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This or That? How do you prioritize and put yourself first?

Earlier this week I wrote about making the choice between having things or having experiences. It is easy for me to make those decisions, because I lean towards experiences now.

But not every decision is that easy for me. I am in an almost constant battle with myself about whether I should do this or that. I’m not sure why that is, but it gets so bad at times it stifles any decision, and I end up wasting time doing nothing.

Does that ever happen to you?

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Weekend – Wanderers!

The Santa Ana winds are kicking up, bringing us warm weather…so you know what that means?

We are off to explore the countryside, via motorcycle. 

The great thing about this bike is, we can bring our overnight bags and let the road take us where it will.

I hope your weekend takes you to amazing places!

Are you on my team?

My assignment this week for the Transform program is to gather my team.

Each week the program starts with a Life Lesson video to watch and consider. This week it is “Rally your Team”. The guidelines for this are to gather the people I feel safe declaring my goals and commitments.

Also the people who will hold me accountable, and who I can lean on to confess and unload my emotional baggage. That last one made me laugh. I have been doing that here for the last eight months!

Lastly, I am supposed to gather people on my team that notice me, care about me and will genuinely support my transformation. I’m supposed to make a list of these people.

Are you on that list?

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Finding courage

My oldest son graduated from high school in 2002. Which was the same year I got my real estate license, and the same year things started to change for me.

Recovering from divorce takes time, and money. I had spent the time healing from it, taking care not to drink or do anything destructive. That is except date a guy who was destructive.

How I missed the signs of emotional abuse from the beginning is beyond me.

He was an angry controlling man who lashed out at me and his daughter. What a complete mess I was in. I wrote before that it would take three events for me to finally break free of him. Continue reading

Let’s do this together – week two

I’ve been on the Fast Metabolism Diet for 10 days:

It will be interesting to see how the next few days/week play out. Diet wise, phase one, two and three are completely different. I thought phase three would incorporate the foods from the other two phases, but that’s not completely true.

Also, I am paying way too much attention to the diet and which foods I can eat when. That just puts my focus on food for the entire day. I don’t like that part.

Loved my workouts for the week! Super happy with getting back on track with regular workouts. Sticking with the Nia classes, riding my bike and doing some strength training. Had my first session with a personal trainer yesterday. She’s 60 and fit and strong. It was great to get some pointers from her. She also teaches a sculpt and stretch class that I will be incorporating into my workouts.

So, not sure about the FMD, but at least I did kick start my workouts again, and that’s a good thing.

Best of all, my motorcycle jacket fits better!


Weekend Home

Some weekends are about catching up. Catching up on sleep, catching up on a good book or binge watching Game of Thrones, or… catching up on chores.

Today we are catching up on chores, because we like our Sundays to be  Fundays.


helping me with my bike

I hate that I don’t know how to change my bike tires when they need it…but I  love having someone around who does.

Saturday's chores

I can’t believe at 58 I have to use a laundromat! Oh well, the joys of living in Santa Barbara.

Enjoy your Saturday!


Eclipsed by regret

I’ve been accused of having FOMO more than once. You know, Fear of Missing Out? Apparently it’s become such a big deal that it needs its own acronym. I used to take offense to it, thinking I was somehow a bad person because I had it.

I don’t really care anymore. I would rather be accused of having FOMO than regret. Which is where I am today, feeling regret.

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Do this, try that, this works better, don’t do that!

Low fat, high fat,

Low carbs, balanced carbs,

Do jumping jacks daily, don’t do high impact,

Never eat bananas again, just eat fruit, fruit is bad,

Bread is bad, grains are bad, eat whole grains,

Don’t eat legumes, just eat beans and rice,

You must do 60 minutes of cardo daily, just do 30 mins of cardo 3x per week,

Don’t eat meat, eat lots of meat,

Eat fish, don’t eat farmed fish,

The only way to lose fat is to exercise, there’s no need to exercise to lose weight,

No coffee, coffee is good for you,

No butter, put butter in your coffee,

Dairy is out, dairy is okay,

Eat everything, don’t eat anything,

No added sugar!


