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Getting Fit Fridays {vol. 7}–Food is what? or Hello, McFly!

chasing the ice cream truckYou know how you already know stuff (or think you do), but then you need a BAM! In your FACE! reminder to really drive it home? Yeah, well that is what happened to me this week.

Think Biff in Back to the Future…Knocking on George McFly’s head…I felt like that. “Hellooo? Hellooo? Anybody home? Huh? Think, McFly! Think!”

Last Sunday afternoon, I went and met up with my Biggest Loser Ladies for our workout. We were doing a run/walk for half an hour and then hard core circuit training for an hour. All hosted by our very own Jillian Michaels (AKA Rene). We love her. We don’t love her. No really, we love her.

About an hour and twenty minutes into the workout, I started feeling lightheaded, clammy (I was sweaty already, but this was different), and my hands started to tingle. Then, I thought I was going to puke all over the kettle ball I was flinging around. Yeah, it was kinda scary. I have never felt that way before (let’s clarify: during a workout). I had to sit down, sip some water, and try to let it pass. Then try to get up and walk it off. Then sit back down. Took me about 15 minutes to start feeling better. So weird.

One lady asked me, what did you have for lunch? I told her. Lo-carb wrap with turkey and cheese. And an orange. Then she suggested that I had eaten some good protein, but maybe not enough carbs to give me energy for  the workout. This woman, who was talking to me, is diabetic and so she really has to think about what she is eating and how her body will use the food she eats. It is imperative that she eat the proper foods to keep her blood sugar in check.

Wait, what? *insert rewind noise here*

Hold up just a minute. Food is fuel? 

What a novel concept. (Hello, McFly!!)

“Our food should be our medicine and our medicine should be our food.” ~ Hippocrates

I learned a long time ago that food is NOT my friend. Thank you, Weight Watchers. And I recognize that I have used food as an emotional crutch or to just eat recreationally. (You are not a farm animal, so stop grazing like one! Thanks again, WW.) So, while I recognize that I need to eat mindfully and healthfully, which is great, I had not really been thinking about food as FUEL for my body to use and function properly, as FUEL for my body to use when I am working out or doing laundry or just hanging out with the fam.

Wow. This was a newsflash. Or a “DUH” moment. Whichever.

And truly, feeling the way I did the other day was enough to really make me start thinking more about the foods that I eat—not just to lose weight, but to get the most bang for my buck for my body! I do NOT want to feel like I am about to go bad. Ever. Again.

Yeah, so DULY NOTED!

I have paid more attention to food as fuel this week. Really taking note of what foods are carbs and proteins, etc. I am trying to eat foods that are not just low in calories, but also that I know will sustain me through whatever I need to do that day. And I have felt very good—aside from general soreness from workouts. I have had good workouts this week…well, besides that one. Thanks to the support of the BL Ladies.

Tire and HammerI continue to notice improvements in my balance and how I feel overall. I noticed this week that my pants fit me better. I am seeing some changes in some of the girls I workout with and they are so inspirational. I feel like a broken record, but I could not do this alone!

I have also discovered a really fun dance fitness class called WerQ (think Jazzercise, only, well, jazzier). Lots of fun, lots of cardio, lots of calories burned, lots of great music, oh, and lots of sweat. Check and see if you have this in your area. It is a blast!

Today is the first of the month and that means WEIGH IN time! Since my first weigh-in back in January, I am down 8.6 lbs. I have lost a total of about 4-5 inches (waist/hips/arms/thigh combined). And maybe those numbers aren’t huge, but I can tell that things are changing. And as I continue to work (or WerQ), things can only get better. I call that a SCORE!

What do you eat before a workout? After a workout? How have you SCORED this week?

Getting Fit Fridays appears weekly here at Red Van Ramblings to chronicle my fitness journey and more importantly, to increase my accountability. Do you need to get back on the wagon? Do you need some help and encouragement? Join with me, if you’d like. We can do it—together.

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I just call it good parenting.

I remember when I was about 12 years old and I would spend all day in the summertime at the neighborhood swimming pool. I would ride my suh-weet pink 10-speed there, by myself, wind in my hair, towel around my neck, a dollar for some snacks from the vending machines, and BAM! I was ready to spend the day with my friends.

This was around 1982. When there were no smartphones and no way to really track your kid’s every move. At the pool back in the day, there were only lifeguards and the moms of toddlers and a phone, with a cord, attached to the wall.

I would stay there all day sometimes. Had me a really nice tan, too, y’all.

I look back on that time and wonder how in the world my mom let me do that. How many times have we heard our elders say: “Oh, but it was a different time then.” Okay, so now I’m the elder saying, “It was a different time.”

Because it was. It was a time when you could let your kids roam the neighborhood and ride their bikes around town. And stay out till dusk and just give a holler when it was time for dinner.

Maybe it was because it was a small town. Maybe it was because I was basically a good kid. Maybe it is because back then, you knew pretty much all your neighbors and everyone looked out for everyone else’s kids. People weren’t so busy with their own lives (or so afraid of someone else’s mama) to prevent them from calling out some child who was misbehaving. “Hey, you, I see what you are doing there! You better straighten up before I call your mama!” It really did take a village, and the village actively participated.

It was a different time. Not so, now.

Now, in the 21st century, with all the social media outlets, internet, cable television and smartphones at our fingertips, and with all the crazies out there, documented for us daily on the world wide web and the nightly news, and where we live in neighborhoods of transient people whom we barely know, we have to be different kinds of parents today.

she calls it stalking

I find myself hovering and asking questions and needing to know things and having to tell my kids things that I don’t think our mothers before us had to do. Oh, don’t get me wrong—I thought my mom was the most interfering mom ever!  She wanted to know who, when, where, and what. And she wanted me to call her and check in. Oh, the horror!! She was, and is, a good mom.

