August challenges yet to be achieved

I cannot believe that August is nearly done.

Cannot believe it.

The month won’t end, though, without first giving me a few more challenges to solve.

1.  Learning to habitually weigh and measure my foods.

2.  Learning to lean away from the table earlier.

3.  A knack for logging my food more consistently.

4.  Continued weighing, daily.

I am having a really hard time getting myself to weigh and measure my food. I am really resistant to this habit.  I don’t want to do it, which presents challenge no. 5 and the last I will share with you today.

5.  Work on being less resistant to changes that help you meet your overall goal for health.

That’s it for me. What about you? What challenges will you work on as summer turns into fall?



Falling Leaves–Summer Leaving


I don’t know about you, but I am so glad that summer is nearing an end.

I’m not glad because I hate summer, just the opposite is true.

I’m not glad because I enjoy winter, just the opposite is true.

I’m not grumbling because my heating bills are about to go up, or I will need to buy a new winter coat (although I am looking forward to that), or because the kids are going back to school.

I’m glad that summer is nearing her end because the picnics will stop.

I know there are some people reading this post who will say that you need to eat the same, picnic or no, invitation to someone’s back yard, or no, fancy receptions for summer weddings, or no.

I know.

But I am among those who find it really hard to pass up a piece of yummy wedding cake smothered with butter cream frosting when everyone around me is indulging. And eating before I go to these events doesn’t help much. It does help with the calorie load, but it doesn’t help with the cravings.

I will be glad to have the picnics, the receptions, the back yard BBQs and the summer fruit fests cease. At least for a while.

As fall approaches, I’m trying to detox, zone in on my plan of action, readjust my eating patterns, and get back to fresh, raw eating once again. When I eat raw and fresh:

My body aches less

My body works better

I sleep better

I feel better

I have more energy

I experience less hormonal shifts

I have hope for tomorrow

Food obsession is accursed and cravings are the worst, but I have to remember that I have a great cloud of witnesses that encircle me. From them, I am always able to gain strength and wisdom, whenever I am willing to look to them, listen to them, draw from them, and reach out to them.

You might be one of THEM!

If so, I thank you.

Thank you for being an example of determination.

Thank you for sharing your strength with me.

Thank you for continuing the fight against obesity on the blogosphere.

Thank you for commenting on this page.

Thank you for suggesting things I can try.

Thank you for telling me what you’re doing.

Thank you for pressing on.

You’re my inspiration many days.

Summer is nearing its end. I will be sad to put away the kayak (although we have a few more weeks left to enjoy her). I will be sad to see the leaves fall and the snows arrive, but hey, its only 6-8 months that she’ll be gone, right? The picnics, the wedding receptions, the back yard BBQs, and the other challenges to my eating plan will reappear. By then, though, I’ll be ready for summer, with new plans in place, new routines established, new exercises learned–maybe a few Tai Ji classes under my belt–and new attitudes firmly in place.

The circle of life can be daunting or refreshing, depending on how you process it, right?

I’m reaching for the positive bent as summer melts into fall. I’m also back to weighing every day and reporting my food, because that’s what works for me.

The Good News: I live in one of the most beautiful places on the planet from early September to mid-October.  Bring on the pumpkins, the leaf piles, the fleece jackets, and the apple cider. I’m almost ready to embrace them all. Almost.

What do you like best about summer’s end, and autumn’s blossom?  What are you doing right now to squeeze every last ounce of summer outta her before she’s gone?

Trouble with a capital T


Lately, I’ve been lamenting the fact that my weight loss has slowed. Wait, scratch that. I’ve been worried about my slow weight loss. No, wait, that’s not right either. I’ve been exasperated with how slow the weight has been coming off. No, No, NO, that’s not it either.

I think what is really bugging me is that I’m not as enthusiastic about losing weight as I once was, and that is frustrating, worrisome, and exasperating for me.

Yes, that’s what the matter is–I’ve lost focus.

It all started when I read some literature that suggested it’s not all about the scale. The article I read talked about how stepping on the scale every day is akin to bondage and that it displaces God in the weight loss process, suggesting my trust should be in a machine designed to measure physical mass and not in the One who designed not just my body, but my spirit, my mind, my emotions, and my ability to interact with others of my species successfully.

It all made sense to me at the time.