Okay, got that? Yeah, me too.


Trying to figure out what the best diet and exercise routine is best for you?

A look inside

I’m off today.

I don’t mean like off from work, I mean off emotionally.

We had a busy weekend working on a home we own that’s about six hours away from us. Each time we have been between tenants, we would head to the house to clean and paint and kept it looking good. We had renters in it for the past couple of years, and since they are out, it was time to go get it ready to sell.

We arrived on Friday night and were immediately disappointed by the state of the house. We’ve had renters in it before that have left it dirty and in disrepair, but this time was different.

The house was, for lack of a better word, worn. It was like stepping inside a once beautiful masterpiece, that was now faded and torn and lacking any luster of it’s glory years. It was sad to see it like that, and it got us down.

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Weekend Adventure – 2 Adults, 0 kids, 1 bike

Hope you have a great Saturday!

Weekend Woes…

I hate filing tax returns!! So much so, that I put it off…for like years.

When I was younger I thought it was a right of passage, now it’s just a pain. Don’t get me wrong, I’m okay with paying taxes, just not figuring out the paperwork.

How about you? What do you drag your feet about?

Italian Love

We need to talk… and, you might want to sit down for this.

I didn’t mean for this to happen, but last night I cheated. I know, I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself. I had every intention of staying loyal, but this Italian overtook my good senses.

From the second I walked into the place, I could feel my resolve fading away. All of my senses came alive as the aroma of sweet, sensual garlic filled the air. I told myself to stay strong, but the offering of warm fresh bread and a bowl of garlic soaked olive oil were dangled in front of me like Anteros, the Italian God of love and passion, and I was sucked in. Continue reading


Is it okay to cheat? Do you do it?

When I started telling people I am trying to lose weight and get back in shape, I got a lot of opinions and ideas on how to do it. I’m learning that there are as many ways of accomplishing that goal, as people who found what works for them.

Cut out sugar, don’t eat fat, avoid carbs, don’t eat fruit, just eat fruit, test your pH level, eat fat, eat whatever you want but in moderation, never eat grains, eat only plant base foods, just eat protein… and on and on.

One of the suggestions I have heard from several people, including my husband, is to have a “cheat day” each week. You know, a day to indulge and eat whatever you want. I know for a lot of people that works well.

For me it’s a slippery slope to allowing it to happen two, three, or six more days of the week, and I’m not sure why. Maybe once that door is opened, I feel like I’ve broken the “rules” and so fuck it, I might as well eat whatever I want.

Once that happens, another little voice starts whispering in my ear. She says, “You should love your body just the way it is. The average size woman in the US is 14. Embrace your curves. There’s nothing wrong with being a little overweight. Some women my height would love to be 175 pounds. Be happy!”

It is easy for me to listen to her, because I’ve gotten validation about all those things. I see it everywhere. And while those sentiments are good and affirming, they can also give me permission to cheat. Give me permission to go back to overeating, over indulging, and taking my scooter instead of my bike to the store.

How about you? What works for you? Do you give yourself a cheat day? How do you keep it to just one day?

Vulnerable Rebel?

How I see myself, and what’s reality can be quite different most times. Take riding my scooter, for instance. I can see myself on my pretty blue Vespa, sundress and sandals on with a baguette poking out from under a basket on the back.

But I’m a bit of a rule follower. I like to think of myself as a rule following rebel. I have a tattoo, but not too many people will see it. I have a Vespa, but I wear protective gear. Every time.

I thought about writing a post about giving oneself permission to be safe instead of cool. Or maybe saying safe is cool. So, yesterday I asked John to take some photos of me with my scooter showing my top of the line, super safe helmet, my full armored jacket, boots and jeans on, and gloves near by.

