Better Late Than Never

OK, I will NOT be that person who blogs once a month or once every quarter. I wanna know what's going on with you guys, and I'm sure you're all DYING to know what's going on with me, right? Right. S

It's 11 PM and my daughter has an 8 am swim meet, but I am going to get this updated, come Hell or high (and early) water. It has been a full and productive week (I started a new project which requires I go onsite (gasp!) and that has really taken some adjusting. I love it, though, and I also love that once I pack my food, that pretty much takes the guesswork out of my diet. The scale loves that, too. I am pretty much at my all-time low weight today, despite the onset of the weekend AND my TOM. :)

I have truly been enjoying the intuitive fitness way of doing things lately. I have been doing whatever workouts I feel inclined to do - sometimes a DB workout, sometimes running with a friend, sometimes a hike with my sis, sometimes one of her crazy boot camp-style workouts, sometimes a kickboxing class at the gym, sometimes I just chill out and take a day off. (Yeah, you heard me right. I take a REST day. Sometimes TWO in one WEEK! Wait, get this...sometimes TWO IN A ROW!) I've been enjoying summer fruit, and lots of it. I even had a bite of my daughter's hot dog the other day. I am accountable for every morsel that goes in my mouth and I'm still fairly anal about avoiding dairy, thanks to what I learned about the havoc it wreaks on my skin, but otherwise, I am really getting quite good at...

GIVING MYSELF A BREAK.

That is not to say that I don't still work my BUTT off (literally) at the gym. Most days, I am DRENCHED in sweat following my workouts. (Partly that's because it has been over a hundred freaking degrees nearly every day since the start of summer, but still.) Training for the half marathon begins in earnest on Monday, so that will only improve my fitness. In addition, I have been doing WW online and LOVING it. It's sort of like a game to me, and it's a game that makes me want to eat less and workout more. A good combination. I'm never starving, though, and I still try to get mostly whole, non-processed foods.

For the first time in a long time, I can really see my way clear to achieving my goals, and returning to the weight I was on my wedding day, maybe even what I weighed before I quit smoking. How's THAT for an accomplishment?

And it only took me 15 years to do it. Better late than never.

My Independence Day

Happy 4th of July everyone!

For many people, the 4th of July is about laying by the pool, or about hopping from cookout to cookout, eating tons of hot dogs and hamburgers, potato salad, chips and that cake that's iced to look like an American Flag. Hell, I have to admit that I looked forward to the cookouts and the pigouts more years than I care to admit.

This year, the 4th of July is not about eating (for once). It's about freedom. Freedom from compulsive eating AND from compulsive dieting. It's about freedom from addiction of all kinds. It's about freedom from poverty (I start a fabulous new project on Tuesday - YEAH!). It's about freedom from illness - dramatic, life-threatening illness, like the Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever that my 6 year old faced last year, and from mundane health issues like acne or achy joints. This July 4th, everyone is healthy and happy (and two of my daughters are even swimming, unassisted). It's about freedom from self-pity or martyrdom, freedom from being overwhelmed. Freedom!!!

I woke up this morning without my alarm, as I do every morning, and turned on a mindful meditation MP3 to start my day off right (thanks, Tony D for that...I still do it daily). Then, I got up and made my coffee, read my meditation books and wrote a couple pages in my journal. Ate a yummy vitatop muffin on my way to the trails, and then ran a quick and totally fun 5 miles with one of my dearest friends before the heat became unbearable. Came home and made a yummy protein-rich breakfast, and got the girls together to watch the July 4 relay races. It was hot, kinda boring, and then not one, but two of my three daughters had to pee. We went to the pool to use the bathroom - locked. The community hall, locked. The library, of course, locked. I looked at my girls and said, "You know what? This isn't flowing. Let's go home." "Are you mad?" they asked. "Nope, not mad. Just going with the flow."

Home we came, where they are playing learning games on the computers and in their new workbooks, while I catch up on the blogs, which are long overdue for an update.

I am so grateful to be free today. Not just free in the sense of living in a free country, though of course, I am also grateful for that. But for so many years, I was a prisoner in my MIND, which is so full of shoulds and should nots, I could never hear what I wanted to do in any given moment. Today, I am free to live each moment committed to health, sanity, and joy. And I truly, TRULY thank God for that.

Freedom and love to you all!

Love, Liimu