Monday, March 26, 2012

Thank you Goodwill donator...I love you!

Vintage rocks. So do the people that give it away.
To the person that donated the incredibly beautiful-but-ugly, hand-knit, oversized, vintage, mustard yellow sweater to Goodwill- I love you, seriously, I do.

I happened upon this gem of a sweater over the weekend. It ranks as one of my greatest all-time vintage finds. Seriously. It’s one of those fantastic pieces that I never dreamed of finding, ever. I intend to wear this sweater every fall and winter for the rest of my life. My husband is already sick of it (he rolled his eyes and mumbled something about my find of a lifetime being ugly) and I haven’t even worn it yet! The nerve of some people! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I guess. Luckily, while I occasionally value his opinion when it comes to my attire,  the hub has never been, nor ever will be, my fashion consultant. Anyways...

Except for a small hole in the sleeve, which my dear and incredibly talented friend, Donna Roberts, has already fixed, the sweater was in near perfect vintage condition. I honestly am still kind of in shock that I was lucky enough to score this wonderfully, odd-but-adorable, one-of-a-kind piece. Definitely, my lucky day. I already have several outfit scenarios swirling around in my brain once September rolls around. Not to wish the spring and summer away, but...

Anytime I find a vintage piece of some kind, I always wonder where it came from. What is its history? Who was the original owner? What kind of person were they? What possessed them to get rid of such an awesome bag, pair of shoes, sweater, piece of jewelry or coat? One woman’s trash is another’s treasure, that’s for sure!

In the case of my newly treasured sweater, I think it has had a wonderful life. I imagine it was knitted with love, has traveled to exotic places, and spent countless hours in front of a fireplace keeping its previous owner comfy and cozy over many a cold winter’s night. Or maybe it has been shoved in a trunk for the last 40 years, who knows? All I know is that now this lovely piece of knitted history is mine, all mine.

Whatever its past, the golden sweater has now found a loving home and an owner that will cherish it always. Yeah, I know it’s just a sweater but now it’s MY sweater... Did I already mention that?

To the person that donated the beautiful-but-ugly, hand-knit, oversized, vintage, mustard yellow sweater to Goodwill,  I thank you from the bottom of my heart and I love you- seriously, I do.

(Pic from http://rosemaryblueboutique.blogspot.com/2011/06/heres-what-keep-rosemary -blue-driven.html)

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Facing fears and finding me part two...

So, I did it! It's been about a little over a month now since stepping foot on a scale for the first time in nearly a decade. I sucked it up and stepped on and boy, was I surprised. I weighed 40 pounds more than I thought--30 pounds more than the 'worst case scenario' number I had in my head! I got on and off the scale three times just to make sure.

Crazy I know. I am an intelligent human being. How could my judgment be so far off? How could I weigh that much and not have a freaking clue? I suppose there's a thousand reasons why but none of them would have changed the number flashing before my eyes. Did I freak out? Incredibly, no. In fact, the first thing I did was say, out loud, to myself,  WTF?  Then I chuckled, because, in all reality, that's about all I could do. Boy, years of denial and unaccountability sure don't get a person very far.

Nonetheless, I accepted it for what it was, a number on the scale- nothing more, nothing less. The number didn't change me as a person, it didn't change my goals (other than I had an extra 40 pounds to lose on top of the 40 I thought I needed to), and it surely did not define my worth as a person.

As I began contemplating what to do about my weight and how obviously out of control it was, I began to think about all of my rides on the weight loss roller coaster over the years. I thought about what has worked, what didn't, where I've gone wrong, and where I've excelled when it comes to my weight, health, and fitness. When I looked at the big picture-- when I took everything I knew and put it into perspective-- things became pretty clear. I didn't need a miracle weight loss drug, prepackaged expensive meals, or a stock pile of diet shakes in a can. I just needed to take what I already knew and apply it, with no excuses, denial, or unrealistic expectations.

