Kicking and screaming...and hanging onto the couch....


The idita-walk is coming up and I think I am going to give it a go.
The idita-walk is an event sponsored by the people of Nome Alaska. Walkers walk the same minutes as the dogs run in miles for the Iditarod. So the doggies run 1049 miles....we walk for 1049 minutes over a period of two months. (or less)
It's all about being healthy.


heavy. sigh.


I have taken this challenge twice in the past and completed it. And well....since a goal is important....

I am going to sign up.


Idita-walk





Start date is Feb. 1

If I walk 17.77 minutes a day I will accomplish my goal.

Here we go!!! mush!

I broke up with the Schwans Man.

He keeps coming by and I don't have the heart to tell him that I do not want to eat
any of the processed frozen food he has in is truck.

When I don't buy anything from him, he nearly cries.

I try to think of this or that to get from him.

Like Fudgecicles for my husband or Chicken Kiev for Katie.

But for me. There is nothing in the truck that I want.

I am cooking for myself. I am choosing the ingredients carefully and trying new recipes.

Sometimes I look at the packages of Lean Cuisine in the frozen food section of the grocery store...but then I think
about all the junk in them. I think. I will try to make that myself.

Some days we order pizza. Some days we stop at the village bar for a burger.

But most days, I am getting to be a regular Ina Garten; cooking in my pretty blouse, choosing fine ingredients and quietly cooking.

I am thankful that I have time to cook and time to shop and time to plan.
I am thankful that it gets me off the couch.


The Schwans truck used to be very loud and i could hide out in the house and not answer the door.
Now he has a quiet stealth like truck and I am fooled by it and I answer the door.

And then I have to say. No, I don't want anything today.
And her tries hard to sell me on something his little computer reminds him of...
and I say no thank you. again.

And then I feel badly.

But I know it's for the best.

Break ups can be hard.

I forgot about the egg for a moment there. It's been over a month since I made myself a hard boiled egg.
And I can't remember the last time I had a soft boiled egg.

What a perfect little healthy food.

Tomorrow I am having a soft boiled egg or two.

The hard boiled eggs I had today were fantastic.

Oh! little nuggets of flavor and protein...I wont forget you again...

The first diet food I remember is cottage cheese. My mom would watch her weight and I remember her eating cottage cheese.

I think of her when I eat cottage cheese. I eat it with scallions/green onions, salt and pepper.
I can't remember if she taught me the scallions trick.

But every time I eat it I think of her.

Funny thing is, my husband eats cottage cheese almost every night at dinner.
He does not eat it for dietary reasons. He just likes it.
In fact, he often asks for cottage cheese when we are at a restaurant to replace his salad.

My grandma always had peppermints in her drawer in her kitchen.

So does my husband.


Weird.


My mom went to Jack Lalane's exercise studio. She wore a pink leotard.

My husband has never worn a leotard.

That I know of.

1-11-11

People tell me all the time that I need to start exercising. They are wise and they are right.

But it is so hard to get up out of this chair and go do something.
It's like my ankles are chained to this spot.

Emma got me outside for a nice long walk (30 min) once over Christmas vacation. It was not unpleasant. I felt good when we got home.
But when she asked me to come along the next day, I said no thanks.

I wonder if I should join a gym?
I wonder if I should sign up for the Idiar-walk this year?

I wonder what will get me moving???

I wish I knew how to motivate myself in this area.

Jan. 6, 2011

If you want to read just about the best thing I have read on taking care of yourself,
go read the short essay over at Mental Multivitamin.

but if you don't have fun doing this

That's all for now.

Jan 5, 2011

I inadvertently stepped away from the Living Healthfully writing for longer than I ever thought I would.

I have not quit. I have only taken a break.

In the last few weeks, I has slipped and failed and broken a healthy living rule every day.
I have not broken every rule every day. But I have not been perfect.

And like Lizzy's father says in Pride and Prejudice.

I am heartily ashamed of myself, Lizzy.
But don't despair, it will pass...
...and no doubt more quickly than it should.

Truly, with a house full of company and entertaining and going here and there and out to eat I could not live the spartan, disciplined, healthy life.

I did not start drinking soda again. I had perhaps one Diet Dr. Pepper and I did not like it. I tried a little Sierra Mist and found it too sweet. That was a happy note. My taste buds may have changed and I like that.

I ate many too many candies. We are given delicious candies over the holidays and I ate them little by little.
The whole box of toffee took a week to eat instead of 24 hours. That's an improvement.

But I think eating the candies has awakened my desire for sugar so I will be watching that carefully.

I did not eat only when I was hungry and I will try to establish those wise and healthy eating patterns again.

I am not hungry when I wake up and find it is easy to wait for hunger.
Now I just need to start making better choices again.

My head feels clear and most of my heavy thoughts have lifted.
This may be because I have not gotten on the scale.

That DAN scale.

So it is back in the saddle I go.

Cooking and choosing healthy foods and eating small, appropriate portions.

It can be done. It shall be done.