I just can't come up with a title for this blog.

Yesterday I chose not to exercise.  Not to bad.  One day won't hurt much.  Oh My Goodness......I could not control by eating last night.  I just kept eating and eating.

I have been doing very well.  Keeping my calories down and exercising each day.  I was feeling good.  Then last night.  It just helped reinforce how important excerise is. I have already been on the bike for 20 minutes.  Hopefully I won't have a night like last night again.

Thought

Working Together

Weight Watchers has started again in the county.  Four of my co-teachers have signed up and are getting started.  One dear friend has begged me to sign up and do it with her.  I have stayed firm with my no.  I did sit down with her and agreed to do my own thing as she works with WW.  So I am back to tracking what I eat.  It always seems to work best for me.  I just get bored with tracking and it's hard to track when you just throw things together and call it dinner.  But I'm going to give it my all. Hopefully all 5 of us working together will bring us all success.

Veggie Week

I am sure that I have eaten more veggies this week than I have in a long time.  In fact, tonight I had pizza for dinner and put sliced zucchini on it. (Green Peppers, too) I am trying hard not to let any of those veggies I sliced last Saturday go to waste.

I bought ice cream last Friday.  I am proud to say that I still have about 1/2 a carton left.  In the past I could finish a carton of ice cream in 24 hours. (Yes, I'm sharing my deep dark secerts.)

Exercise:
    Tuesday - nothing
    Wednesday - bike
    Thursday - pool
Earlier today I went down and got in the pool.  The idea was later after dinner I would go down and get on the bike.  That never happened.  Oh, well!  There is always tomorrow.

Excuses

I'm all full of excuses tonight.  At least I'm owning up to the fact that they are excuses.  By the time I got home from school I was sore.  I hadn't wore good shoes.  I was a little on the tired side and my throat was sore.  So I choose not to ride the bike tonight. But I did spend 45 minutes in the pool! :-)

Never Give Up

I feel a need to share this poem.  I think more for me then anyone else.  I have struggled with being to heavy all my adult life.  Everytime I renew my efforts to lose some weight I hear voice that say. . . "Here she goes again.   I don't know why she tries.  She'll never do it.  She hasn't yet." They seem like truely real vocies to me.
I shared this poem in Relief Society today.  As a read it I had a great feeling come over me that not only was my Heavenly Father but also my earthly father was cheering me on.

The Race

attributed to Dr. D.H. "Dee" Groberg
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
    my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
    excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race
    or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,
    and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire,
    to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd,
    was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
    the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,
    and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.
As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now.
    Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
    which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,
    and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
    his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace.
    “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face
    with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!”
So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last.
    “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten...
    but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye.
    “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try?
I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
    But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,
    for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
    You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
    and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
    still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
    Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
    head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
    the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
    you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
    “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
    the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
    And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
    another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

Much Better

It's  true...........the sun did shine today.  I feel so much better.  My mood has lifted. 

Yesterday while I was shopping I bought a bagful of veggies.  I spent about an hour today and cut them all up; carrots, celery, green peppers, zucchini and cucumbers.  They are all in bags in the fridge ready for whatever; soups, salads, casseroles.  I have a lazy habit of having veggies go bad because I don't want to take the time to fix them up.  I'm hopping this will help.

I slept in (partly do to medication that I took last night) and woke up ready to face the day.  I went straight down to the pool.  Later in the afternoon I went down and got on the bike.  Another episode of Coach.  It's nice how the time goes by fast while I'm focused on TV (Netflix) instead of working out.  So a little over an hour of me time today!

Negative Thoughts

I really need to blog.  I really don't want to.  I really don't want to do much of anything.  My "Itty Bitty --- Committee" is really having a hayday today.  I've told them to shut up but maybe I need to put it down.  I'm having the feeling of failure today.  I had a small bowl of ice cream (not half the carton like normal) and I didn't get in the pool.  Why does that make me feel like I've blown the day?  I wish I could figure out the human thinking pattern. 
I AM NOT A FAILURE!!!  I did come home from school and get on the bike.
I'm remembering why I never stick with the bike.  The way the seat reclines and the way I'm built and working around a bad knee it really hurts my upper back.  My shoulders and down between my shoulder blades hurt.  I don't just hurt when I ride but when I'm off also.  I don't know if it will get better.  I think I've always stopped the bike after a few days because of this.  I'm going to persist.   I guess I just need to go to bed and sleep it off.  The sun will shine tomorrow on a new day.
Thanks to those that read and support me.  It makes me put more thought into what I do knowing people are waiting to read.

Tired

Came home from school tired and didn't feel like doing anything.  But.......I did it anyway.  Both bike and pool.

Yeah!

I did it!  I was even more nervous about my work out when I remembered I had meetings at school until 5:00.  I made it through 1 episode of Coach on the bike and 40 minutes of walking in the pool.

Nervous

I'm nervous!  I have to go back to school tomorrow.  I will come home tired.  Will I have the inner strength to work out?  I hate having to work.  It has been so nice being on my own time schedule the past few days.

New Year

2012 is gone.  2013 has started.  I'm not really sure what happened to 2012.
Happy New Year!

Another episode of Coach and another 25 minutes on the bike.  Today I experienced no pain in my knee.  Except for riding before lunch and feeling shakey after getting off I felt good.   I've had lunch and a rest and am now heading down to the pool.