Now at the end of my 4th decade, I am happily married and still working the same job for 24 years, but looking toward more me-time and travel with my husband. Three step-kids, and two of my own daughters have begun to blossom as young adults. In the middle of so-called "middle age", I always have the need to vent, and this blog is my conduit for it...bear with me, cry with me, laugh with me...ignore me if you want! I do appreciate any comments, I'm almost 50 dammit, I can take it!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
I'm Juicing...in a Good Way
I was perusing through my Netflix online menu and found a documovie that looked interesting. Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. About an Aussie dude who was overweight and suffering from a skin disorder brought on by his general lack of health. He took a six month trip to the US with his Juicer machine and was going to do a juice cleanse while interviewing fat Americans about their eating and dieting habits. Crazy idea, but I was intrigued.
I'm always interested in hearing how others get fit, stay fit, or where they were before they were fit. The Biggest Loser show is a favorite, but even more are the success stories of people who do it "on their own" without Bob and Jillian and a state-of-the-art gym to work out in 7 hours a day. I never understood why the BL would give those people that cocoon of personal food instruction and a gym with no contact with the outside world, when that outside world is what helped them get over 400 pounds in the first place.
I was never in that over-200 lbs category (well, possibly with 9 months of pregnancy either time, but if I was, I didn't let the nurses tell me) but after each kid was born, I did do it "on my own" to get the baby-weight off and get back to my former athletic self.
The documentary was more informative in the beginning about how the all-juice diet was cleansing the guy's system and flushing out all the toxins he'd built up and it showed him talking to some really dumb Americans who would say things like "I gotta have my Burger King, I can't give that up", while standing there tipping the scales at over 300 pounds. He would go through his spiel about the juice and tell him what he's lost (he was shrinking throughout the movie) and they'd look at him like "uh-uh, don't you tell me I can't have my meatloaf!".
One guy he met at a truckstop in the middle of nowhere was a big dude. Divorced dad who hadn't seen his kid in a while due to his depression, health issues, and being on the road all the time driving a truck. He revealed he had the same affliction the Aussie had, which was rare. The Aussie did his thing, and the guy even tried the juice out of the juicer in the back of the guy's car, and said "Hmmm, that ain't bad". Juice-guy gave him his number and said to call him if he wanted more info on the diet. Trucker-guy was well over 400 lbs and I thought, yeah, no way.
Aussie went home after 6 months of only juicing (cuh-razy if you ask me) a much skinnier guy off his meds and feeling great. He gets a phone call from trucker-dude. He's ready. The documovie sets the trucker up in a lake house to get him walking and swimming and juicing. He does it all. All by himself. The townspeople where he was started talking to him and he was telling them the juicing benefits. He ended up doing a juicing class in a local restaurant. His weight was dropping like crazy. Juice only. By the end, he was a new man. Reconnected with his kid and was throwing the football with him and running. It was SO INSPIRING. Both men were totally transformed.
Others in the show were doing 10-day cleanses and feeling great too. I decided then and there I was getting a juicer. I did not think I needed or wanted to do a "cleanse" on juice only, but as a supplement or a meal replacement, I thought a glass full of veggie or fruit juice right from the produce itself, would be nothing but good for me. I was right.
I bought the Jack Lalanne Power Juicer. I figured if that man made it til he was almost 90 and endorsed it, it was good. It was also under $100 which was a factor. So I read up a little on what produce was good for juicing and began to buy fresh kale, cucumbers, broccoli stalks, peppers, carrots, apples, oranges and lemons. I throw it ALL in there. The apples and oranges add sweetness and keep it from being bitter. Its juice but it is filling. The pulp that shoots into a holder in the back is full of fiber and nutrients as well, so I mix that with fat free sour cream and use it as a dip, or put it in my soups, or mix it with Greek yogurt. Buying fresh produce means you have to use it before it goes bad, which forces me to continue to make juice.
The juice fills me up but I don't think I could do it in isolation. I get hungry for a little more bulk and other flavors and since I don't need to drop 50 or 100 pounds, I am choosing not to go extreme. My desire for regular food is less since I have the juice filling up space, so that's good. TMI warning, but my eliminations are smooth and easy with all the veggies and fruit cleaning out the crevices of my intestines and lubing up the pathway out. My skin is clear and I sleep soundly (but not enough hours). I am following dietal suggestions for reducing cancer occurence or reoccurence. Aside from the clean-up of the machine itself (where's ole Jack for that?), I see no downside.
