Walking, Winds, Wrecks and Worrying

Yesterday was a bitch of a day.

I've been sick with a nasty upper respiratory infection for the last couple of days. I had every intention of staying in bed since I was off work, but I woke up bright and early and my first thought was to get up and walk.

"Absolutely NOT!" I reprimanded myself, "you're sick, you need to stay in bed!"  So I got up, made breakfast and went straight back to bed. I tossed and turned for a a while before it finally dawned on me that my body was use to being up during the day and sleeping was not an option.  My mind yelled "WALK" but I beat the thought down and turned on the TV, telling myself that I needed to spend a lazy day in bed...at least until Bella got home.  As soon as the TV came on there was an intro about a woman who lost 160 lbs in a year and had documented her loss by taking pictures of herself in dressing rooms as she bought new clothes.  I listened to the woman talking about her weight loss experience, trying to silence the nagging "walk...walk...walk" playing over and over in my mind, but I had no luck. So giving up to the inevitable I got dressed, asked my son to accompany me, and we went off to walk my favorite trail.

I only intended to walk the first 1.5 miles of the trail then turn around and come back which would make a 3 mile walk (my goal is 3 miles a day for this week) however when we got to the 1 1/2 mile mark I decided to finish the entire trail. Bad decision on my part.  By the time we got half way done on our return trip it was really a challenge to get air and my right foot was hurting so badly I was limping.

We finally finished the walk (4 miles in a little over 1 hour...not my best time by far!) and my son invited me to lunch at Cracker Barrel...I inwardly groaned because although their food is delicious it is not necessarily diet friendly. Since they have no nutritional value menu I settled for something safe - pinto beans.  High in nutritional value and not horrible for calories.

After lunch I was ready to go to bed, but DJ said we had one more quick stop he had to make. Then he pulled into a shoe store and surprised me by buying me two pairs of GOOD walking shoes.  He said he saw how committed I was and it was obvious that my current $19 shoes weren't giving my feet the support they needed. He then followed the purchase up by having me stand on some kind of weird machine that scanned my feet and said I have very low arches and lots of pressure points that were problems. He bought special inserts for my shoes that promised to fix the problem and we were off.

When I got home Hurricane Sandy was just getting ready to hit the east coast so I turned on the TV and started watching the news updates, worrying about all of my friends who were in it's path.
I said many prayers of safety for the millions of people affected, especially those who I loved.

I decided to look through Facebook to see if any of them had posted updates only to see a post that my best friend of 30 years had been in a horrible car accident and had been taken to Barnes Hospital where she was awaiting surgery.

I immediately called her husband who assured me she was okay, but her left heel was badly broken and they were going to have to do surgery to get it back into place.  My first instinct was to get dressed and rush to the hospital but he told me to stay home and he would give me frequent updates. NOT what I wanted to hear, but considering how sick I'd been feeling and the amount of goo I've been coughing up I knew he was right.  So I sat and cried, worried to death about Lynda.

I stayed up late waiting from word on Lynda and my friends in the hurricane, but apparently fell asleep waiting.

By this morning I'd heard from those nearest and dearest to me, and I've been able to talk to Lynda twice. I would have laughed when I talked to Lynda because she was obviously under the influence of some heavy duty pain killers, but she sounded so pitiful I couldn't find anything to laugh about. Our friendship is so much deeper than that of "best" friends, we're each other's yin and yang, we're co-mothers to Brandi...we are ALWAYS there for each other and I feel terrible that I'm not there sitting by her hospital bed. In two weeks she will have a second surgery to put a steel plate in her foot to hold everything together, and you can bet I'll be well and will be there to hold her hand.

So I ask all of you to pray for my friend as she starts to heal. Pray for her family because this is going to be a big financial blow to them.  Pray for all those affected by Hurricane Sandy, and pray that I am able to make it through the next three nights at work...because I still feel like death warmed over.

My Girls

Top Row: Heather, Russo, Brandi
Bottom Row: Amy, Bella and Elma

 

 

 



I believe that your family is not necessarily those with blood ties. I have dozens of aunts, uncles and cousins that I haven't seen in years, in fact some I've never even met, that I have no emotional ties to. However I have sisters and a brother that have no biological connection but are no less my family. I would do anything for them, I would die to save them. I love them with my whole heart.