It was fun and we got a couple of good shots. I was able to find one I thought was cool and I posted it.

When I look at that picture, I feel good about myself. I look a little bit like a rebel too.

In reality, I was feeling fat and hyper sensitive about many of my features. My face looks funny, I’m squinting, my belly looks fat, my jeans are showing my fat….blah, blah, blah.

So today I feel a little guilty about posting that photo. It was the old me saying, “look how cool I am!” which translates to “please like me”. I didn’t do what I set out to do as much as go right back to that old mantra.

What I want to do is learn how to be happy with me, by exposing my insecurities to anyone who cares to listen (are you listening, Loretta??). And maybe help anyone else who feels like I do.

So I’ll keep working on it.

Weekend Off…

… to go check out my new saddle for my bike. I’ve been riding this bike for a couple of years now, and it kills my butt every time! I finally did some research and found out manufacturers are making saddles that are actually designed for women!


What are you off to do?

I let a couple of screws get me down

I’m hard on myself sometimes. And I don’t mean just metaphorically. I mean like dropping a five-pound mallet on my right foot, or cutting my left thumb. Somehow, I keep injuring the same areas.

Four years ago, I dropped a crystal clock on my right foot…this was a few years after dropping the mallet. Man did that hurt. That damn clock was a gift from an old real estate client of mine who was ready to sue me because she was sure the home she purchased was giving her headaches. I managed to avert getting sued by selling that home and helping her buy a new one, affectively earning me thousands of dollars and…. a lead crystal clock, which smashed my foot.

I grew up in a family that believed you don’t go to the doctor unless you’re brought there by ambulance. So I just let my foot heal on it’s own. That was a mistake.

I managed to hobble along on it just fine, and it felt better before long, so I just figured, that was that. About a year later, I was in so much pain I couldn’t walk without crying. John insisted on taking me to see a doctor, and that started a long journey of injections and physical therapy, and ultimately ended in surgery to fuse the joint in my big toe.

For three years, I let that foot slow me down and even stop me from exercising. Not walking properly, lead to my knees and hips hurting. My knees got so bad, I went to see yet another doctor who told me I had chondromalacia; a tracking problem with my kneecaps. He said I’d had it from birth, and it would get worse when I got older, like in my 40’s. When I told him I was 57, he said, “oh, you are already old!”. Thanks doc.

Turns out all those years riding my bike had kept my knees tracking the way they are supposed to. And I love riding my bike, so why did I let a bum foot stop me for so long?

I think there are times we get in a rut. We think, “well, this is the way it is now”, and just live with it. But I also think that’s how we let age sneak up on us and define us as old and aching.

I don’t want to do that any longer. Time for a bike ride.


The Great Cover-Up

Growing up on the western shores of Lake Michigan was the best. I think it seared my love for the beach into my soul. We hung out on those beaches as often as possible, and it was always a treat.

As a teenager I would put Sun-In on my hair, baby oil on my skin, and get as blond and tan as I could. All my friends hung out there too, and it was like growing up in a Beach Party movie.

I always wore a bikini, like most of the girls. It was the 70’s and we were young and didn’t care if we let it all hang out.

Later on, after having my kids, I thought maybe I was supposed to wear a one-piece suit, you know, something more adult and mom-like. I think we do that to ourselves sometimes…act like we are “supposed to”.

It didn’t take long before I abandoned that notion and went back to my bikini. I felt like I could get away with it because I was skinny. Only skinny girls get to wear bikinis, right?

Growing up in the 70’s on the heels of the Twiggy movement, thin was in and it was engrained in us to aspire to be one of the skinny ones. If you had ANY body fat, you sure didn’t show it. Cover it up, girl!

So, unfortunately I still have that tag line running in my head. Cover it up. I’m trying to let go of it, but it’s like set in stone inside my head.

