Little hearts love me innocently.
Little hands hug me genuinely.
Little faces smile at me sweetly.
Little feet run to me eagerly.
Little bodies bring me joy unknowingly.
Little packages contain huge blessings daily.
If you’ve been following a while, you’ll probably be surprised that I thoroughly enjoy the following song. Well there are edgy parts of me that only a few get to see. I crank this baby up when at the gym. It gives me that extra kick in my heels to #PUSH. Enjoy (if you dare)! ☺
I’m back in the saddle, folks! Burning calories, feeling great, pushing new boundaries, trying new machines, and achieving new milestones.
I trekked to the gym in all that slush Monday after #WinterStormJonas and was greeted by the regulars tenacious enough to be there before my usual 8am arrival. It felt great to have somewhere to go to be inspired, motivated, challenged, and most of all healthy!
I’ve made a few changes to my schedule for this month (February), since for the last couple months I’ve been playing a cruel game of catchup at which I was losing miserably.
Here’s the plan:
I’m dedicating Mondays to work from home (office duties) and the rest of the week to field activities. If this proves to be successful I will:
– get the extra rest I need while systematically vanquishing my paperwork pile.
– get 3 substantial workouts in per week to maintain my fitness goals
– get to tackle other tasks around the house that usually get crammed into the weekend
– have more time with munchkin for homework during the week (since I won’t need to multitask by squeezing in chores) and more time for fun on the weekends (I think… We’ll see!).
I’ve also made some changes to my diet of which I’m already seeing great results.
Change #1: Less sugar:
I’m reading labels more meticulously now. I did before when monitoring Trans fats, quality of ingredients and calories, but now I’m zeroing in on sugar and other sweeteners.
I read an article recently about sugar consumption and how addictive it can be, even more so than cocaine. I was aware of most of the info before but saw some things in a new light. Here’s the link if you’d like to read for yourself [https://yesroanne.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/how-to-detox-from-sugar-for-good/]
Long story short, I’m a sugar addict and I need to cut back so I’m making a valiant effort to do so.
My first effort is to swap sugar for molasses in my coffee. I drink 3 cups per day, and I prefer milk and sugar as my taste buds can’t handle it black (at least not yet). The only way to do no sugar is if I use half n half but that won’t work long term since I’m having issues with dairy based milk which I’ll explain later.
So far, I’ve tried honey, and other artifical sweeteners but can’t handle the weird aftertaste. Surprisingly, molasses delivers a better result that would allow me to still truly enjoy my coffee habit. Win-win!
I’ve also cut down on the amount of sweet snacks I bring into the house. Munchkin loves cookies and marshmallows so I still get those. But instead of 2 bags each, I now buy one bag each and cut the serving portions in half. In addition I’m stocking up on more fruits, yogurt, nuts and other high protein, high fiber foods which will keep us full longer while providing better nutrition.
Change #2: I’m switching from Lactose-free milk to non-dairy milk
I discovered my Lactose intolerance years ago and had switched to alternative milks like lactaid, soy or almond with wonderful results. But lately, it seems I’m also developing an intolerance to lactaid milk. When on it, I break out frequently, when off it, things seem to settle a bit. I’m beginning to wonder if I’m allergic to dairy on a whole? My only other sources of dairy are eggs, cheese and yogurt, which are consumed sporadically since they are very expensive of late and I only purchase them when there’s a sale (got to stretch that dollar you know?). So this brings me back to the lactaid milk, which is the one constant dairy item in the he house rain or shine.
Mom has been harping for years that I need to get off dairy, that it might be what was causing my horrible allergies, but I never listened. I just assumed I was allergic to my dog or something else in the house or just pollen. But the minute I switched to lactaid milk, my allergies stopped and I no longer had to take a daily allergy pill to settle my constant sneezing and itching. Huh! How in the world am I to admit to her she was right? There’s no way I’m giving her this victory! Why? Are you kidding me? Because she’ll think she’s been right about EVERYTHING ELSE she EVER urged me to do !!! Oh no, this victory is going with me to the grave. 😀
But seriously, I’m now exploring what it means to be Vegan and if that is a path to better health I can maintain successfully. (If you’re vegan, feel free to shoot me any advice you may have about your process, thanks! ) or if I simply need to avoid dairy as it seems I have a dairy allergy.
