A week on the road with John sure set my diet and exercise back! Not only did I spend a lot of time sitting, but I also reverted to my husband’s eating schedule. Eating two big meals per day works well for him.
For me, that plan doesn’t work so well. In January I went back to eating the way I have for most of my life. I eat five times per day, making sure to get breakfast in within 30 minutes of waking up. And at 58, it’s how I keep my metabolism going.
That and exercise.
You know when you get something new and it becomes the favorite thing?
It get’s put at the top of the list and you almost forget the other things you love.
Every since we got our new bike, it has been the favorite new toy. And we have really enjoyed it!
running around the state on our new big bike
In January we pretty much spent every weekend on that bike. But this weekend we thought we’d dust off our other two wheelers and have some fun. Continue reading
Things are going pretty good in my life right now. You may have noticed, if you’ve been following me on one of my social media platforms. And, I’m grateful for this moment in time.
It’s not always like this, and I know it won’t last either. I’m not being negative or looking for trouble, I just know life is ever-changing. We go through good times, sometimes not even noticing how great those moments are, until we hit a low and wonder what the hell happened.
I’ve been through some very difficult, unhappy times in life. And man have I gone down the wrong path…more than once. I’m pretty sure I’ve known I was heading the wrong direction and saw warning signs, which I completely ignored.
Wonder why I do that?
Well, actually it’s John, but you get the point. It’s good to be home for the weekend!
We have been wanderers for the last month and a half and it’s been fun. We both love to travel, even if just a weekend road trip, but it is great to be home for a change.
I feel so lucky to live in a sunny warm climate, even though this morning’s walk was a chilly 49 degrees. As I headed out the door, I thought about last week and my accomplishments. I exercised and ate healthy every day.
So today marks my “reward” day, for staying on track all week. Continue reading
Here we are, 10 days into January 2018. Did you start a new diet/exercise program on New Year’s Day? If so, are you still on it?
It’s okay if you stopped…
I’ve tried a few different diets and not one of them has worked for me. By that I mean, I didn’t stick with them. And, if I can’t stick with it, it’s not going to work. So I quit.
You can’t be a quitter!
When heading to a destination, I’m generally the kind of person who wants to take the fastest route there. I even get a sense that I have to be in a hurry, because I want to get to where ever we are going, as fast as possible.
I realize I do that in my everyday life. Hurry.
For me, beach time alleviates stress. It’s almost impossible to hang on to stress or worry when I’m at the beach.
I’ve been feeling stressed these last few days, trying to get everything done before leaving on Weds for the East Coast. I have a hard time allowing myself time to fit in fun or even time at the beach.
Do you do that? How do you get rid of stress when you have so much on your plate?
Have you ever let someone else’s words dictate how you act, or react? I have. It’s not even a conscious thing, more of a subtle reflex really.
I denied that I have exercise-induced asthma for years. Partly because I try not to own a condition, like “I have asthma” or “I have ‘whatever’ ”. I don’t want it to define me. But another reason I ignored my asthma was because of what other people have said to me.
I’ve heard asthma described as a fake disease, or one that kids who need attention have. And I’ve heard this more than once, from several people. I wonder why that is? Why do some people decide that a condition is fake or nonsense? Continue reading
I love Thanksgiving week. Most people have a short workweek, and are planning menus and family get-togethers. I just finished my grocery shopping and bought way too much food for our small gathering on Thursday.
But I’m okay with having an abundance of food in the coffers. It makes me feel like I’m a good ‘provider’, having lots of food in the house. I’ve stepped up my exercise game so to speak, also. John and I have been walking at least 5 miles each day, and I’ve put in time at the gym too. Continue reading
There is something wonderful about starting my day watching a sunrise. John and I like to get up early and head out to watch the sun light up the world. It is one of our favorite things to do. Sometimes we ride our bikes, and other times we are on the road. We’ve climbed to the top of El Toro many times to catch the fist light of day.
Sunrise from the top of El Toro
I’ve made some decisions I’m very proud of and perhaps the best one was giving my boys a country/farm experience when they were growing up.
My boys spent their youth outside running, playing up in the tree fort, climbing trees, chasing bullfrogs, taking care of animals, and helping with all of the farm chores. We didn’t have cable television, and it was before the Internet, but they got plenty of entertainment outside.
