dahunter’s BodyBlog

To Me from Me.  Keep training Deb.  You can do it.  Nope, it’s tough getting in the car to get there some days. Yes, you are tired…..but you know once you are in the car everything is uphill.  You’re excited!!!!!  Yes, it’s even darker with the time change…Get to the gym early and get it over with. 

We Never Told Him He Couldn’t Do It  by Kathy Lamancusa

When my son Joey was born, his feet were twisted upward with the bottoms resting on his tummy.  As a first-time mother, I thought this looked odd, but I didn’t really know what it meant.  It meant that Joey had been born with club feet.  The doctors assured us that with treatmennt he would be able to walk normally, but would probably never run very well.  The first three years of his life, Joey spent in surgery, casts and braces.  His legs were massaged, worked, and exercised and, yes, by the time he was 7 or 8 you wouldn’t even know he’d had a problem if you watched him walk.

If he walked great distances, like at the amusement parks or on a visit to the zoo, he complained that his legs were tired and that they hurt.  We would stop walking, take a break with a soda or ice cream cone and talk about what we had seen and what we had to see.  We didn’t tell him why his legs hurt and why they were weak.  We didn’t tell him this was expected due to his deformity at birth.  We didn’t tell him, so he didn’t know.

The children in our neighborhood ran around as most children do during play.  Joey would watch them play and, of course, would jump right in and run and play too.  We never told him that he probably wouldn’t be able to run as well as the other children.  We didn’t tell him he was different.  We didn’t tell him, so he didn’t know.

In seventh grade he decided to go out for the cross-country team.  Every day he trained with the team. He seemed to work harder and run more than any of the others.  Perhaps he sensed that the abilities that seemed to come naturally to so many others did not come naturally to him.  We didn’t tell him that although he could run, he probably would always remain in the back of the pack.  We didn’t tell him that he shouldn’t expect to make the "team."  The team runners are the top seven runners of the school.  Although the entire team runs, it is only these seven who will have potential to score points for the school.  We didn’t tell him he probably would never make the "team" so he didn’t know.

He continued to run 4-5 miles a day, everyday.  I’ll never forget the time he had a 103 degree fever.  He couldn’t stay home because he had cross-country practice.  I worried about him all day.  I expected to get a call from the school asking me to come get him and take him home..  No one called.

I went out to the cross-country training area after school, thinking that if I were there, he might decide to skip practice that evening.  When I got to the school, he was running along side of a tree-lined street, all alone.  I pulled up alongside of him and drove slowly to keep pace with him as he ran.  I asked how he felt.  "Okay," he said.  He had only 2 more miles to go.  As the sweat rolled down his face, his eyes were glassy from his fever.  Yet he looked straight ahead and kept running.  We never told him he couldn’t run 4 miles with a 103 degree fever.  We never told him, so he didn’t know.

Two weeks later, the day before the second to the last race of the season, the names of the "team" runners were called.  Joey was number 6 on the list.  Joey had made the "team."  He was in 7th grade.  The other 6 team members were all 8th graders.  We never told him he probably shouldn’t expect to make the "team." We never told him he couldn’t do it. …so he didn’t know.  He just did it.

They can because they think they can.   Virgil

"Ugh" and "Yippee" at the same time.  I am finally getting back into the routine of things after the start of the school year.  Gosh, I don’t remember feeling like this when I was younger.  You know (Okay some of you know)….drained, trying to put one foot in front of the other, treading water to stay afloat, passing each day with the thought that, "OMG, it’s almost tomorrow and I don’t have today’s things completed."  Well, I think I am past that point and getting back on track.  I think!  I’m trying. 

Does tilting your head back and squirting heavy whipping cream into it count as a small quickie low carb desert?  I know, I know…I am bad, but it was soooo good and I have not had any sweets in forever.  Really not many carbs.  lol  I checked…less that 1 gram per tsp or tbsp—-I forget……25 calories.  Gosh, so tempted to go back to the frig.

Another story from SOUP FOR THE SOUL….

There are so many great stories………

When my grandmother was raising me in Arkansas, she had a particular routine when people who were known to be whiners entered her store.  Whenever she saw a known complainer coming, she would call me from whatever I was doing and say conspiratorially, "Come inside.  Come."  Of course I would obey.

My grandmother would ask the customer, "How are you doing today, Brother Thomas?"

And the person would reply, "Not so good."  There would be a distinct whine in the voice.  "Not so good today, Sister Henderson.  You see, it’s this summer.  It’s this summer heat.  I just hate it.  Oh, I hate it so much.  It just frazzles me up and frazzles me down.  I just hate the heat.  It’s killing me." Then my grandmother would stand stoically, her arms folded, and mumble, "uh-huh, uh-huh."  And she would cut her eyes at me to make certain that I had heard the lamination.