First of all, I know that true change takes time. So often when we "go on diet" we take drastic steps. We try to make too many big changes all at once. Although it may work temporarily, this approach is rarely sustainable. To truly achieve lasting change, slow and steady always wins the race. My ultimate goal is to be a marathon running, mountain climbing, vegan but if I woke up tomorrow and decided to do all three, I would fail miserably. I first need to be able to run a mile, climb the stairs without getting winded, and make it a week without meat before I can take another step forward. It's much easier to change one thing and make it permanent, then to change several things at once and fail at them all.

Secondly, take the word "diet" out of your vocabulary. Instead, commit to making positive healthy lifestyle changes. For instance, the change I made after hopping on the scale was to not to eliminate 1000 calories a day from my diet but to commit to increasing my fruit and vegetable intake-- a positive healthy change. Getting my fruit and veggie allotment daily has led to me increasing my water intake which in turn has led me to increase my exercise time which leads to me making better food choices. You get the picture.

Thirdly, be accountable! Record your calorie intake, step on the scale, let others know your goals, write about it, join a weight loss support group, whatever it takes to be accountable for what goes into your body. I have been using an app on my phone called My Fitness Pal. You can track every morsel that goes into your body, record exercise time, take notes etc. It's a wonderful tool that I have used faithfully for the last month, even when I have gone over my calorie limit and haven't wanted to admit it. There are countless other tools and apps online and for your phone. Being accountable to yourself can be difficult but the rewards are worth it. If you aren't accountable, your weight can easily get out of hand (see above).

Next, get educated! Learn about the foods you are putting into your body and what those foods do to it. You might find that you no longer find fast food or sweets so enjoyable. I learned a lot about food several years ago when, following my sister-in-law's example, we started eating all-natural and organic foods whenever possible. We now cook most of our meals. Frozen, processed foods are a thing of the past (the one exception is frozen pizza.) Around that same time I took a research paper writing class that was about the food industry in the United States. Because of what I learned, fast food became a rarity in our household. The more I learn, the better choices I make.

Another thing I have learned over the years is that a change in the way you think about food is essential! We Midwesterners are fabulous at rewarding ourselves with food. We indulge because "we deserve it." We indulge because we love food. We indulge, because... well, for any reason we can think of. Have you ever said this to yourself? "I was so good this week on my diet that I deserve a cupcake (or cookie or chips...)."  No you don't! You don't "deserve" to feed your body trash because you "were good." Thinking like that sets yourself up for failure. Instead, if you really need the cupcake, have the cupcake but do it because you are making a responsible choice to eat that cupcake, not because you "deserve it." Do it because you allowed yourself the calories or spent an extra 30 minutes on the treadmill. Make the cupcake a choice and not a reward. It's a little attitude change that can have big effects on what you ultimately choose to put into your body. You wouldn't give an alcoholic a shot of whiskey to reward sobriety so why do we think it's okay to reward ourselves with food when we are "good?"

Lastly, be patient. I know that I didn't become overweight overnight, so I'm sure not going to lose it over night. This unfortunately is much easier said than done-- patience can be SO hard to practice! When we lose patience, we make unhealthy choices. Maybe you'll succumb to a harsh crash diet to drop pounds faster or maybe you'll just give up because it's taking too long to lose the weight. I've done both, to no avail. There inevitably will be days when you make good choices and days when you don't. There will be days that running for a hour will seem like a walk in the park and other days when 10 minutes on the treadmill will seem like a lifetime. Know that it's okay to have those hard days. Take days like that one minute at a time if you have to. With patience, those days will be fewer and farther between.


I have to consciously think of these things every single day to keep myself on track. Some days are SO hard and others, not so much. So far, I've lost 11 pounds in one month! It feels good to be without that extra weight. Soon I'm going to be rewarding myself, not with a cupcake, but with new pants. I can't wait!.

























Sunday, February 26, 2012

Life is beautiful!



One of the absolute best things about the world wide web is the fact that anybody and everybody can share their hopes, dreams, thoughts, wisdom, advice- well, just about anything they want. Yes, of course, you have to take the good with bad, but, now and then, you happen upon something really good. The other day I happened across something really, really good.

A post on elepantjournal.com titled “50 Reasons Why You Are Absolutely Beautiful” by a yoga instructor named Linnea Jensen-Stewart, caught my eye. I read the first few lines and I was definitely intrigued...