There are things happening today that did not happen when I was a teenager—at least not to my knowledge, or not in the circle of friends I chose to have. There are things I might have done, but was too scared to do because, “what if my parents found out.” I valued my reputation. I valued the relationship I had with my parents. I respected them. And I did not want to disappoint them. But I was a moody teen and was kinda sassy, and of course, I wanted to try to get away with as much as I felt like I could.  I know there were times that I made some poor choices and did disappoint them. It felt terrible at the time. I learned some good lessons, thankfully, without any long term repercussions.

I had an interesting conversation with my 14 year old daughter yesterday. Emma is so blown away by the behavior of some of the kids at her school. She has overheard conversations where young ladies are bragging about their exploits. Emma and I have talked about sex and God’s design for relationships and I have said so many times that once your reputation is ruined, it is hard to repair. Emma said, “Mom, they don’t care about their reputations. They are not embarrassed about the things they are doing. They will be talking about it like it’s no big deal and the people they are talking to are just laughing about it. They just don’t care. I don’t get it. They are just crazy.”

SIGH.

I say it’s just sad. I am so sad for those young ladies. And it breaks my heart to think about the reasons why they do the things they do.

I am thankful to have a daughter who respects herself and who understands that she is a child of God and holds herself to a higher standard. She is so much more together than I was at her age.

So as I am calling or texting Emma and reading her Facebook wall and wanting to meet her friends and their parents and the boy who wants to take her to the Military Ball and making sure our internet browser has a good filter and asking her all the who, what, when, where, why and how questions, she calls it stalking.

I just call it good parenting.

‘Cause what else is a mama supposed to do in this day and age?

We have to be vigilant. We have to pray for our kids. We have to talk to our kids and know what is going on in their lives. Even if it seems intrusive—or stalker-y. We need to make sure they know the truth.

I am not perfect and neither is she. We are both going to make mistakes. But we talk to each other and I will continue to stalk her—mercilessly. And pray without ceasing.

9 So we have not stopped praying for you since we first heard about you. We ask God to give you complete knowledge of his will and to give you spiritual wisdom and understanding. 10 Then the way you live will always honor and please the Lord, and your lives will produce every kind of good fruit. All the while, you will grow as you learn to know God better and better.

11 We also pray that you will be strengthened with all his glorious power so you will have all the endurance and patience you need. May you be filled with joy… Colossians 1:9-11 NLT

 

(This post was linked with Throwback Thursday.)

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Flashbacks

“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.” ~ Bernard Meltzer

So I promised y’all a non-whiney post this time.  And that is exactly what y’all will be getting.

In this episode, y’all will be getting a blast from my past.  My long ago past…most of which is not appropriate to air here.  I like to say it’s “not for public consumption”.  No, I have not always been such a well-behaved girl.  I know y’all are shocked and dismayed, but suffice it to say that I used to like to partake, a lot, of the par-tay beverages back in the day, and I did most of that with my friend, Alexis (Kristi would join us on occasion as well).  Not that it was her fault, by any means.  But let’s face it, she was the one with the fake ID…and all that crazy confidence. “Y’all gotta be cool, now” she would say.  So, there ya go.  I mean, can we all agree, that most people lose their minds–to some degree–between the ages of 15 and 22??  Most of us are able to locate our brains again around 23 or so, I think.  Fortunately, that theory held true for Alexis and me.

Alexis recently turned 40–much to her great distress–and her mom, who we have always affectionately referred to as “R” (the first letter of her name–not sure she ever loved the fact that that was what we called her, but…), wanted to throw her a surprise birthday shindig.  I was invited and since I hadn’t seen or talked to my friend in a loooong time, I thought it would be great fun to go.  And so we did…and, yes, I dragged my poor hubby along. (He had fun too.) 

The party was this past weekend, at the home of Sid and R (Alexis’ parents), which is in the same community where Hubby grew up and where his parents still live.  We were late to the party, (Shocker!) so we missed the official “surprise”, but I think Alexis was plenty surprised by the whole thing, so I can live with it.  There was food and drink and reminiscing.  R had asked, that in lieu of gifts, guests bring a photo of themselves with Alexis and write down a favorite memory of her or advice for getting older. Isn’t that a great idea?? Well, since I am not, in fact, getting older, <don’t look at me that way!!> I opted for some “remember when” comments.  And since I was not sure who would be seeing said comments, I kept it clean. 

My favorite part of the evening was later, after everyone else was gone except for:  Hubby and me, Kristi (who had arrived later, after attending a family function), Alexis and her husband Will, Alexis’ parents (Sid and R) and Alexis’ younger brother and another family friend.  We laughed (a lot) about some of our close calls and poor judgement.  We thanked God for sparing us, and we lamented how we didn’t see each other enough.  There really is no excuse, you know.  It’s not like I live in Iowa anymore.  And for goodness sake, Kristi and Alexis live in the same county.

It did my heart good to see my old (and I do mean old…muahahahaha…) friend.  Alexis, who has endured some pretty tough challenges in life…even after we had gotten ourselves straightened out!…seems to be truly happy.  She has a sweet husband who adores her.  She has a job she is good at.  People who love her.  I mean, really, what more could you ask for? 

Alexis would probably say, “A mimosa”.

At least now we don’t need a fake ID to get one.

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