Okay I admit it. I’m a sucker for guilt. Someone tries to sell me something, and I find it hard to resist when it’s a friend. Another caveat is if it’s someone who’s talked to me at a food stand, and they give me a free sample. I sometimes feel sorry for them, and buy the product because of guilt.
I guess I would say at this point in my life my guilt shopping is 50-50. If I don’t really want something, nothing will change my mind. Nevertheless, at least 50% of the time I feel compelled to buy from a person for one reason or another. Usually it’s guilt.
When there are bigger problems looming in the world, I ask myself, why should I feel guilty?
Good question. I have a degree of empathy, and a generous bone or two in my body.
Today I tried something new from the local farmers market.
I felt sorry for the Spanish lady who had to listen to me ask about about why there was no mild salsa left.
I wanted to buy tomato salsa, the mild kind, because some salsas can be upsetting and surprisingly hot when the label says medium.
She was all out of the kind I wanted. I walked away in dismay. But I turned around and came back.
Perhaps the people around here don’t like hot spicy things. But I do!
I decided to buy her medium-strong green tomatillo salsa. I found it rather runny as I poured it over my tortilla chips.
I never had tomatillo salsa before. It is green.
I brought it home and I put it on some nachos covered with cheese. I was in heaven. My taste buds were dancing. So somehow, my guilt from talking to her and denying myself a purchase, and then changing my mind to buy the green tomatillo salsa was a success. Yummy yum!
We often struggle with change. Indeed, change is hard. Often we really wish to change for the better. A temporary change can sometimes fix things, for awhile. But, human nature being what it is, we revert to our real selves.
It may make us angry, or sad that we can’t seem to effect lasting change. Obstacles and excuses stand in the way of our success.
For a time we may choose to accept our weakness as just the way we are. But, sooner or later we feel sorry for ourselves and forget about why we should be self-accepting.
We want the gold, we want the best, we want healthy minds and bodies free of disease.
We want a beautiful home, beautiful skin, a beautiful life.
Up and down we go, enslaved and at war with ourselves.
We are looking for help. We are always judging and always aware of our lack.
Perhaps now is the time to view our imperfect selves as a work in progress. Breathe deeply. Breathe easier. Be patient and in good time you will see it through!
There are too many people getting hurt. The fault is usually unintentional. That is why I am a holistic athlete!
What this means is, that in spite of all the hype about pushing your limits, I am injury-free because I know my limits.
This does not mean my flexibility should not be improved. This does not mean I do not need to strength-train.
However, my range of motion is something that needs to be tended, day in and day out, as long as I live.
Connective tissue does not replace itself as quickly as muscle.
Joints need ligaments that are supple, not stiff or tight.
Loosen up people!
A holistic athlete is first and foremost health-conscious.
You’re going to be a lot happier if you take your time, take it easy, take it slow,
if you plan on getting to the athletic goals that you are dreaming to go!
Today I encountered 2 Strange Scenarios.
Both happened while I was out on the streets with my dogs on our daily 1 hour walk.
I was happily walking my two fur kids, whilst listening to The Tim Ferris show. It was the second half of his interview with Mike Rowe.
As the dogs and I walked on, a big Suburban slowed down and a creepy elderly man tried
to chat me up.
“I see you have two dogs for protection,” he uttered.
I looked at him, and then at a guy mowing the front yard across the street.
I felt relieved there was a witness to this strange encounter.
All I did was wave, and say, ” Thanks.”
I made a weird face, and shook my head as if to say, “Leave me alone!”
Figuring I would not take his bait, and that I was not a lonely street-walker, the lonely old man drove away.
Next I got to the top of a hill and stopped to pour water in a plastic dog bowl for my dogs to quench their thirst.
A gal came by. She was twice my size and was walking at a slow pace. As the dogs and I walked slowly behind the heavy-set gal,
I realized I would have to pass her and I was embarrassed to do so.
I wanted to cross the street, but there are no sidewalks on the other side.
So, I mustered up the courage and hustled by her dragging my two meandering pooches.
They don’t like to be rushed either.
I felt glad the gal was at least exercising, albeit slowly.
Today I am pondering my Weight Reduction Plan.
Daily I try to move more, and eat less.
Nevertheless, in spite of all my good intentions it feels like it’s an uphill climb.
Food is so wonderful, and so plentiful here in the USA.
The Internet is so alluring, and sitting on my bum is more convenient than anything.
How do I get back to the size 10 l once was?
I still exercise 30 minutes plus daily: be it walking the dogs or swimming laps, cleaning house or trudging behind a lawn mower.
Yet, it’s food that always arrests my progress.
The needle on the scale repeats the same numbers with minor variations of 3-4 lbs. Like a mini-see-saw up + down, a half a pound..
l am going to continue my quest for a tiny waist and a buff physique, but right now it all seems like a pipe-dream. Wishful thinking.
I keep a daily public record of all I eat on Pinterest.
My little meals
l have Very Real Reasons that motivate
me to want to be fit as a gymnast.
One reason is to have more pep.
The other is to be able to give to others more. More service, more help, and more encouragement.
It’s hard to make others feel good about themselves when you don’t feel so good about yourself.
The most selfish reason l have to show extreme self-denial from the abundance of food and drink temptations is Cosplay.
I can’t wear the sexy cinch-waist Steam Punk
fashions I crave when my gut hangs over my FUPA (Fat Upper Pubic Area!)
So, I have to continue my fitness endeavours.
I need to stretch, strength-train, do cardio and
keep monitoring what I eat.
I have been very good about NOT eating between 8pm-8am.
I have a trip to San Diego Comic Con coming up in the latter part of July.
My ego begs me to look hot, my appetite begs me to eat hearty!
Here is my original song:
To be strong for Comic Con
I have a new Pinterest board to track my eating.
My Little Meals
It’s been noted that eating several small meals a day is better for you than eating huge meals infrequently.
So, I am experimenting with the idea.
Even though I am a vegetarian, I still need to be careful about the foods I eat.
Feel free to follow my board.
The best food is tasted and savored.
A good way to do that is eating like a gourmet and not like a gourmand.
I am sure most adults struggle with this problem that the digital world can cause.
How do you push away from the excitement of the Internet?
It’s time to get enough sleep.
You cannot know how good it feels to be well-rested, until you try it!
Force yourself, if you must, to get those 8 (or 9)
hours of peaceful rest for mind, body, metabolism and happiness.
You will be more alert, feel stronger and maybe even live longer!