I was lucky, neither of my biological parents believed in labels such as "step" or "half". Both my biological parents married people who also became my parents and in turn brought me more sisters and brothers. Combined I have a large family which included 5 sisters and 3 brothers (funny sidebar, I have a father and two brothers named Jim or Jimmy)

There is no better example of how this has held true throughout my life than with my children. I gave birth to two children; DJ and Brandi, but I have 4 other daughters that I love as much as if they'd come from my body.

Brandi is my biological daughter and has the strongest spirit and determination of any person I've ever met. She was not a planned pregnancy but I remember taking a pregnancy test at home and then falling to my knees in the bathroom and praying the entire five minutes I had to wait to find out it was positive, and then I just cried tears of joy for another five minutes.  I had a difficult pregnancy with Brandi and was hospitalized often due to hemorrhaging. But even in my womb she was determined to survive and she made her appearance after 60 hours of labor (24 hours at home and 36 hours in the hospital.)

Brandi is a mini me...she looks like me and has my temperament, which has often led to us having heated conversations and more than one door being slammed.  She's 22 now, but she's still my baby.

The first bonus daughter is Amy.  I met Amy when my first husband responded to a call at her home. She was so young, barely a teenager but he knew immediately that I should meet her. I knew the moment I met her that she would be in my life forever and 23 years later she's still here.  Amy has overcome so much in her life but she never lost her determination to be someone I would be proud of...and I am overflowing with pride in Amy.  She served her country in the military, she is a fabulous mother to five children, and she owns her own private investigation company. She's strong and confident...the complete opposite of what she was like when we met. I wish I could take a small portion of the credit but I can't. Amy has worked her ass off to get to where she is today, she's done it all on her own, sometimes falling but always picking herself back up and moving forward.

My second bonus daughter was Heather.  Heather's family moved in just down the street from us several years ago, long before Brandi became ill.  It seemed like if Brandi wasn't at Heather's house then Heather was at ours. I use to sit downstairs and listen to them giggle when Heather would spend the night and it always made my heart smile. I think I realized that Heather had become my bonus daughter the night she and Brandi were getting ready for a school dance at our house. As I helped them get ready and took pictures I looked at the girls and knew that Heather was my girl as surely as Brandi was.

Heather is smart...REALLY smart, and will be graduation from college before long. She's a hard worker, often working two jobs to support herself and pay for school, but even more important she has been a loyal friend to Brandi.

My third bonus daughter is Russo, whose name is actually Alexandria...but she'll always be Russo to me. Heather introduced Russo to Brandi and before long they became best friends.  Brandi and Russo are more than best friends, they're sisters of the heart.  They both lost their fathers when they were young, they were both raised by fantastic, fun mothers (love to you Shelly) and they both are wonderful mothers. Russo just gave birth to her first child last week, little baby Peyton who is absolutely adorable.  From the moment I found out Russo was expecting I laid a grandmother claim on the child.

Russo has the type of loyalty to Brandi - and our entire family - that you only read about in books.  I have no doubt that she would physically rip out her own pancreas and donate it to Brandi if it was possible, their love and bond is that strong.

And finally my fourth bonus daughter, my beloved Elma.

When I first met Elma I didn't like her...at all. As a matter of fact I believe I referred to her as that "crazy Bosnian chick".  She dated my son for over a year and before long I realized that I actually kind of liked having her around, we'd just started off on the wrong foot.  About 6 months into their relationship I started praying that this was the girl DJ would marry, but it wasn't meant to be. I made sure that both she and DJ knew that just because they weren't a couple any longer didn't mean that I loved Elma any less or was any less devoted to her.  I love this girl, with my whole heart I adore her. I knew she loved me too, but I don't know if I understood how deep her love for me was until I was hospitalized with a mini-stroke earlier this year. The minute she heard she rushed to the hospital and the moment she saw me laying in the hospital bed she started sobbing...deep heart wrenching sobs.  It took me about ten minutes to get her calmed down and realize I was fine, but I knew she had reacted exactly how any daughter who loves her mother would react when they fear they're going to lose their parent. She's as devoted to me as I am to her. 

It's funny how life works out, I always wanted six children and thank God, it looks like I got them.

What the heck is going on?

Strange things are happening...VERY strange things!

For example, for the last 20 years or so the moment I woke up I craved a Coke. I'm not talking wanted one...I mean CRAVED one...the same way coffee drinkers have to have that first cup of coffee before they can function in the morning. 