Well, that’s all for now folks. I’m making progress, and I’m thankful for the many blessings the gracious Father has chosen to bestow upon me. I’m also a thankful for your support as I journey to better health.
Blessings to you as well. Thanks for stopping by!
The following song describes my feel-good mood this week and will put a little pep in your step too. Enjoy 😀
Contents written: February 8 2016 | Copyright 2016 Moylom Enterprises
Today’s gym visit, an unforeseen day off, arrived on the heels of a thorough workout yesterday. I should have been resting my muscles a bit, but since I won’t get another workout in until next week, and I also needed to shake off this funk I’ve been in the past few days, I figured I might as well make the best of the free time.
I was cautioned to stay away from running until my body was stronger, but the elliptical machines don’t give me the burn I yearn for deep down. Yes, they get the blood pumping and the muscles moving but something always feels insufficient. So determined to get rid of the sadness I’ve been feeling lately, I walked right past those darned ellipticals and headed for the row of empty treadmills.
I picked one against the back wall so my demise, should it come, wouldn’t be witnessed by many. I selected the random setting, as memories of running the course in Prospect Park, NY and how great I felt afterwards flooded my mind vividly. Far be it for me to pick something easy to start off with, oh no!!! I had the audacity to select level 3 at a pace of 5 mph. Try running at that pace with hills as a new runner? “You’ve lost your mind!!!” my brain screamed. “Yes, and I’m going to run until I lose my aching heart too!” I snapped in brazen frustration.
5 minutes of hell
I punched in my weight (I will never tell) and the time (20 mins) then hit start. The closed captioned TV turned on and I was off. Two minutes in, my pace was strong, my breathing was fine, then the first incline indicator blinked on the monitor— a hill was up ahead! I began to feel the pressure, my lungs needed more air, my heart was pumping harder, and I needed to focus on my breathing. Eyes off the TV, I looked down at my feet – “FOCUS!!!” My lungs were struggling by then, the first 5 minutes are by far the hardest of any run, “Breathe dammit, BREATHE!!!” My pace was steady, my heart was pushing, I was almost at the top of the hill, and I felt my lungs open wide. They got the air they needed; I was no longer panting (and coughing); I was finally breathing at a normal pace, I think… Either that, or I was about to pass out!
The course finally began to decline, THANK GOODNESS! My pace was perfect, and I was actually able to follow along with the show ‘The Talk’. It was almost ten minutes by then and I was getting tired. I needed to take it easy if I had to make it the other ten. So I slowed my pace to a 3.7mph brisk walk to regain my composure. I felt my abs tuck in as my core steadied my balance – Nice! That is what I’d been missing! That was the rush of distraction I needed to chase away the blues! I gathered my thoughts; increased my pace to 4.7 mph and started running again.
5 minutes of heaven
I looked down at my feet again to focus on my breathing. It was easier now that my heart was at maximum output, so I steadied myself and drank it all in. I was sweating hard and I was NOT gonna stop ‘til the clock said 20 mins. I was giving it all I had and I could feel the burn! I remembered the days of doing a 3 mile, 60 min run, nonstop, EASY! But there I was struggling to do a silly 20 minutes. Then I remembered how long it took me to get to those first 20 minutes back when I was new to running. So I cheered myself up,
“Chin up Chica, you’ll be running 3 miles again in no time, just make it to this 20 mins. One step at a time, girl, you’ll be fierce again, you got this!”
Well I did make it to 20 mins, and I felt really proud of myself. And then I remembered the high – that natural high I always got from a good run. My body was finally awake; no need for a second, third or fourth cup of coffee to get me in gear. I was feeling the burn and loving it — that was my little slice heaven.
So here’s to the good days that cancel out the bad. Chin up my friends, baby steps until you’re ready for longer strides. I believe in you YOU’VE GOT THIS!!!