”Beauty is this word that is often thrown around conditionally... To me, beauty is a celebration of everything in our lives- even the stuff that we shove deep down in hopes of never seeing that “ugliness” again- it’s the organic substance that fuels our gorgeous smile, and breathtaking laugh. Beauty in its rawness can’t be faked.”

She definitely nailed it with  her opening words-”Beauty is a celebration of everything in our lives.” Love it. “Beauty in its rawness can’t be faked.” Powerful words. Her list of “50 Reasons” was incredibly thought provoking, inspiring, and insightful.

Here’s my faves:
  • You are beautiful when you are afraid to do something, and you do it anyway.
  • If you have been to hell and back, your resilience is beautiful.
  • Your eyes are beautiful. Nobody else has eyes like yours. They are deep and authentic and instantly recognizable.
  • Beauty is being brave enough to embrace your feelings- the good, the bad, and the ugly. To open yourself to the possibility that there is something magnificent there.
  • Beauty is laughing so hard your stomach hurts and you’re yelling, “Stop! Seriously, I’m peeing!” Yes. Peeing your pants can be beautiful.
  • Beauty is not letting ignorance be mistaken for truth. Even if you’re the one in the dark.
  • Beauty is calling someone out for saying something hurtful, even if you weren’t the one getting hurt.
  • Intelligence is beautiful.
  • Humor. There is nothing more beautiful than laughter.
  • Compassion is very, very beautiful.
  • Strong opinions are beautiful.
  • Respecting other people’s strong opinions is beautiful too.
  • Beauty is your hometown, whether you love it or hate it, because it helped shape you who you are.
  • Listening is beautiful. Choosing to respond instead of react- even if you don’t want to hear it- trusting that there is always something valuable in someone else’s words.
  • Having faith in someone else’s word, because we know we’ve been true to our own. That is beautiful.
  • It is beautiful to find the strength to ask for help when you need it. No matter how successful you are. We all feel like we’re drowning sometimes, and we would all be glad to pull you from the rapids.
  • Beauty is loving your pet as much as they love you.
  • Humility is beautiful.
  • It is beautiful to be grateful to all the strong people who came before you: the ones who raised you, the ones who fought for your rights, the ones who were burned at the stake because they were too powerful.
  • Happiness is beautiful. Never be ashamed of being happy.
Beauty is grace, fear, respect, compassion, laughter, tears, faith, humility and love. Beauty is anything and everything you want it to  be. So often we get wrapped up in the physical aspects of beauty that we forget about the beauty that surrounds us in our daily lives. Take a moment to stop and think about what’s beautiful in your life. Accept it. Appreciate it. Own it. Love it. Life is beautiful.

Here's the link to the complete list. I promise, it's all awesome. http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/12/50-reasons-why-you-are-absolutely-beautiful--linnea-jensen-stewart/

Sunday, February 5, 2012

A yummy oatmeal alternative...

In my quest for a healthy oatmeal alternative--you can only eat oatmeal for so long-- I purchased Bob's Red Mill 5 Grain Rolled Oat Cereal the other day. I've tried several other of Bob's multi-grain hot cereals and this latest version is much better than the 10 grain chicken-feed-looking stuff I had been eating!

The cereal cooks up kind of creamy, with only water added, and a serving is just 120 calories. I added a Bosc pear, a teaspoon of brown sugar, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and popped it in the microwave. I must say, it was delicious! Definitely an excellent choice when you are tired of your usual, plain old oatmeal!
The cereal.
A pear instead of my usual apple was awesome!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

The green smoothie!

Now and then a person happens upon a little something that is a potential life changer. Sometimes it’s something big- sometimes it’s not. Last week, I happened upon a little something that could be potentially major! What you ask? (Drum roll here...) Well, a bright green smoothie recipe of course!

While spending some quality time on the frightfully addicting Pinterest site, I happened upon the simplest of smoothie recipes. A smoothie that packs in nearly a day’s allotment of the recommended fruit and veggies? Are you kidding me?