Have you ever said, “Just a minute” to someone who was trying to get your attention? I used to say it all the time, especially to my kids.
One day when my youngest son was about five years old, he responded to my ‘just a minute’ with, “Why do adults make minutes seem like hours?” I stood there looking at him with my mouth opened to say something back, but no words came out.
There are some years in my life that don’t really stand out much. Just another year that went by with no life changing event or trauma. After everything I’ve been through, I kind of cherish those years. But 1992 was a year I remember fondly.
Buying a small farm and fixing it up was challenging, but so very rewarding. The day we moved into our little farm was my 32nd birthday, and Mother’s Day. I was born on Mother’s Day, so every few years or so, my birthday falls on that Sunday. When that happens most of my friends are busy celebrating Mother’s Day, and so I usually don’t count on a big to do.
That day was different.
…continued from part one
Remember I told you I was raised on a farm, right? Well, I was no stranger to the non-romantic side of farm life.
Sunday was ‘chicken day’ on our family farm. My dad would get a large pot of boiling water, grab a chicken and break it’s neck with his big strong hands, then grab it by it’s feet, dunk it in the hot water and hand it to one of us. All in one swift motion. I could barely hold up that stinky wet dead chicken with my left hand as I plucked its feathers out with my right.
So I should be able to handle a few inbred cats, right?
I love a good road trip. Especially when shared.
I got a chance to do a ride along, with my oldest son, from Southern Oregon to home in Southern California. We stayed on the Rogue River, which was stunning, serene and just plain soul soothing.
Fishing the Rogue
View from the cabin
Heading South, we stopped at Castle Crags in Shasta. Easy hike up to the vista for spectacular views.
Vista hike to Castle Crags
The road brought many interesting finds…some with dollars on the ceiling.
and chance encounters with the locals…I imagined these two old friends sitting together each morning, having coffee. They shared with me that the local market had the best coffee. I smiled, knowing it also had the only coffee in town.
Copernicus snoozed between stops and was happy to just be with us.
I wonder what the rest of the trip home will bring…
Happy Saturday everyone 🙂
When you experience a death of a parent at a young age, your life gets measured into two pieces. You see your life before the event, and then after. It’s like there’s a crack in your personal timeline that you have to hop over each time you recall memories.
At least it’s that way for me. When I look at my life and think about my past everything is measured as either Before Mom Died, or After Mom Died.
John grew up in Morgan Hill and spent much of his youth climbing El Toro behind the family home.
He has pulled me up that hill a few times, but it’s been several years since we’ve been back up.
Until this morning…
yes, he is barefoot…
It took 30 minutes just to get the the part that was so steep I had to use the ropes to assist.
Great place to catch the sunrise through the hot smokey sky.
Amazing views up there!
But I was happy to be heading down!
Happy Labor Day Weekend! Stay cool
It’s Friday, September 1st…the beginning of Labor Day weekend, and the beginning of the end of summer.
We’ve had a lovely summer and I am looking forward to fall. Autumn is my favorite time of year. I think it comes from growing up in Michigan. You can feel the change in the air, and there is something magical about that for me.
This was the time of year the grapes that grew just up the hill from our garden were ripe. I would run up there each morning and pick a fat bunch so Mom could put them in my lunchbox.
I remember riding the bus to school in the fall, looking out the window and counting the buckets that were hanging from the maple trees. The mornings were crisp and cool and the afternoons were so warm we would be dragging our coats home with us.
Taking the bus home from school, my brothers and I would get off at the farm that was over the hill and through the woods behind our place. It was so fun running through those cool dark woods towards home. Sometimes we would stop to look for the last morel mushrooms that would be growing under the damp leaves.
I think the other reason I loved autumn so much was because it was also the end of summer work. There were no more cherries to pick, the garden had been harvested, and we could spend the early evenings outside playing hide and go seek.
It was the best time of year. And it still is for me.
Go enjoy your long weekend…because after autumn, winter is coming.
Moving to Oregon in the late ‘70’s turned out to be a lot of fun for me.
Disco was still popular and I would spend most nights dancing my heart out at the discotheque. There seemed to always be something going on in the city, which made it easy to find friends. And I had a great job working for a real estate developer.
Life was good.