Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Loricious Creed


I believe in Freedom.
I believe in taking responsibility for one's own actions.
I believe in woman's rights.
I believe in an unborn child's rights.
I believe that the life of an unborn child supercedes a woman's reproductive right.
I believe in giving a person with a different opinion the benefit of the doubt.

I believe in equality.
I believe in respect.
I believe in the goodness of people.
I believe in helping people.
I believe in helping children, especially.
I believe that the government shouldn't make me help them.
I believe in making my own choices.
I believe in accepting the consequences of my choices.

I believe that Barack Obama is a good man.
I believe Mit Romney is a good man.
I believe that Biden and Quayle are comedic relief... but still good men.
I believe that we haven't had a good president in a very long time, and that we won't for a very long time.
I believe that power derails the best of people.

I believe that, despite the media onslaught and the deluge of opinions on FB with the upcoming election, my creed will not change.

I believe in trying to live up to my statement of beliefs.

I believe I am not alone.


Friday, August 10, 2012

Quick Trainer Update: The Battle

It's only a matter of time before my friend and I head off to the Zoo, so I thought I'd give a wee update on my first personal trainer meeting last night.

It was a bit underwhelming and yet hopeful.

As  connoisseur of dieting, there is little I don't know about dieting warfare and the associated tactics*.  Not to my surprise, he didn't offer any illuminating information on losing weight.  In sum, it's the basis to every method of weight loss: eat less, move more. Yeah, got that.

However, I remained polite and attentive because I am utilizing these 4 free sessions for him for his knowledge of fitness, something I am definitely an amateur in.  Oh, I know the mechanics of machines, can use almost any cardio equipment you throw at me, but the finer details of fitness?  Not a clue.

This guy blew my mind in this regard.  We had a very light workout, primarily showing me how to use foam rollers to work out major kinks.  Otherwise, next session is Monday evening and I'll give you a better update then.

Last: it definitely set the stage for today in terms of eating.  I had a really great breakfast of overnight oats in almond milk, a tablespoon of almond butter, and a cup and half of blueberries.  I'm sipping down a pseudo iced latte made with almond milk.

The best start to a day I've had in a very long time.

So it begins: my war on fat and temptation.  LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!




*Not that I have actually and successfully implemented said tactics.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

42

I was recently challenged to think of what I really want.  Like Want.

No: WANT.
No, no: WANT.

Like from Life, The Universe, and Everything.  So the answer, while awesome, would not be a cookie.  Great hair.  Long finger nails.

No.

What do I want from the Universe?  What do I want out of Life?

Talk about heavy stuff.

How do you answer that?

Moreover, it was brought to my attention that one gets from Universe/Life/Everything only what one puts into U.L.E.

So that begs the question: well, what have I been putting into U.L.E.?

Good question.  I don't think I've ever thought on it.  Ever.

Considering I'm really not sure what I've been putting into U.L.E., one could compare my U.L.E. energy expenditure to someone lost in a car in a parking lot.  I mean, you'd think I'd know enough about my wants and needs to get out of the parking lot.  But until now I've really just wasted gas unless I do want to spend the rest of my life in an empty parking.  Fun at midnight when you are a teenager.  Not fun when you are a 30-something mom.

Not to say that I feel like I've lived a crap life.  No, my life is good and I've put good things out there, I've created good things (Hello, Gracie!), but it's mostly been crap shot.  Lucky.  But I've also felt incredibly lost at times, which if you consider I really haven't been working at putting good things out into the Universe, it's not a shocker.  I'm personally a fan of Fate/God/Destiny, so if someone is indeed in charge up there, I sense they are sighing a whole lot, dropping my good luck into my lap because I'm meant for it, not because I've earned it.  I wonder what I could earn if I just tried, just a bit.

Anyway, I really haven't figured out the answer to my question, and I know I won't for some time despite daily meditations on it.

But I wonder: have you ever thought on this?  Have you ever questioned what you want from the Universe, and what you've been giving to it?  What are you putting out there for U.L.E.?

What do you really want out of life?

If you sit and think about it like I have, I bet you'd find the answer isn't so easy.  Such a simple question, such a complicated journey to get there.


Thursday, August 2, 2012

Simplify


I realized yesterday, after I was scrambling to get home, scrambling to get dinner on the table, scrambling to get G in bed with a bottle, scrambling to get to the gym while I had a million other things to get done to prepare for today and all with the support and help with my husband to decrease the amount of scrambling needed, that I was going to cry. 
 
/begin tangent
 
I realize at this moment that, with writing all the scrambling, I'm reminded of an egg.  And one can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.  BUT LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COOK.
 
/end tangent.
 
This morning I remembered, as I was running out the door and I put out all the recycling on a non-recycling pick up day and I put on my sneakers with my work outfit and forgot to switch them to something office appropriate and Grace didn't get breakfast and the roofers came and needed us to move cars so they can proceed with roofing stuff all the while with Dave helping me every step of the way, I was supposed to cry yesterday so maybe I need to cry this morning.
 
But I didn't.
 
Instead I had an epiphany.  The warning shots came yesterday with me being overwhelmed with diapers and the work involved with them.  I was actually considering giving up my beloved cloth diapering in lieu of an easier route.
 
Today I decided that wasn't a bad thing, at all.
 
That it is okay to let go, especially for the sake of sanity.  I'm no longer a full-time SAHM.  And with that comes the need to reexamine my priorities.
 
My first priority is my sanity.  Without it, I can't be good for anyone, least of all myself.
 
So what threatens my sanity?
 
Stress.
 
What causes me stress?  

Complications.
 
The diapers are a good example. 
 
Another?  I tried emeals.  Good meals, great in theory, poor in practice for our family.  Dave doesn't eat fish and loathes a non-meat option, and I want healthy stuff on the menu.  Emeals either offers great, healthy meals with some vegetarian and fish options thrown in, or processed food menus.  So I'll keep the recipes as ideas, and I decided to simplify the process.  7 general ideas that can fit into any day: 
1. Meat and potatoes
2. Salad
3. Sandwich
4. Crockpot
5. International
6. Stirfry
7. Leftovers
 
And that is just it.  Nothing specific, nothing fancy, no need for fancy recipes or funky ingredients.  Just basic meal planning and I already feel a weight getting off my shoulders.
 
Another source of stress?  Believe it or not: clutter.  This is a new revelation.  I keep re-organizing my kitchen in hopes to magically get everything to fit, but what my real problem is that I have too  much stuff for the space and I need to weed out the little/not used items in the cupboards. 
 
For this, I'm taking a 3 phase approach:
1. Get rid of the fancy bar glasses, like martini and margarita glasses.  I love them, but we never ever use them.  So they'll go to a good home.
2. Get rid of the tuperware free-for-all in one of the cupboards and replace with 1 uniform set. 
3. Get rid of duplicate cooking utensils and consolidate to one drawer (we have two/three of 'em), and eventually replace with one, high quality countertop set.
 
This is all leading up to a point in the future when I'm less stressed by STUFF. 
 
Simplify. 
 
Simplify meals, simplify routine, simplify environment. 
 
Sounds simple, doesn't it?