But that's not all....I'm craving bananas...and unsweetened tea...and lean meats like chicken, steak, and turkey.  When I want a snack I immediately reach for fruit instead of chips or candy.  Better yet, I've started checking my nutritional check list (6 oz grains, 2 1/2 cups veggies, 1 1/5 cups fruit, 3 cups dairy, 5 oz protein) when I'm deciding what to eat and choosing foods from the categories where I'm lacking!

Instead of sitting on my butt when I'm home, I'm constantly trying to think up new activities that include lots of walking or other exercise for me and Bella. Go to a movie? Nope, lets go to the zoo or take a nature walk through the woods instead. 

Today I woke up and saw it was raining. The old me would have cheered and said, "Yay, I don't have to walk today!" but instead I felt disappointment...REAL disappointment, because I knew it would be too busy at to get any walking done. So I hauled my big old bottom out of bed, put on my walking clothes and headed to the mall where I walked laps around the upper level....LOTS of laps...3 miles worth of laps.  Then I came home, showered and went to work...and you know what...I felt GOOD, really good! The muscles in my legs no longer spasm and ache after my walks, and even though my right foot still hurts with every step, I've discovered when I'm in my "walking zone" I don't feel the pain. Gotta love those endorphins!

And the best part is I feel happy, happier than I've felt in years.  Sure, I'm still fat and out of shape, but I won't be forever because I'm working my ass of to get healthy...NOT thin...HEALTHY! I've only lost a little over 10 lbs so far, but I've lost 9 inches...NINE FREAKING INCHES!!! My pants are all baggy, my shirts that did fit are now baggy and several that were too tight only three weeks ago no fit well.

I have goals, goals which all involve physical activity by the way...I want to do my 50/50/50 walk...50 miles in 50 hours at 50 years old.  I want to ride in the JDRF Ride to a Cure...and you know what, I have no doubt I will do both!

I still eat things that aren't necessarily healthy for me, but in moderation.  When I'm craving candy or chocolate instead of eating a bag of licorice or a couple candy bars I eat 3 midget Tootsie Rolls (35 calories for all three) or if I'm wanting a bagel slathered in cream cheese I eat a bagel thin with 1 wedge of Laughing Cow cream cheese...and I still allow myself 1 Coke a day, but there's been several days when I didn't have any soda because it never entered my mind to drink one!

Yes indeed...strange happenings are afoot...but I'm loving all of them!

10,000 Steps

I think I may have become addicted to walking during the last three weeks. I've always liked walking, but the more weight I gained the less I walked because, lets face it...hauling this much weight around is hard work.

When I was a young girl my dad use to say you should never stand when you can sit and you should never sit when you could lay down. At the time I thought he was serious, but in hindsight I know he was not because my dad walked...a LOT.  We lived in a very rural town in the middle of 65 acres, so when bad weather hit and the road leading to the highway had too much snow to drive through he would walk several miles to town and back to pick up whatever supplies we needed.  He never complained, even when it was freezing cold...he just did what he had to do to take care of his family.

When researching weight loss and exercise for obese women the #1 thing listed on each site was walking.  Walking fast, walking slow, uphill or down...it didn't matter as long as I got off my butt and WALKED!

So I've been walking, every single day without fail. As suggested I started slow, 1 mile per day (2000 steps) and I've upped it each week. Most days I did a little more than I was suppose to, one day - quite by accident - I did a LOT more and ended up walking over 6 miles...but I have met my goal every day.  I've noticed that I'm actually doing things to walk extra steps, like parking in the farthest parking space from the door rather than the closest, walking down flights of stairs rather than taking the elevator (admittedly I'm not walking up the stairs, but I will eventually), having races with my granddaughter instead of watching television.

This week's goal is 2 1/2 miles (5000 steps) each day.  I don't have to walk it all at one time, I keep a highly rated pedometer in my pocket at all times and it keeps track of my steps for me.  In the evening I simply see how much further I need to walk and hit the road.  I tend to be pretty competitive so for me NOT completing all my daily steps is not an option. 

I realised this week's goal would not be easily met so yesterday I hopped in my car and plotted a route that was exactly 1 mile from my driveway.  I didn't make it easy either, more than half of it is uphill, which still leaves me gasping for air, but I know if I keep it up eventually it WILL get easier.

My goal is to walk a minimum of 5 miles a day (10,000) steps. It will take me another 6 weeks to get there, but you can bet that I will.  I won't just be walking either, this week I'm raising the bar a notch by walking at a brisk pace for 3 minutes, then running for 1 minute, walk/run, walk/run...eventually running more than I'm walking.  Trust me when I say that's not going to happen anytime soon...but it WILL happen!