I still have carbs and meat in my diet. I am an athlete and feel I need the protein and carbs for energy. I choose lean meats and low-sugar carbs when I can. I limit my sweets. But if I eat a Thin Mint for 40 calories of my allotted 1325/day, I'm perfectly good with that.
I know there are athletes who are vegan. I'm sure there's tofu options out there but I run and race for the Texas Beef Council for gosh's sake, so I don't think I'll be ditching the lean meat anytime soon. I could cut more snacky things like crackers, pretzels and chips. Lent is coming and I think it will be the kick in the pants I need to quit those three things for 40 days. Jesus would approve.
I'll never be a lean machine type of athlete. I haven't ever been that. I like my shape but want it at its best, and in another 15 pounds I know I could be faster and more fit for my races. Maybe I won't get it all off at the food consumption level I have now. I'm willing to tweak my plan. Don't know if I could maintain it either. I like to have a glass of wine while sharing a yummy dessert with my Sinatra or my girlfriends and don't see me denying myself that experience. As long as I'm living, I can live with that.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Lucy's date with her mortality
Lucy, my fearless (to the point of stupidity) canine partner in running, has had a really bad week.
We began last week with a run near a fence line in a neighborhood, just jogging along and a rogue dog pokes through a rogue hole in its white trash fence and barks at us. Lucy took it upon herself to protect her mamma from said rude dog, and bit the crap out of the nose sticking through the fence. Full-on her teeth over the dog's nose and I wasn't sure she would let go.
So I stepped in. Yes, insert groan here.
I grabbed Lucy by her shoulders, she still wasn't letting go. I got my hands on her top jaw and pried them off the dogs nose. Finally she let go but not before she caught my right hand in her teeth. Across the pinky and next two fingers, punctures. Thought they were little ones and we'd keep running but the pinky was really bleeding. Then it was really hurting. Tried to wipe the blood on the grass and felt something move. Something unnatural. It was dark so I just wrapped it up and we got the hell out of there. Got back to my car and Lucy looked fine and dandy, didn't see any other-dog parts on her, and my pinky nail was split through the middle. Still hurt like hell but I figured nothing could be done that night.
A trip to the doctor the next day for a tetanus shot and I'm told the nailbed is split and needs stitches. Eight painful lido shots in the finger later and my nail has been removed and 4 stitches are in. Thanks, Luc.
Funny thing about comeuppance...and karma. Lucy did not escape the week unscathed. When my finger felt good enough to run again in 4 days, I took my girl out again with me. Regular route near the house. Turned at a corner on the sidewalk at a point we sometimes go straight and Lucy tried to go straight, pulling a bit away from me. I laughed that she has doggie memory of a different route, and at that second a car turned that corner next to us and she was startled and jolted toward it, ready to chase. She slipped out of my grasp and took off. It wasn't going that fast but she was right next to its back tire and as fast as she went toward it she clipped it or it clipped her. That was it. She hobbled over to me with a foot dangling from the "knee" down...not good. Her turn at the doctors.
No doggie insurance so instead of a $30 copay like me, she had a slightly more expensive surgery to install a plate and screws to realign and stablize her leg. She a pathetic mess now.
I so missed her tonight on my run. I probably can run faster without her zigzagging and poop breaks, but I really miss her. She's confined to the bathroom with an elizabethean collar on (which is in no way regal, it looks like a lampshade) and is walking around in a daze. Two weeks of this and the doc will check her staples and hopefully pull them out so no more collar, but still no strenuous running, jumping or playing for 8 more weeks. That is not Lucy. We have stairs and she's used to beebopping up and down them without a thought. Now a baby-gate is keeping her downstairs.
I hope to get back my runner-girl, maybe with a bit more humility and respect for the big loud motory things that pass us by. She can still take a chunk out of a dog that comes after me though, I won't stop her again.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Breaking up is hard to do
I have a girlfriend going through a breakup with a guy she's been seeing since her divorce, about 2 years. When I met her they'd only been dating a few months and she jokingly told me he was her "boy toy", since he was younger, and she knew it wasn't going anywhere. I figured he was her rebound and understandably someone to boost her ego since her divorce was a result of her husband's infidelity. She said it was just for fun. Nothing lasting.
Here we are two years later and she and I have become pretty close along with another friend of ours. We are a great trio and do many activities together. I believe our friendship has probably helped with finally giving her the confidence to break it off with him a few months ago.
