So on Day 101 at the Y I was 15 pounds lighter than 101 days previously, I co-taught a Silver Sneakers class and then went to a 60-minute kettle bell demonstration. All in my purple tutu with LED lights (3 speeds). Lessons learned: A tutu on big hips sticks straight out like a ruffle on… Continue reading Girls just want to have fun, #101daysagymrat
Years ago my best friend in the newsroom, the sunniest person I’ve ever known besides our younger grandson, asked if I’d ever been sad for something I’d never had. It’s taken me more than 40 years to figure out that’s all I was! Not knowing, of course, meant I was always trying to fill that hole… Continue reading Longing and weight gain; best purple cabbage ever
I like to imagine that in happy, healthy families the children grow up to expect and focus on the positive. “Don’t you ever think things might turn out OK?” asked a heartfriend soon after getting to know me. Why, no, it’s not in my DNA. I grew up waiting for the other, much scarier,… Continue reading I’m as corny as Kansas in August (insert favorite upbeat lyrics here)
Day 7 of a 21-day challenge that looks like this: No chips, no sodas, no diet sodas, no chocolate, no candy, no white bread, no cookies, no fast food, no cakes, pastries or muffins. Right this minute I’m feeling really good because until I looked it up just now to copy the list, I’d thought… Continue reading Time to clean out the old system; easy-breezy tomato-vegetable-beef soup
The stealth weight loss continues — 10 pounds gone since Christmas. Mostly due, I think, to 5 consecutive swim-exercise sessions at our community pool since the arrival of our beloved grand, Snow White. Also, trying to make her diet a little healthier always improves mine. Except that I cannot get excited about the garden cucumbers… Continue reading Stealth weight loss; zucchini bread by request
Argh, matey, it’s looking definite that we should eat no more than 25 g sugar daily to reduce inflammation, control weight gain and manage blood sugar. Not counting the 3 pieces of fruit I’ve had today, I ate 8 g sugar in my morning bagel thin and peanut butter and the lite sour cream and… Continue reading Not happy, sugar bear!
Mine’s food; computer solitaire in a pinch. I haven’t played solitaire since Oct. 10 (the day I heard Anne Lamott talk about being involved in your life). I still feel the itch every time I sit at the computer. Nobody ever died playing solitaire, of course, but plenty of us have wasted precious hours because… Continue reading What’s your heroin?