But for now I'm content to walk...and walk...and walk.

My Beliefs

I am known for being outspoken…and I am, but if something does not directly affect me or my family I try my hardest to keep my mouth shut until I’m asked for my opinion. Then, depending on the circumstance, I often ask, “Do you want to know what I REALLY think or do you want me to tell you what you want to hear?”

Like most people I have an opinion on just about everything, unlike a great deal of people I try not to share those opinions unless I have educated myself enough to make an informed statement.  I think it’s important to distance yourself from the situation; to look at all sides, to try to understand the views of the opposition – even if you don’t agree with them.  I believe in acting, not reacting. I believe in freedom of speech, freedom of religion and equal rights for EVERYONE.

People have a right to their opinions, they have a right to voice their opinions, they even have a right to act like little children, stamp their feet, have temper tantrums and call each other names.  I don’t like it, I won’t be a part of it, but in the United States we have a constitutional right to free speech.

I belong to a group whose “leader” is being attacked, being called terrible names and who is having many false accusations hurled at him.  I did my research before joining this group, I educated myself, I made an informed decision.  Do I agree with every single thing this person has said? Of course not, but I also don’t agree with everything my parents, siblings, or friends say.  We agree to disagree and move on, our relationship secure because of the love and respect we have for each other.

I have friends who are part of the other group, they were my friends before all this nonsense started and they will remain my friends long after it’s over. We have not discussed the situation, nor will we discuss it because it has no bearing on OUR friendship. We have an unspoken agreement to agree to disagree because that’s the mature way to behave. NO ONE will tell me whom I can and can’t be friends with, whose Facebook page I can “like” or whom I can associate with in my “real” life.

I’m a grown up, I have lived on my own, worked my way through college and supported myself since I was 18 years old. I’ve made many mistakes during the years but I’ve learned from them and tried my hardest not to repeat the behavior.

I have a past, so do you…everybody does. I’ve done some tremendously stupid things in my life and paid a heavy price for them. Luckily none of these ever resulted in my being thrown in jail…but some could have. I have hurt people with some of my actions, never intentionally but that doesn’t excuse the behavior.  Some of these things I would undo if I could, others I would not because the lessons I learned were necessary so I could grow as a person. I’m not perfect, I’ve never claimed to be perfect, and I know as hard as I try not to I will make more mistakes throughout my life.

Before Milton and I got married I made him sit down in a chair and I told him every single thing from my past I could think of, every person I’d been intimate with, every lie I’d told, every bad thing I could remember about myself. I wasn’t doing it to try to dissuade him from marrying me, I just wanted to lay it all out on the table so he could make an informed decision and so there would be no surprises for him down the road. He smiled when I was done, thanked me for my honesty and assured me none of it mattered, and in our 7 years of marriage he has not mentioned any of what I told him again. Not because he doesn’t remember, but because it doesn’t matter.  I am no longer that person, I’d sought out the people I hurt and asked for forgiveness, I’d move on.

I respect other’s right to their opinions and beliefs even if I don’t share them. I am pro-choice not because I believe in abortion but because I feel no one has a right to tell a woman what she can and cannot do with her body. 

I support the gay and lesbian community and believe they should have the legal right to marry. If God has a problem with their choice in a life partner then He can take it up with them.  Personally I think if you can find one person in this screwed up, hate filled world who loves you, TRULY loves you, then it shouldn’t matter if they are white, black, Hispanic, or purple, male or female…just be happy that you found them because true love is a rare and beautiful thing.

I have friends who are Christian, Muslim, Catholic, Jewish, atheist and agnostic. I am a Christian, that is the faith that is closest to my beliefs, but I also respect my friend’s beliefs and have made every effort to honor them.

I know this blog may seem “preachy” but I don’t understand all the discord that has been all over Facebook lately. If you don’t like somebody stop being their friend. If somebody has wronged you then take it up with that person…don’t make it your life’s mission to hurt them.  If people put 1/10 of the energy they use to make people miserable to make others happy this would be a much better world for everyone.

We all need to play nice, be respectful of each other, and get along.

Challenge WON!

Today was the first challenge I made for myself since beginning my weight loss journey.

The Challenge: Attend my great-niece Marleigh's birthday party, eat the wonderful food being provided (one of my all time favorites - homemade chicken and dumplings) and NOT go off my diet.