I headed to the store and bought the ingredients. Spinach, check. Frozen peaches and berries, check. Bananas, check.

For those of you lost at spinach, don't fret. I like spinach and even I was hesitant at first- but, determined nonetheless, to whip up this green concoction and head down the road to better health.

I tossed the ingredients in the blender, added some water and voila! A bright green smoothie!

I slowly took a sip and much to my surprise and relief, it tasted A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Could it be that simple? Blend a few ingredients that pack such a MAJOR health punch? You bet!

And while my body isn’t sure exactly what to think of the sudden daily flood of nutrients, it is adjusting rather nicely. I’m on day eight of the green wonder drink and I feel pretty awesome. Give it a try! Your body (and taste buds) will love it!



Green Smoothie for Weight Loss
(http://lindawagner.net/blog/2011/03/green-smoothie-for-weight-loss/) 
    * 1-2 bananas
    * 1/2 cup frozen peaches
    * 1/2 cup frozen mango
    * a couple handfuls of spinach
    * water
    * ice (if desired)

Strawberries and peaches.











Blackberries, strawberries, and peaches.

*My grocery store was out of frozen mangoes so I substituted strawberries and blackberries. The color isn't Shrek green like the original recipe produces,  but more of a pea soupy green; it gets even brownish with blackberries.  I use two large handfuls of spinach, two bananas,  a cup of each fruit and two cups of water, along with a tablespoon of chia seeds. I get about 25 oz. of the green stuff and sip on it for quite a while.


The original recipe!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Facing fears and finding me...



Part of truly being yourself is owning your story. Today, I'm owning a pretty big part of mine...


I did something today that absolutely T-E-R-R-I-F-I-E-D me, something I have avoided- successfully or not, depending upon how you look at it- for years. My heart is still pounding a bit, but thanks to one-click shopping at Amazon.com I didn't have time to stop and think before I tossed it into my virtual cart. Boom, it was done. No going back. I had to face this once and for all.

Anti-climactic, I know, but the big, scary thing I did was order a digital scale, something I haven't owned for years. For many people, hopping on the scale is not a big deal, but, as a person that has battled an eating disorder for a good share of my 40 plus years, the thought of owning and stepping on a scale is absolutely terrifying. This scale, for me, represents the fact that I have kicked my disorders in the ass once and for all. This scale represents the fact that I am ready to honestly and openly tackle my weight issues. I couldn't be more scared and excited at the same time. Correction, I couldn't be more absolutely terrified...

My descent into the world of eating disorders started around junior high. Bulimia, coupled with an exercise compulsion, was the eating-disorder-drug-of-choice for me.  I also had my days that I didn't eat at all but those days were always followed by giant binges, hours upon hours of exercise, and usually ended with me hovering over the toilet puking my guts out. For me it was about control- one of the few things I could control at that time in my life- and of course, the weight loss. Thus the ride began, a ride that I'd be on for years.

The very worst of the binging, purging, and exercising lasted until high school then it tapered off a bit, rearing it's ugly head time and time again when my life spun out of control. I finally kicked the purging in my 20's, I didn't want my kids to have a mother that was so messed up. I quit puking cold turkey and considered my battle done. Boy, was I wrong.

A funny thing happened  after the purging stopped, the binging got worse. The weight crept on and before I knew it the scale topped 200 pounds. That's when I stopped getting on. To actually own up to that number makes me cringe. In my head I wasn't an obese person, but photos told otherwise. The person I saw in the mirror wasn't me.

A few years into my weight gain, with the encouragement and support of my best friend, I joined Weight Watchers. I had to get on a scale every week. The shock of my starting weight still haunts me but the shock factor must have worked. The pounds dropped off. I looked and felt like ME for the first time in years.

The weight stayed off until my early 30's when I returned to a desk job, quit smoking, and got lazy. I don't remember gaining weight or buying bigger pants, it seemed to just sort of happen. Before I knew it, I was in a size 18 and back to where I began years earlier. This time around though, I somehow developed a huge fear of owning and getting on a scale. I wonder if there is a name for that? Scalaphobia maybe?