I felt like I really had made the scale into a god. It was my master and I had to check in with it each morning to get my marching orders for the day. It did seem that I had become unbalanced in my approach to CHANGE, that scary, but little one syllable word.  It did seem like I had put too much emphasis on physical recovery from food addiction, as opposed to the three-pronged approach I have been taught to be mindful of:  physical, spiritual, and emotional.  It was at that point that I made a decision not to weigh myself every day.  Instead, I would pray and trust, and believe that God would give me directions and I would follow them, and we would be fine without that scale.  The truth is that one day I might be able to quit the scale and quit the reporting, but this is not that day.  THIS is weight loss I’m trying to achieve, and in the same way that disciplines work in other areas of life, I need disciplines and guidelines to help me direct my weight loss efforts.  It’s not God’s fault that I need these things.  After years of abuse with food, I have killed my ability to eye ball it, go it alone, or slide into home base without assistance from the field.  I did that, not God. It’s not His fault.

So often, one bad choice leads to another.

Following a decision to no longer weigh myself on a daily basis, I decided I was bored with reporting my food, too.  Hey, at least you’ve got to give me credit for going full-bore in the wrong direction. No half measures for this gal.  I was going all the way with this trust thing.  I didn’t need any outside help.  All I needed was God and hope and time to make the miracle happen.  Again, where do I get these notions?  Isolation is a part of my obesity pattern.

So, here’s where I’m at today: 

I have decided that not weighing daily gives me permission to not pay attention to my physical recovery–not what my program teaches.  This concept is death to me.

I have decided that not reporting my food is not an option for me.  In fact, it is equally as dangerous as not weighing myself every day, because I have weasel tendencies where food is concerned and I need to be accountable for what I eat.

I have decided that if I can’t exercise the way I want to exercise–dang foot and back–I can make myself available to my friends and associates, to help them with the projects they have taken on and to get my calorie burn in that way.  All movement counts.

I have also decided that kayaking is good for my back. Go figure. I would not have thought so, but both times I have gone kayaking in August my back has felt much better afterward.  Maybe its the increased oxygen flow from paddling that has made it so, I dunno, but I’m glad for the change.

Beginning AGAIN, today, I will be weighing, reporting, and helping others in an attempt to help myself get back on track.  My weight is still stable, but I have more weight to lose and it is not coming off quickly enough.  I need to kick it into high gear this fall and get the scale moving down again.  Funny thing:  Although not weighing was supposed to free me up to trust more, I have discovered that while God is faithful, I am not.  I need accountability to keep me on track and moving forward.  I hope I have that lesson learned.  I’m excited to begin again!

Kayaking, August Goals, and Herons

Yep, it happened to me.


I dumped my kayak in the lake and my dry body with it. Luckily I had four angels present to help me out when I did (and probably many more, unseen by human eyes).

Today, I’m thankful that:

The water was warm!
The night was gorgeous!
I had those others there to rescue me!
My sister-in-law loves me, no matter how clumsy I am.

I got to see a blue Heron perching in the top of a pine tree and calling out to nature. What an experience, I didn’t know they did that.


I’m also thankful that…

I didn’t drown.
I faced one of my lingering kayaking fears in a safe environment.
I witnessed God working through the patience and humor of others.

I was able to laugh at myself, and I know now that I don’t want an open kayak when I buy my own. Yes, I will be buying one soon.

Last night I was reminded what it means to trust God with my life.

I know my hubby loves me. He expressed his anxiety afterward, at looking across the lake seeing my boat was upside down and me nowhere to be found.

I had an experience I never would have had, had I not taken a chance and lived in the moment.

It was GREAT! I’m ready to go again!!!! 😀

In other news:
My weight is stable.
I keep dealing with the same three pounds.
I need to tweak my food plan.
I’m having guests over this weekend.
Work is going well.
I’m thinking about joining a Tai Ji group.
I never did bike ride this summer.
I’m less than enthusiastic about fall’s early arrival.
Hubs and I are planning a trip to NH and CT in September, if not before.
Life is good! God is great. Change is possible!!

I keep telling myself:  Keep showing up every day. Keep doing your research. Keep trusting in yourself. It WILL pay off in the end.

August Goals:
Kayak as much as possible.
Share my life with positive people.
Be grateful for my many blessings.
Work on a revised food plan.