Monthly Archives: February 2020

The Journey Towards 65!

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In one of my early posts of 2015, I featured the above scale as a grim reminder of how much weight I had been steadily gaining in the last few years. It is 5 years later…I have lost 15 pounds since then but I am still not at a weight I feel happy with.

What is going on? I ask myself that every Friday as I get on the scale. The last two years have essentially shown very (truly very) modest changes in the scale in either direction. In other words, I have become a master at maintaining. Maybe I need to accept that this is as much as I am willing to do  right now.

My knees feel good (thank you Glucosamine?), I have no aches and pains anywhere, I take no medication and I will turn 65 (God willing) in September. Tomorrow is March 1st. We are in Lent. I practice a smorgasbord Catholicism that allows me to eat meat on Fridays, except that I do observe Good Friday and won’t eat meat then. I have decided (maybe?) to abstain from alcohol for the remainder of the Lenten season (I’ve been imbibing since Ash Wednesday!) and perhaps that will allow me to see a modest to large weight loss.

I joined WW more than 2 years ago when I saw pictures of myself at my son’s wedding. I couldn’t believe it was me. In 2014, I had quit the on-line WW because I was paying but not following. I gained weight but was never hungry! I thought I could accept myself.

It is boring, isn’t it? Reading the blog of a person who really hasn’t come to terms with what she wants for her body. I love dieting, that’s the truth. If I plan ahead, I am able to do it. To my great disadvantage is my husband who has gained weight along with me, loves food, and finds me attractive (or so he says) at any weight. These are not motivators to losing weight. I don’t really enjoy cooking, choosing to do just about anything else if I can help it. Again to my great disadvantage, my husband does not mind cooking and is a very good cook. He plates the food beautifully and I don’t want to hurt his feelings by not consuming everything he puts on my plate. Oh poor me!

As I said before, tomorrow is March 1st. Time for a new beginning but that does not mean that today has to be a complete disaster. So far, I have eaten a hard boiled egg, fruit, coffee for breakfast. Ceviche with crackers for my lunch, a healthy dose of water and a handful of chocolate chips. The day is going well. There is no wine or rum for me at home and I am planning a nice fish dinner.

Here’s to motivation and perseverance!

 

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Social Media Is Getting Old!

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In the wake of how nasty our world has become, I have decided to put a time limit of 30 minutes per day for catching up on my Instagram and Twitter feeds. Naturally, almost every day the five minute left reminder comes up and I comply and do something else until the next day. I find that 30 minutes is enough to get a gist of what is trending on a day, jot down a few notes and then go into my browser to get a fill of whatever that day’s topics are. It works for me and keeps me from wasting precious time that I would rather use for reading, writing or generally living my life.

It is depressing to read about how our day to day existence has come to rely on social media. All those “influencers” do not convince me for one second that their lives are better or more fulfilled than my own. I rather pity them and their constant need to rack up followers and the stress it must be for those influencers to have to come up with daily doses of interesting posts or pictures to comply with the hiring policies of their employers. I wouldn’t give up my freedom for anything in the world. Then again, I have already lived many more years than these young influencers.

It occurred to me yesterday, as I beheld a small infant who is not related to me, that I am living my last decades. As hard as it is to accept that, it has also been strangely motivating and liberating. I am motivated to live my best life and liberated by knowing that I have much control over how I want to live that life. Do I want to continue to volunteer precious free time to causes that will take decades to show improvement? No, I think those days are over for me, and I don’t feel a bit bad about it. I suppose that is the great thing about getting older. It is not that I don’t care, it is that I don’t care enough to continue to spend my time doing work that will be benefitting people whose needs I might never know. Selfish? Well, personally, it is about time I became a little selfish.

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How Many Chow Chow’s Do I Really Need To Follow on Social Media?

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The outcries on opinions from some of our media icons (think Oprah’s nod to American Dirt) has actually prompted me to unfollow the handful of celebrities whose Instagram and Twitter feeds I enjoy(ed). Martha Stewart was one of my favorites back in the 1990’s when I became a happy stay-at-home mom.  I was eager to make my home welcoming; my food tasty; and my creations unique. I enjoyed every one of her tips and even her stint in prison didn’t change the fact that the woman had a good product. In recent weeks, I have noticed that her posts are no longer making me happy. I think it’s great that she finds passion in everything she does, but honestly, how many times can I see her dogs, her turkeys, her many homes and other possessions before I begin to think there is something wrong with me for (1) not having them and (2) not really caring? I unfollowed her too, something I have been thinking of doing for weeks. Does she care? Probably as much as my next door neighbor who has never heard of her or me!

My point? I think I need to get back to the life that is mine. I say I am a writer. If two or three hours of my day are consumed by my social platform viewing, I think my manuscript will never come to pass.

Am I off social media forever? No, I still follow relevant things but I am now curtailing my time with the phone screen and changing it for the computer and my book. I am working on 2020 being the year I lose those 20 pounds and finish writing, editing and publishing that book. Who’s with me? There is so much negativity in social media anyway, who needs that?

 

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