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Random 5 August Friday

It’s that time again! 5 Random thoughts in no particular order … here we go:

1  – For the past 2+ years a sticky note that says “Conf Call” has been stuck on my office door.  I really should play “Conf Call Bingo.”    I could have been a winner many times over!

Conference-call-bingo-card

2  – I doubt I’d ever get a tattoo.  I don’t dislike them and I’m not bothered by others having them.  I just can’t think of one single thing that I want etched into my skin … forever.  Plus – what if it’s a really bad tattoo?  Not like hair color, you can’t change it …  you’re stuck with that.  Thoughts?

10-Pound-Head

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3 –  8 months ago I eliminated grains. Within 6 weeks I lost 15 lbs (8.5 in the first 2) and 16+” ~ and ~ I’ve held it off despite my crazy work/travel schedule,  moving, company reorganization, Mom’s passing, kid’s wedding, etc.  Now that I’m through all that craziness I’m looking forward to life going back “to normal,” whatever that is.    I am still eating my eggs, healthy fats, meats, veggies and berries.  I’m packing my lunch and declining lunch dates; I prefer my fuel to anything a restaurant is serving.  Talk about a shift change!  Looking back and taking stock I lost:

  • inflammation,
  • skin rashes,
  • fretful sleep
  • wheezing (threw out my DUSTY inhaler),
  • joint pain,
  • chronic respiratory infections,
  • cold sores
  • red/puffy skin 
  • low blood sugar shakes
  • lethargy

I gained:

  • a happy tummy,
  • clear skin (and frequent compliments!)
  • bright eyes,
  • shiny, bouncy hair,
  • energy & vitality
  • a defined jaw line & neck!
  • no blood sugar swings
  • pain-free joints,
  • restorative sleep and
  • the ability to soar through life’s challenges without cold sores!
Me - 8 mos - grain free. an Emjayandthem (C) photo

Me – 8 mos – grain free. an Emjayandthem (C) photo

Want to know more?  Visit Wheatbellyblog.

4 – Currently interviewing to fill an open position.  Candidates who cut to the front of the line and contact me directly (circumventing the HR process)?  Not cool.  I don’t care who you know or how you got my info ~ back to the line you go!

line-cutting-2-final

5  – It’s Friday!  We’re attending a family wedding tomorrow ~ yes we’ll go to the wedding ceremony and we’ll cry when we see the lovely bride peek around the corner. We’ll tear up when we see her Dad & Mom – Hubbs’ cousin – choke up at the sight of baby girl.  They’ll see a tow-headed toddler; we’ll see a beautiful and accomplished young nurse.  We’ll laugh and carry on with the aunts & uncles and cousins over drinks & appetizers at some bar we hit up before the reception starts.  Later we’ll clink glasses and laugh and smile during the reception.  I’ll wear something that twirls and my brown-eyed handsome man will take me for a spin on the dance floor.  At home boxes still wait for us.  Walls are still bare – not a picture in sight. Who cares?  Not me.   Life is meant to be … lived!

dance like no one is watching

 

How about you?  Ever played Conference Call Bingo?  Will you get a tattoo? If so, what?   Made any health changes lately?  What do you think about line-cutters?  And lastly, what’s on the docket for your weekend?

Happy Friday, peeps!

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Do it anyway

So, I’ve written about how eager I was to start the Couch25K plan, an 8 week program that gets you off the couch and running 3 miles in about 2 months. (download the free podcasts here).

What I haven’t written about is the transformation that is occurring.

“I run because it’s so symbolic of life. You have to drive yourself to overcome the obstacles. You might feel that you can’t. But then you find your inner strength, and realize you’re capable of so much more than you thought.” Arthur Blank

Oh, there’s a wee part of me that whispers shh don’t talk about it yet, you’re only in week 3.  But there’s a stronger, louder, more powerful part of me that tells her to shut it.

Because here’s what I need to say:

I mustered up my courage and actually went into a running store. You know the kind: everyone in there is a 9′ tall gazelle with 3% body fat and knows what to do with the hydration stuff and anti chafing products sitting at the till.

Not me.

I ambled in, took a deep breath and let the athletic gal fitting me know that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.  She found me some new runners and let me try them out. And I did. I ran in the store.  Me. I know! And here’s the thing: I didn’t care who saw me.

Yes I still have my old tanks and sports bras and I haven’t invested in any new shorts or cute outfits. I run on a treadmill and the only one who sees my wardrobe is the 12-year-old dog who is partially deaf and near-sighted.

But the very best part is this: Everything, and I mean, everything – my job, my co-workers, my family, my ancient, arthritic dog, and even our neglected house have taken a backseat to this.

Why?

Because nothing I’ve ever purchased, tasted or experienced has ever made me feel as alive as this does. Nothing.  I love everything about it! I love the sweating (and I’m talking rivers of sweat).  I love the endurance and confidence I’m gaining. I’m loving the kick-a** way 30 minutes of this makes me feel. I love that moment that comes in the middle of a workout when my inner lizard harps that I can’t possibly finish; I love to silence her by pushing through anyway. I’m loving how well I sleep at night.  I love the “atta-girls” I get from the Hubbs and the pride I feel when I reach another milestone.

At 49, I’m loving that I can.

:: Just run:: Image from Pinterest.com

What have you discovered about yourself lately?

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