At another time a shiner would mewl, "I hate plowing.  That packed-down dirt ain’t got no reasoning, and mules ain’t got good sense.  Sure ain’t.  It’s killing me.  I can’t ever seem to get done.  My feet and my hands stay sore, and I get dirt in my eyes and up my nose.  I just can’t stand it."  And my grandmother would reply, again stoically, with her arms folded, would say, "uh-huh, uh-huh," and then look at me and nod.

As soon as the complainer was out of the store, my grandmother would call me to stand in front of her.  And then whe would say the same thing she had said at least a thousand times, it seemed to me.  "Did you hear what Brother So-and-So or Sister-Much-to-Do complained about?  You heard that?"  And I would nod.  Mamma would continue, "There are people who went to sleep all over the world last night, poor, rich, and white and black, but they will never wake again.  Those who expected to rise did not, their beds became their cooling boards, and their blankets became their winding sheets.  And those dead folks would give anything, anything at all for just five minutes of this weather or 10 minutes of that plowing that person was grumbling about.  So you watch yourself complaining.  What your supposed to do when you don’t like a thing is change it.  If you can’t change it, change the way you think about it.  Don’t complain."

A short story from Chicken Soup for the Soul……..Just wanted to share.

The Station

Tucked away in our subconscoius is an idyllic vision.  We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent.  We are traveling by train.  Out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our minds is the FINAL destination.  On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station.  Bands will be playing and flags waving.  Once we get there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.  How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering–waiting, waiting waiting for the station.

"When we reach the station, that will be it!" we cry.  "When I’m 18." "When I buy a new car." "When I put my last kid through college." "When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!"

Sooner or later, we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all.  The TRUE joy of life is the trip.  The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.

"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24: "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad.  It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow.  Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.  Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less.  Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough

                      
                    ~~~Robert Hastings~~~

Eating Clean still….however that is not the problem…eating enough is….

Morning–5 egg whites, 3/4 cup oatmeal, 1 tbsp flaxseed oil, and 2 tbsp of wheat germ and mixed up together.  I love it!!!!!!..

Squats 10@45, 10@65, 10@75, 8@95, 10@105, 20@45      so happy I hit 105…YIPPEE and a cartwheel.

Deadlift 10@85, 8@95, 20@45

Leg Ext. 8@70, 6@65, 6@100, 4@100, 2@115, 15@55

Leg Curls 10@40, 10@40, 2@50, 6@40, 15@20

Standing Calve Raises 10@120, 10@120, 10@120

Seated Leg Press 10@170, 10@190, 10@210, 10@230

Starting my new cycle next week and looking forward to it!

Did not keep track of everything I ate….all clean food, but probably under in calories.  Worked at school and got carried away. I will do better today.

I have been trying to eat clean……..my best that is.  Obviously it hasn’t been good enough.  As I have said before I am training hard (at least for me) and trying my best to eat clean.  My problem has been one of many and that included not eating enough.  Well, I have read in various places about Tosca Reno’s Eating Clean Book.  Well I purchased it and am starting the new way of eating today.  I am excited and I know I will see results….She has the plan and now all I have to do is follow it. 

This book is a great read.  Straight and to the point.  No brains required.  lol…which is good because I have been tired and running around getting ready to start teaching again (next week). I need something that puts it out there and all I do is follow it.  Someone to take my hand.

 I was suppose to take pics last week, but decided not to because I actually look pretty much the same.  I see the new muscles, however most people would not.  Give me a month and I guarantee I will be seeing results.  I finally have someone to lead me in the right direction.

Keep tabs on me.  You may want to purchase the book in a month once you see me.  lol 

I am going to try to post what I am eating at the end of the day to hold me accountable. 

Well, here’s to you Deb.  I have faith in you and know you can do it!

If you know of Tosca Reno’s Eating Guide, and you do not agree with it, please don’t tell me.  I am excited and I need to see what works with my body and mind.   

Okay, Okay, Okay……..Gosh, I am training hard.  Lifting heavy, changing it up every two weeks, increasing reps as needed, increasing weight when needed, watching what I eat (most of the time) and telling myself things take time. 

Heck, I am tired of waiting.  Took my measurements and the same ‘ol measurements, but HEY, my shoulders are bigger.  lol  YIPPEE!!!!!  I can definitely see the muscles popping out in my shoulders…the positive.  I am sure they are everywhere else, but maybe they are just shy.  Yeah, that’s it…shy.  Maybe they just want to surprise me one day and make me jump for joy…..or, or, or……maybe, just maybe they are waiting until my birthday in November or, or, or maybe, just maybe Christmas.  Probably Christmas as a gift.  Yeah, probably Christmas.

alekfno wothwofnesfoe bu3r5onfno;wtr35rsn jri2rj2r0r0ruj———-THAT is the word for FRUSTRATION!