The last time I weighed myself was probably in 2003 and it wasn't pretty. The scale, an object that I had obsessed over incessantly when I was in the grips of my eating disorder, had once again become an obsession for me. I had suddenly become obsessed with never getting on one. Weight is so much easier to ignore if it doesn't have a number. It doesn't have a number if you never step foot on a scale.

Over the years, I have rationalized this avoidance of the scale by blaming my eating disorder itself. Crazy isn't it? Self-talk is powerful. I justified my not owning a scale by somehow convincing myself that I could easily slip back into the grips of  my disorder if I were to resume getting on one. That excuse worked for me for years... until today that is.

It suddenly struck me (more like a giant thump to the forehead) that I am a very emotionally healthy, well-rounded (no pun intended) adult. I have accomplished so many things in my life yet my weight issues are always front and center in my mind. Quite frankly, I'm tired of it. It's time to put on my big girl panties (once again, no pun intended) and face it once and for all. I am so excited to face my fear and find ME again after all these years.

I know that ordering the scale is just the first step in the long process of dropping the weight and sustaining it- but, it's a step, no it's a leap, and a HUGE one at that. I know I still have to get on the darn thing. I know that I still have to make big changes but somehow I know that it will all fall into place. Things are so much easier when you just suck it up and face your fears. There's no going back now...

Monday, January 16, 2012

Thanks for the great advice Liz!


Liz was definitely onto something when she made that statement. A good slick of lipstick always brightens my mood. A little drink on top of that when life begins to unravel? Well, that would just be the icing on the cake. If only it were that simple, right?

All kidding aside, some days, we take every day life WAY too seriously. We make mountains out of molehills and drama takes center stage in our lives. We react instead of act. We freak out instead of letting it go. When we behave like drama kings and queens we lose sight of the things that should really matter in our lives. When we continually focus on the negative, we stop being thankful.  What if we decided to stop making mountains and climb one instead?

Last week, when my car had a major breakdown, I made a choice to NOT freak out and I must say, I’m pretty proud of myself for making that choice.

My youngest kids were driving to Iowa and were 2 1/2 hours away from home when the car died. It happened on a Monday, one of the busiest days of the week for me. Maybe it’s age, maybe it’s personal growth, or maybe it’s something entirely different, but, I didn’t freak out. No drama here. Flipping out would have gotten me nowhere. A few years ago, I probably would have had a little meltdown or more likely a  major one. Instead, all I could think of was how thankful I was.

I was thankful that my kids were safe, thankful that I have a coworker that is awesome and goes with the flow, thankful I have a job with flexibility, thankful we had access to a trailer to retrieve my car, thankful my oldest is so incredibly smart and mechanically inclined, thankful that I got to spend unexpected time with my kids, thankful my parents live close and are so gracious with their extra vehicles, thankful we are able to get the car fixed... even though it was a major bummer,  I kept it together. No lipstick (or drink) required!

Everyday we have the opportunity to choose whether we react, freak out, focus on the negative, and let drama take over. Or, we can choose to stay in control, act responsibly, and focus on the positive. We can choose to be thankful for what do have and to be thankful for what is going right in our lives. Things work out so much better when we don’t make that molehill into a mountain.

Unfortunately though, life can be incredibly tough sometimes. We all have have our bad days. And you know what? That’s okay. We are all entitled to an occasional tantrum- OCCASIONAL being the key word here.

Imagine for a moment if we all chose to follow old Liz’s advice and just simply pulled ourselves together every time we faced adversity in our lives. What a crazy, happy, colorful, intoxicated world it would be! Thanks Liz for your words of wisdom. If it were only that simple, right?

P.S. Here’s my disclaimer! I personally do not advocate for ‘taking a drink’ when times get bad, especially if you are a person with an alcohol addiction. However, this quote by Elizabeth Taylor was too good to pass up. 

Plus, if truth be told, I can totally envision myself cracking a cold one, putting on the lip gloss (and big sunglasses of course) and literally “pulling myself together.”

Some days all a girl needs is good gloss and big sunglasses to get through a tough day. A drink would just be icing on the cake!