I live at the beach now and it’s my favorite place to be, and I’m struggling with what to wear. Most days, I just wear my shorts and a shirt. Apparently, there’s a lot of other women who are struggling with this too, because my facebook feed keeps showing me Modlily ads for two piece bathing suits that are nothing like the ones I wore on the beach in Silver Lake.

So, I succumbed to the ads and bought my first Modlily two-piece. Now I can go to the beach and make sure I “cover that shit up”.

Screw it….now where did I put that bikini?


Inspiration comes from the strangest places.

Have you ever seen that Modern Family episode where Phil tells his wife, Claire, that he had lunch with a colleague who recommended the wedge salad, and that she should try it? It’s one of my favorites, because Claire is upset with him, as she had been saying how great the wedge salad was for years… but Phil never listened.

I don’t think it’s that we don’t want to listen to our people; it’s just that we can’t hear them sometimes. Sometimes, it takes someone else saying the say thing, for our brains to connect.

I’ve been thin most of my life. Except for the last four years. Friends and family have offered good advice for what has worked for them. I’ve tried most, except one.

Last week, I had lunch with a very good friend of my son’s. He was in town visiting his family, and I hadn’t seen him in about seven years. It was great catching up and chatting about life. He’s one of those people who should probably be a motivational speaker because just about everything he says, you find yourself excited about.

I mentioned that losing weight in my 50’s has been so much harder than any time in my life. He chuckled and said he felt the same after 30. He mentioned that he went on the ketogenic diet and it worked well for him and he felt great. When I got home, I looked it up and pretty much started following it right away. I feel great, and I’ve lost five pounds already.

I told my husband about it, and he said (with a bit of frustration), “yeah, that’s the diet I’ve been telling you about…where you go into ketosis and burn fat”.

Next time, I’ll try to listen better.


The day after

I let it all hang out yesterday.

With encouragement from my husband, I posted my first revealing, realistic, relevant photo of myself…in my underwear. The truth is, I was nervous as hell. I was sure I was going to be publicly shamed, virtual stones thrown, maybe even rotten fruit and vegetables, all while everyone was laughing.

In reality, a couple of things happened. Luckily, not many people saw the photo. Of course, that was carefully executed on my part. I just started this blog and have very few followers. But the other thing that happened was, I got some really cool messages from people. All positive.

My favorite was from my sister. Her quote: “My sister, you have balls of steel! I am so proud of you!” I have to say, that made my day.

I also got a message from an old friend from high school. Started out pretty much the same as my sister’s comment… “balls… big ones”, which made me laugh. As we chatted via messenger, he also revealed to me something interesting. He said my glamour shot was impressive, but intimidating. And my reality shot put him at ease about his own self-image.

That was such a profound and honest statement.

I would bet most of us feel the same way. We have put our social persona on such a pedestal, and the stakes just keep getting higher and higher. Exposing and finding everyday, ordinary people is comforting, and relatable.

With that said…I did wake up and go for a bike ride first thing this morning. I don’t mind being relatable by exposing my fat…but hopefully I can continue to do that while getting back into a healthy body.

Exposing the truth

How did this happen?

Five years ago, I was in great shape and looked my best. I mean, just look at this picture!!

That’s the kind of picture you wish you could post and share. I was 53 and single, and did a glamour photo shoot for my then boyfriend, John.

Here I am five years later at 58, and wow, what a difference. Notice the practical, unsexy bra goes perfectly with the practical, unsexy underwear.

And…how did I get so out of shape??

The interesting thing about these photos; is you can’t tell by the first one, that I was a wreck. I was getting into yet another relationship. I was so scared and nervous, and I wasn’t eating. I was in shape thanks to the stress diet.

The second photo shows an out of shape (let’s just go ahead and say, fat), comfortable, married…happy woman. Sure, I need to lose 30 pounds and yes, I need to get in shape so that I stay healthy, but the outside isn’t all there is to us.

It’s funny, when I decided to write this, I thought I’d be exposing my fat and talking about dieting and getting back into shape. I think I just had a light bulb moment…

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