ll just fill in the space by doodling daisies!
FAST-FORWARD FASTER…….
Saturday, March 20, 2010 - MY SON TYLER’S 11TH BIRTHDAY!
My child is the best gift that has ever been given to me. He is also the driving force behind me trying to live my best life. A healthier Mom is a better Mom.
THIS IS ALSO THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING…
WHEN DAISIES START TO GROW
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