I've been planning today's meals all week because there's a LOT of calories in just a little bit of chicken and dumplings. I knew I couldn't skip any meals or snacks because if I walked into my mom's house hungry there would be no chance of staying on track.  Originally I knew I could walk an extra mile or so if I went over my calorie limit, but yesterday's walk up the giant hill in my subdivision ended up being a giant pain in the butt...literally...the muscles in my butt have been hurting all day!

With my meals meticulously planned out at work I had 888 calories I could eat at dinner. Long story short I kept to my plan, ate (and savored) 1 cup of chicken and dumplings (juice included in the measurement) and completely skipped the cake and soda.  That's right...I skipped SODA!  I did allow myself one teaspoon full of their amazing homemade vanilla ice cream though.

After all the calories were logged I still had 406 calories left over.  YAY ME!!

I even broke my tradition of sitting and chatting with adults and actually went outside and played with the kids, not sedentary games either...I'm talking Red Light Green Light, racing to a tree and back (several times), and a no holds bar Duck, Duck, Goose! 

And even though I didn't meet my two mile goal tonight (giving the old backside a day off), I did walk/run 1.55 miles!

Oh yeah...I almost forgot... I lost 4.8 lbs this week bringing my total weight loss for the last two weeks up to (drum roll please.....) 10.4 POUNDS!  That's right...I MET MY GOAL FOR THE WEEK!!!

Feeling pretty proud tonight.

Lift Assist

                                      Bella and me taking our nightly walk


I know many of you look at a person who is fat and think, "How did they let that happen to themselves? Why didn't they just stop eating when their clothes started getting tight? Don't they see how fat they become when they look in the mirror?"

At the risk of sounding flippant I'm here to tell you that it is possible to gain weight, to get morbidly obese even and not really know. Of course you know you've gained some weight, but I can truthfully say I had absolutely NO idea I weighed as much as I did.  As a matter of fact, I was about 37 lbs more than what I thought my weight was. When I saw that terrible number two weeks ago I literally sat down and cried...but probably not for the reason you think.

Sometimes when we send an ambulance to someone who is sick or injured the paramedics have to request the fire also respond for a lift assist.  That means that the person is so overweight that the two medics on the scene can not safely life them by themselves, and looking at the number on the scale I knew that if an ambulance were ever called for me the fire department would have to tag along to lift my fat ass up. Just the thought of needing a lift assist was humiliating for me because then EVERYONE would know how fat I'd become...because apparently I thought people didn't see pass my quick wit and sparkling personality to the large woman I'd become.  Yeah right...in my dreams.

Let me say right here, right now...I WILL NOT BE A LIFT ASSIST!

Tomorrow I have my second weigh in and I'm praying I'll hit the 10 lbs weight loss mark. I have worked so hard to lose this weight, I haven't cheated on my diet, not even once, but I won't be satisfied until I hit that first 10 lb mark.  I know, it's silly, but it's the way I feel.

I splurged and bought myself a good pedometer to help me keep track of how much I walk every day. The one I bought had the highest consumer ratings and hundreds of great customer reviews.  My husband was kind enough to measure my strides and program it for me and for the first day I wore it and checked it every twenty steps to make sure it was accurate...is was.  When Bella and I went to the zoo checked to make sure not a single false step was counted as we rode the train and carousel...it wasn't. 

My goal over the last few days is to walk a minimum of two miles a day, and I have. 3.68 miles Thursday, 2.18 miles yesterday, and 2.73 miles today. It's not hard to meet my goal when I'm not working...I simply load Bella up and we walk, however when you work 12 hour days at a job where you sit in front of a computer it becomes a bit more challenging. So now during our quiet time at work I walk laps in the radio room, and when I'm on break I walk up and down the parking lot...whatever it takes I'm going to get those two miles every day.

I'm going to keep at my two mile goal for another week, then each week I'm going to increase the goal by 1/2 mile a week until I'm walking 5 miles a day.  Luckily my husband bought me a tread mill last year for Christmas, so it's about to be taken out of it's resting place and put directly in front of the television.  I don't watch much TV, but when I do I'll be walking while I watch. 

Winter will be here soon so I plan on spending time every day on that treadmill getting my leg muscles strong and toned, then in the spring I'll be able to start training for the 2013 Ride for a Cure fundraiser for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation. I don't have all the details on the ride yet, but a dear friend of mine is riding in it this year...105 miles through Death Valley.  I don't know if the ride I'll be participating in is that far, but I'm going to do my best to complete it no matter how far it is.