Unfortunately, he won't go away. He has berated her for her selfishness and insensitivity and called her names but then he wants her to stay with him. He does not want to change his life to accomodate hers, and resents her for even assuming he might. He's single. She has two children who live with her most of the time. They go to a private school in the suburbs. She can't move. Dude. If you are dating a single mother, you have to make some changes if you want to stay with her. He won't.
His calls and texts after the break-up were mostly late in the night (hmmm, why then?) and mostly calling her names for breaking up with him. Trying to justify his behavior and claim he's done so much for her. Really, he has not. Nothing that put him out of his comfort zone. She slowly started to realize he wasn't moving toward a future with her and her kids.
She doesn't know much about his life or friends. He would come to her when he can. If she did not have her kids, she would go to him. He rarely came to her functions or joined in her activities. Its possible she started to realize after I was with Sinatra for a while that a man should go "total immersion" into a woman's life if there is real love and a real future. She was willing to do that for him but could not get enough back.
Fine. You realize the person you are with is wrong for you and your life. I came to that realization with Romeo 2 years ago. Now what? You can pull away and hope they get the hint. Usually not. You can say what you would like to be changed and hope they agree. Um, if that was going to happen, it probably would've by now. You can stand your ground and say, Sorry Babe, I have to walk away from this because it isn't right for me. That's what you have to do. That should get you moving in the right direction even if you don't know what that direction is.
But what if the guy/girl won't let you go? I did NOT have that problem with Romeo. I said Good-bye, and he said OK. A bit too easily in my opinion, but actually that was best for me. My poor friend has this nutbag spewing nastytalk to her but then boo-hooing how much he wants her back. She wants to be wanted, as we all do. She doesn't want to be alone, as none of us do. She is gaining her strength to ward him off but it's tough for her.
What is his motivation to try to keep a woman who doesn't want to be with him? The psychology behind that has got to be disturbing. Something from his childhood, past, or innermost demons.
My other friend and I are trying to give her all the reasons to break all communication with him. Block his number. He texts and calls an insane number of times in a night, especially after midnight. No reason to put up with that. It's crazy with a capital C.
Only she can make the leap to cutting him off. Its a big step but the only one that makes sense. I am hoping she'll get there.
This time she needs to make it all about HER.
Here we are two years later and she and I have become pretty close along with another friend of ours. We are a great trio and do many activities together. I believe our friendship has probably helped with finally giving her the confidence to break it off with him a few months ago.
Unfortunately, he won't go away. He has berated her for her selfishness and insensitivity and called her names but then he wants her to stay with him. He does not want to change his life to accomodate hers, and resents her for even assuming he might. He's single. She has two children who live with her most of the time. They go to a private school in the suburbs. She can't move. Dude. If you are dating a single mother, you have to make some changes if you want to stay with her. He won't.
His calls and texts after the break-up were mostly late in the night (hmmm, why then?) and mostly calling her names for breaking up with him. Trying to justify his behavior and claim he's done so much for her. Really, he has not. Nothing that put him out of his comfort zone. She slowly started to realize he wasn't moving toward a future with her and her kids.
She doesn't know much about his life or friends. He would come to her when he can. If she did not have her kids, she would go to him. He rarely came to her functions or joined in her activities. Its possible she started to realize after I was with Sinatra for a while that a man should go "total immersion" into a woman's life if there is real love and a real future. She was willing to do that for him but could not get enough back.
Fine. You realize the person you are with is wrong for you and your life. I came to that realization with Romeo 2 years ago. Now what? You can pull away and hope they get the hint. Usually not. You can say what you would like to be changed and hope they agree. Um, if that was going to happen, it probably would've by now. You can stand your ground and say, Sorry Babe, I have to walk away from this because it isn't right for me. That's what you have to do. That should get you moving in the right direction even if you don't know what that direction is.
But what if the guy/girl won't let you go? I did NOT have that problem with Romeo. I said Good-bye, and he said OK. A bit too easily in my opinion, but actually that was best for me. My poor friend has this nutbag spewing nastytalk to her but then boo-hooing how much he wants her back. She wants to be wanted, as we all do. She doesn't want to be alone, as none of us do. She is gaining her strength to ward him off but it's tough for her.
What is his motivation to try to keep a woman who doesn't want to be with him? The psychology behind that has got to be disturbing. Something from his childhood, past, or innermost demons.
My other friend and I are trying to give her all the reasons to break all communication with him. Block his number. He texts and calls an insane number of times in a night, especially after midnight. No reason to put up with that. It's crazy with a capital C.
Only she can make the leap to cutting him off. Its a big step but the only one that makes sense. I am hoping she'll get there.
This time she needs to make it all about HER.
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