Wednesday, September 28, 2016

More confessions

In my Confession and Plan post, I mentioned a few health issues. Well, the list goes on . . . I had such an intense pain in my toe that I thought I might have fractured it. The blood work and x-ray don't really point to anything, but the symptoms point to severe arthritis. This is not run of the mill arthritis, which hurts a lot. This is "wake me up at night pain" when my toe touches the sheet, bumps the mattress, or I flex. Guys, these are symptoms of gout. I don't have full-blown diagnosable symptoms, but I know what I eat and drink. I'm on the path to having a really debilitating disease that is avoidable with life changes.

So what it is the problem? Why can't I make these simple changes in diet? I was an athlete, so the walking is going quite well (ignoring the pain in my toe may prove to be a poor choice, but exercise helps arthritis). I can give or take sodas and desserts. In fact, I really only crave a Coke when I eat fried or processed foods. I prefer fresh veggies and home cooked meals. Skipping fast food and then the soda is really easy for me. Ice cream used to be my daily treat: 1/2 a cup a night, and I could skip all other sweet temptations throughout the day. I've become increasingly lactose intolerant since my gallbladder was taken out. I've heard that happens as people age. Also, I'm predisposed because of my Mediterranean background.

I have a number of great skills for losing weight through exercise and healthy eating, but there is one thing that has tied my hands and is the cause of all of these issues. I'll explain more in the next post.


Friday, September 23, 2016

Confession and Plan

I went to the doctor and the numbers don't lie (even if I pretended the mirror was). I knew that my body needed attention. I'm tired all the time. I can feel my veins pulse when my blood pressure is too high, my heart will beat too hard, I snore, my clothes don't fit the way I would like, my arm goes numb when I sleep, and on and on. These are really big warning signs. I'm only 44. How did this happen? Excuses and no personal accountability.

Confession:
  1. Weight highest it's been since pregnancy
  2. Cholesterol iffy even on meds
  3. Blood Pressure iffy even on meds
  4. Prediabetic because of all of the above 
  5. Reason for the above is simple: I eat too much and don't exercise enough.

Plan:
  1. Confess publicly so that I can have friend support. (Don't be offended if I turn down foods or drinks. Do call me for a walk, an activity, or to play with art instead of lunch or drinks.)
  2. Daily walks
  3. Add weight training
  4. Track eating and modify diet for diabetic friendly eating.
  5. Celebrate milestones and keep going till I reach my goal of better labs and a healthier body.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Brave Girls Club

Tomorrow, Brave Girls Club launches a new online class, Soul Restoration. "You don't need to change--you just need to restore," Melody Ross.
I'm in the midst of a major life shift. One kiddo just left for college, and the other finishes high school this year. I left a job I love because I found it impossible to balance family, life, friends, health, and teaching. After spending months in Virginia helping my mom through cancer, I realized that I couldn't juggle so many balls as once. For now, teaching is the ball I put down.

Many people juggle more balls than I do or ever will. I don't know how they do it. My husband and I are pretty happy with a simple life. When I was working 12 hours a day and another 10 on the weekend, our life was not simple.

I'm looking forward to taking the Soul Restoration class as I make peace with the changes in my life. I'm my own worst critic. If I'm going to really enjoy the next century, then I need to get back to the real me--not the one I think everyone else thinks I should be.

Monday, July 25, 2016

See Jane Write

Saturday, I attended my first See Jane Write event: How to Build Buzz for Your Blog, Book, or Brand. I have been blogging on and off since the beginning of the format. I remember arguing that Blog would win over Weblog as the common name. I'd like to say that I hail back to the Bulletin Board days, but my husband does. 

Click here for notes from the day!
Javacia wanted to find a writing community in the Birmingham area for non-fiction bloggers. There were fiction groups and journalists, but not what she was looking for. She reached out to other women writers to see if they wanted to meet. Writers need a group or tribe as we spend so much time alone in our craft. One thing lead to another and See Jane Write began about five years ago.

Part of me regrets that I didn't join in at the beginning because I could tell See Jane Write would grow into something awesome. At the time, I was recertifying to teach and was moving out of the writing world. Writers write. If they are not doing so a part of them is dying, shriveling, unsatisfied . . . lost. Lesson plans, a classroom blog, professional blog, and twitter kept some of that need to write alive. However, it's not the same as when I was giving novel writing a go and writing Killing Time (my blog in the late 1990 and early 2000).

I worked incredibly hard to recertify to teach. I loved teaching with middle school kids subject I'm passionate about, but I couldn't figure out how to be a good mom, wife, friend and individual while working full time. I'm a lifelong learner, teacher and social justice activist, so I'll always be involved in education in some way or another. It's also really nice to be back to writing.

Years of Happiness remains my mantra. This blog will continue to evolve as I do.

Peace, have a great week, and thanks to See Jane Write for adding fuel to my writing fire.



See Jane Write

Monday, June 20, 2016

Post Hope: Sally's Story

I had good intentions to post here, but I wanted my mother's story to be her's as much as possible. Turning off the role of daughter is hard. My updates on PostHope were very much through my eyes, thoughts and feelings. From cancer diagnosis to ending treatment, you can read about my mother's journey.

http://posthope.org/sallys-story