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Trauma, Drama, and challenges this week… …wish me success!


Morning Trauma

omron pedometerI can’t find my Omron Pedometer.  It is gone.  And I’ve gotten used to wearing it every day.

In fact is now part of my “morning routine” to put it on.  Which is a problem.  What I’m doing in this “Journey to Health & Fitness” is one, by one, setting up good habits, rituals, routines, replacing old patterns of behavior with new, better ones.

And to do that requires repetition.  Lots of repetition.  And until the “new” becomes “habit” and the “habit” becomes ironclad rock solid do-it-without-thinking-about-what-you-are-doing type behavior, any deviation can be deadly and devastating.

And it bugs me.  A lot. — I’m actually AMAZED at how much it is bugging me.  I’ve rouned up all the usual suspects and put them in the line-up:  under the edge of the bed, under the edge of the desk, under the edge of the kitchen cabinets, inside the pocket(s) of the clothes I wore yesterday.

I’ve even canvased the neighborhood (literally) — I went out on my balcony and the bridge that crosses the court yard and looked at the sidewalk and the stairs to see if I could see it lying there.

2014.05.03 4.50 AM -- My Come to Jesus moment

2014.05.03 4.50 AM — My Come to Jesus moment

In a bit I’ll put on shoes and go look in my truck to see if it fell out of my pocket yesterday when I went on an errand.  And I’ll check the laundry room to see if it fell out there while I was doing clothes.

BUT IT bugs the crap out me that I am not wearing it!

Recording that little number into the spreadsheet each morning from the day before was an act of validation.  It is/was actual numerical quantifiable proof that I was indeed MOVING my body!

siiiiiiiggggghhhh 

I hope I find it.  I don’t want to have to buy a new one.  Buying a new one isn’t in the budget.

Doctor Drama

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Best Laid Plans . . .


Sometimes you have to make adjustments:

Plan-A

My game plan from Saturday, which somehow I thought was Sunday was:

Monday – Go to Braums to do some grocery shoping & do 1 basket of laundry

Tue – Go for a walk in the park.

Well, friends, neighbors and the odd cuzzin or two…

Plan “B”

Sunday – Realize it wasn’t Monday and go get groceries

Monday – Pretty much a rest day – a few od things around the house that didn’t qualify as “exercise”

Tuesday – Laundry – 3 loads, two baskets.

Tomorrow – Wed, another rest day.

Yes, I know.  Sad, that regular mundane things count as exercise  — Ooops!  I meant to say:   “the activity that shall not be named!

can-i-get-an-amen-kittyBUT on the other hand….

I’m moving!  Woot!

I’m challenging my body to build itself back up.

I’m not giving up.  Uh-huh!  Uh-huh! Uh-huh!  (doing happy dance while typing which is in itself pretty phenomenal!

Woot!

See ya on the dance floor!  (eventually)

 

Exercise – Rest – Exercise


Yes, I used the “E” word…  Eeeeeekkkk!

I know that I have declared publicly that I am NOT going to Exercise however, for this post I need to use the e-word  for the sake of clarity.

To recap:  “Exercise” is any activity which produces a physiological effect that causes your heart rate to increase for a set period of time and causes your respiratory system to speed up.

In “Plane Anglish” = IF your heart is racing and you are breathing heavy, then it is exercise.

So to “exercise” you do not have to “go to the gym” you just have to “do the laundry,” or “mow the yard” or” go get groceries” or enjoy a “walk in the park”

The key is . . .

That your heart rate has to speed up and your breathing has to increase long enough for your body to say “uhmmm wow, this dude is serious about this.”

Your body is lazy.  It does not want to work.  And face it, anything that gets your heart going and chest heaving is WORK!

The “work” may be climbing the stairs at a baseball park to enjoy a great afternoon watching the Cardinals, but climbing those stairs still counts as WORK even if it is in the pursuit of fun!

It may involve rolling around on the floor playing with a passel of puppies, but when you get up, if your heart has speeded up and your breath is starting to make noises like an old-time steam engine then that is work!  Even if it is FUN work.

For those of us in truly abysmal shape . . .

Out of Shape. . . like “Moí”

Just getting up from my computer and sorting the laundry leaves me huffing and puffing and making sounds like the proverbial big bad wolf.

