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I see a lot of people posting around on the internet things they are grateful for every day for the month of November. I applaud them and think that anytime you can be grateful is a good time to be grateful.

But I do kind of wonder why we have to wait until November to get that going.

Although I am as guilty as anyone of falling behind on keeping a gratitude journal, I don’t like to limit it to just this month or time of year.

So here is mine:

Gratitude Day 319:
today I am grateful for the strength in my body,
that in spite of whatever I have done or not done to my body it is healthy.
for the many opportunities I am afforded in this life
that I really want for very little and certainly nothing in the way of necessities.
for love and kindness. It really does make the world go round.

Self Portrait Saturday: 2 months!

it’s true
I do
have a cold
(already getting old)
I won’t complain much. Instead,
I’ll be grateful- so far it’s all in my head.

~*~

 

 

 

I’m up to an hour on the elliptical. On Tuesday I did 75 minutes and got up to 5.65 miles. Yay me! 🙂

 

Self portrait Saturday: one month done

So, I’ve been going to the gym every day that my son has school. That makes four weeks so far. 🙂

If we were relying on weight as an indicator, we’d be sorely disappointed. However, since we can feel and see ourselves deflating and getting stronger we are not disappointed at all.

(Don’t ask us why we started talking in third person plural. Perhaps we are royalty.)

I had to stop using the treadmill because I have wimpy feet and they really started hurting. So I decided to try the elliptical machine. The first time I tried it I could only do 5 minutes before my thighs started screaming, “Get off! Get off!”

The second time I tried it I managed ten minutes. Then each day I tick it up a tiny bit. This was the first time I did a mile. Wahoo!

And then I managed 2 miles on the evilliptical. It really is evil. But effective and so far doesn’t seem to bother my wussy feet too badly. So that’s good.

I’ll let you in on a secret:

Fat people are strong.

Our muscles are completely accustomed to carrying around a lot of weight. So, if we can maintain that strength as we lose weight, then we will be amazingly strong smaller sized people.  Like most people, and especially women, I have noodle arms. But I was excited to see that my legs are kinda badass. So is my back/core area because I can do the machine where you do a sit up pushing back against a weight behind you and I don’t really even feel it until I get up around 140 pounds. so, yay me!

I also want to say that this would not at all be possible without the support of my headphones. Since I generally don’t want to hear what is playing an the TV.

I’ll finish up here by posting a couple pictures that I took of myself when I was trying to take a close up picture of my eye. That’s harder than it sounds.

 

 

Oh and this….same old, same old. 🙂

Womanly Arts: Pigtail Pals and Operation Beautiful

One of my favorite websites that I follow on facebook Pigtail Pals posted this picture this morning:

Which was a great way to start the day.

Here is an excerpt from Pigtail Pals mission statement on their website:

“I’m not anti-pink. I’m not anti-princess (although I really do not dig the Disney version). I’m not anti-girly. I’M ANTI-LIMITATION. I want my daughter to be bold. I want her to be unafraid to be intelligent. I want her to be respected for her accomplishments. I want her to know that she can be an astronaut, a doctor, a pilot, a carpenter, a firefighter. She will not be raised to think that the world belongs only to boys and that she is merely a pretty thing in it.

I think our girls deserve more. I think they deserve better. I think it is time to redefine girly.

Redefine Girly means that our girls will show the world they aren’t demure princesses or sassy divas or spoiled brats. Our girls will show the world they have great potential. Redefine Girly means we can expect the same things for our daughters, from our daughters, as we do our sons.”

I ♥ Pigtail Pals

But then I read in the comments that she got the photo from Operation Beautiful. I was not familiar with them, but I’m glad I am now!

“The goal of the Operation Beautiful website is to end negative self-talk or “Fat Talk.”  If this little blog only does one productive thing, I hope it helps readers realize how truly toxic negative self-talk is  — it hurts you emotionally, spiritually, and physically.”

So…

Good Morning, Beautiful!

Womanly Wednesday: Willow Smith

I want to be Willow Smith when I grow up.

The other day she was co-hosting with Oprah on her Amazing Kids episode and I have to say that I was pretty impressed with her poise and confidence.

I think that her parents are doing a great job of instilling these qualities in her.

I’ll admit that when her song Whip My Hair came out I didn’t get it at first. I thought the message was good, but the song a little annoying. It has started to grow on me. According to Willow, the song is about doing your own thing.

Willow is really very much on the cutting edge of fashion. And when you’re on the cutting edge of anything, sometimes you fall off. It’s the nature of the beast. Oprah asked her about being sometimes on the Best Dressed List and some times on the Not-So-Best Dressed List. She asked her which one felt better. Willow answered, “It doesn’t make any difference.”

I gotta love a girl who doesn’t give a flying flip about what the media says about her style. Most of us can’t get over what the lady at the grocery store might think.

So, I tip my hat to her (and her Mom and Dad) for her style, her boldness, and her confidence. Someday I hope I’m that girl.

Man Up Monday: Football

My Dear Son,

I know that you love football. I could rail against the violence and cookie cutter gender roles that so obviously are present in this sport and its portrayal in the media. I will not. I will teach you that even within this sport there are many different roles played out. There is a vital role on the team for multiple types of masculinity if we only look.

The more traditional definition of masculinity can be found in the linemen. Big and strong, they give and take the brunt of the physical force bandied about in this battle. You have your daddy’s build, a longer, leaner body type that probably won’t lend itself to the linebacker model. Perhaps you will be a running back. In this role the man is not large and built for blocking. He is more slender. He is fleet of foot. He relies upon his eyes to show him the way through the opposition to reach his goals. With help from his teammates, he is able to use his quick reflexes and agile body to navigate across this minefield to where he can coordinate his feet, hands, eyes, and mind in concert to catch the passes thrown to him.

The linchpin of a football team on the field is the quarterback. Of course, the quarterback needs physical strength and nimble feet in order to fill his role on the team. But the quarterback, more than anything else, must be smart. He needs to be able to see the bigger picture, make quick decisions, and implement those decisions into actions while in the face of adversity in the form of the players on the other team. If it is my choice, I think you will make a great quarterback one day. But none of these players would win this game without the other players.

We also must mention in our roles of masculinity the role of the coach. I hope that we remember the coach as knowledgeable leader who has played the game before and is able to show you how to play, how to maximize your talents, and how you will best be an asset to the team. Do not mistake aging for losing strength. While it is true that the coach might not run as fast as you can, he has the knowledge to see things that you can’t and choose the play that will allow for the best possible outcome.

All of these positions are legitimate, valid pictures of strength. It takes all of them to make it possible to have a good game and win at it. Remember that in many ways football is all about life, but in no way is life all about football.