Well I haven't posted in a long time... too long. Fact is I was trying to write out the story of being diagnosed with cancer so you'd know how that went. Well I got all bogged down on the crappy details and what I thought you should know and then I hated what I wrote and it didn't have a direction or real point. It kinda sounded to me like a pity party and I try to only throw those occasionally. wink wink
I am obese... I have lost 90 lbs yeah!!! I was at 115 but have put on 25 lbs. So now I must work again...
groceries need to be healthy
menus for week lots of low fat protein combined with fruit and veggies
3k walking everyday
servings of food need to be appropriate.
Resources That I found that help
http://www.sparkspeople.com free program that has:
1. a place to manage menus calorie intake relative to the weight that would be healthy to loose with options for planned menus or you can add your own.
2. a place to track your activities from workouts to household tasks for calories burned that calculates relative to your weight.
ie. if you weigh 200lbs you burn more calories than a 150 lbs person would doing the same activity.
3. a place to track weight and measurements and progress
4. a healthy guideline that aides you to realize weight loss
5. a way to be involved in an online communities to assist with health issues, weight issues and to learn tips from other users.
This is a great tool that helped me start. It takes some time to get the hang of it however it is totally worth doing you can even
1) add your own food and nutritional values
2) make food groupings like 2 slices of bread 1/2 a tomato slice of cheese teaspoon of mayo and enter it all together saving you time and making it easir to actually keep doing
Ill write more about this later
catch you on the flip side
NUTSHELL- body of a crazy person
NUTSHELL- body of a crazy person
It is my desire to share knowledge that I have gained trying to
make my life work, I'm a Mom, Wife, Cancer Survivor, and live in
a nutshell. I don't plan on CANDY COATING any of what I have
learned. It is what worked for me and I expect my readers to
use their own judgement before implementing these things into
I am not a Doctor so if you do what Do know that it may not work for you please use your own judgement when deciding a course of action if in doubt talk with your Doc
Monday, January 9, 2012
When teachers in elementary school did role call they sometimes asked us to tell them what we would like to be when we grow up my answer was always the same a ceramic lady. To which the teacher would stop and ask me what I meant and I would tell them. My mom teaches ceramic classes in our home and I want to be like the women that come. Oh these ladies were wonderful. It was a sad day when I realized they would come but I would be in school all day and miss out. I digress. There were two other things I wanted to do in my life from the time I was small was be a wife and a mother.
I loved Babies my Sister was born when I was 4 and my brother was born the year after. I was in heaven Babies were my life. I remember them each coming home from the hospital and wanting to hold them and love them. Because I was so young this was a dangerous thing for them as I believe I dropped each one of them on their respective heads. I was the true girly girl.
My older sister was the bomb in my eyes. She was a tomboy strong and athletic popular and three years older. I also wanted to be just like her. The difference in our talents and strengths were compounded by the difference in our age.
My desire was a tall order that I strove hard to fill. She was ranked 7th best in Western Canada in diving. It was all I could do to put my hands together and tuck my head in before hitting the water; I had no awareness of my where my body was in space to be spoken of. Even though I was terrified of heights and I climbed a mountain (okay foothill) to be just like her only to find myself clinging to a steep slope with many loose rocks crying until my brave Uncle climbed up to rescue me.
I remember having a discussion with my aunt after that became important as I grew up. She told me that I was special and that I did not need to be like Pam to be special. To be honest I still want to be like her in many ways; she is still the bomb. Now when I look at her I admire her willingness and desire to help people learn, her ability to help me and others see good things about ourselves and her aptitude for breaking things into small steps that make the impossible possible.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
All my life I have thought and thought. I have thought so much that I couldn’t sleep or function somehow it felt like I had to figure things out, be prepared and do the correct thing in the right way. The times that I have made choices and taken action that were mistakes were things that I could burry for a time but they would rear their ugly head and overwhelm me.
Part of the thing that made these mistakes have such power over me was that I had an image I wanted the girl lady person who did everything right. As a child I was terrified of not meeting others expectations, relay racing was the worst thing I could ever contemplate in elementary school; everyone counting on me and screaming run run run faster, I was not athletic at all, and the prospect of disappointing my classmates tormented me.
In High school I found the attitude listen to them and repeat what they say and you will pass. I would write tests for myself and write them and predict if I would pass and was generally happy with a pass often I would get the same mark on my test as the teacher‘s. Up until high school everything that I shone in was taken from me and I didn’t see much in myself that was worthy. When I‘d put myself out there I would get shot down and be mortified by my stupidity. For example the class was assigned to write a descriptive sentence in English and in my vigor to make a difficult sentence I wrote one that did not all have the same tense. Mrs. Robertson demolished me by speaking scathingly about how poorly the sentences were written and then she read mine out loud and handed them back. I was in grade twelve and you can be sure I never risked anything in her class again. Peer pressure is out there but my pressure was my own making.
Part of me strove to do what I thought others wanted, another part of me learned that all I needed to do was listen and regurgitate what I was told and that was a pass. I Had two teachers that saw into me and unfortunately I did not grasp the opportunity they presented and I learned to hide my light under a bushel. The Unfortunate thing about hiding a lit candle under a bushel is the end product is burnt. By striving to be normal and placing such value on not being embarrassed I wound up in a nutshell.
Finding myself in that nutshell is what I am writing about and as I start I am worried what will my family think and do I want them to know all my secrets can I handle my mistakes being out there can my family take what I have to share about them will I be accepted in light of all this. And that my dear is the Question
Will I be Accepted?