Sad, but true.

The POINT, friends, neighbors, dearest readers, and the odd cuzin or two…  It does NOT MATTER WHAT YOU DO AS LONG AS YOU DO SOMETHING!

For those of us who are either starting for the first time or climbing back on the “exercise wagon” after falling off, well a little goes a looooooooooooooooooong way!

Rest after exercising . . .

What really goes on in your body when you start an exercise program.

Just so you know, this information that I’m telling you can be verified from numerous reputable sources, but I’m saving you a lot of time reading…  grin …by providing a much more entertaining version of what’s going on… Read the rest of this entry

This “Getting Fit and Healthy” thing is gonna kill me! (Part one of ???)


Right now… my body is saying “WTF?!!!”

Pitchforks and flaming torchesMy torso (lower back and abs) right now are having pretty much a full on “Angry Mob” kinda thing going on!!!!!

Brace yourself…

I’m going to bring you into my world…

eeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkk  slam

Ok, now that the strong among you have decided to not run shrieking from the room…. and those who headed for the exits have closed the door behind them….

Right now I am in pain. As in I’ve taken drugs and I’m icing it down kind of pain and I really really wish it would stop kind of pain.

My lower back and my lower abs are literally clenching and hurting and doing the whole spasm thing..  Earlier, I had to ask my room mate to help me get out of my chair (more on that in a bit)

Literally.  I needed help to stand up and get of of a chair.  I’m being dead serious here folks!  I. Could. Not. Stand. Up!

And you know that when I’m being literal, with no added drama, then the actual real “facts on the ground” are pretty darned dramatic all by themselves!

I think that my new efforts toward health and fitness are creating an uproar in my body…!!!!!

The never ending dilemma of a blogger / writer…

Janus - Two Faced CoinThe never ending question;

the quandary, the puzzle, the issue

that every blogger, indeed every writer, always faces is

“What should I include?”

In my case…  I’m writing a blog about “health, fitness, and my personal pursuit of those goals”

which means that I HAVE to share SOME personal details with… 

Uhmmm….  well, not to put too fine a point on it, … with YOU fine folks who are reading this

But how much should I share?  Obviously I need to share enough in order for the readers to “follow the story”  But how much is “enough” and how much is “too much” and what should never be mentioned?

It is a juggling act.  And for the most part my “rule of thumb” is “would I tell this story among casual acquaintances?”  Which is a pretty good rule of thumb to follow.

Now that at first glance doesn’t seem too bad or difficult.  However, now I find myself in a place, where in order for the readers, like yourself, to “follow the story” I have to share bits and pieces which I would rather not share.    Details which describe a “story” that thousands have experienced and thousands have blogged about and about which books have been written and careers have been made and talk show hosts have broadcast.

So what’s the big deal?  Well, this is MY story.  MY gory details!  This is ME we are talking about.  Details that are not flattering in any way.

[CUE THE FORBIDDING MUSIC]

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I am *NOT* going to exercise . . .


. . . I’m going to have fun!

NEWSFLASH!

I do not like to exercise.

Actually that probably puts me in the middle of the majority of the world’s population.

HOWEVER…

there are things that I like to do, that I actually ENJOY, that COULD be called exercising.

Huh?  I hear the teeming masses cry out in confusion?

Ah, dear readers, intrepid blog followers and the two second cuzins on my mom’s side who were forced to subscribe to my blog, well, let me elaborate.

You knowI like elaborating…  giggle

Exercise – Defined – by the “book” as it were…

1.  : regular or repeated use of a faculty or bodily organ

 — merriam-webster.com

Special note…  For all the guys reading this…  YES, my mind immediately thought of THAT too!  But somehow, I don’t think the repeated and frequent use of THAT particular organ counts… something about not lasting long enough…  But hey if it works for ya… who am I to stand in the way…

So… seeking something more than a mere definition, I “googled” and found … these three articles out on the Interwebz:

Which seems to indicate that ANY movement is better than NO movement! Indeed, way back in the day we actually didn’t need a special category of movement called “Exercise” because ALL movement was exercise.

You could, if you have oodles of time, read those BORING, articles but why bother when I can ‘splain thangs way better:

Tony’s Definition of Exercise

It is “EXERCISE” . . .

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