Monday, August 14, 2017

Translations ... (Part One as I am sure there will be more!!)


I would think that any of us that have been on a health journey may be able to identify with this particular blog post.  Please notice that I did not say “diet”.  I refuse, I absolutely refuse.   I saw a quote on our board at my wellness center this week that read, “It is not a short term diet.  It is a long term lifestyle change.”     That is true, oh so true.

I have found that the first stage of my journey, although I did not realize it at the time, was actually the easiest part of my journey.  Again, note that I didn’t say “easy”, but rather “easiest.”  Easiest of a journey that is difficult at every stage along the way. 

I am proud to say that, during my journey, I have lost 70 pounds.   But, I am prouder to say, that I have maintained that 70 pound loss, within 3 to 4 pounds, for the past 2 ½ years.  That has been the hardest part!

When I first started out, the particular plan I used, was very cut and dry in terms of what I could and could not have … or should and should not have.  I will say that I stayed the course, and I never strayed “outside the box.”   Since it was pre-determined what I could and should be doing, I found it very easy to stay on course, and I continuously, if slowly, lost weight.  

Then along came  maintenance, and what my particular plan calls Phase 2.  This is the part where you start to put things back into your diet from the “real world” of eating.  The “real world” that I’ll call sabotage outright.   Our society is not meant to promote health.  Oh yes, we think we do a great job of promoting health.  All of our food industries have their fat-free, carb-free, calorie-free, sugar-free marketing tools. They market this stuff exquisitely well.  Always with the right verbiage, the pretty packaging, and all the endorsements from the American Heart Association, The Cancer Institute, etc.  But before you are quick to make these choices, first take a good class in label reading, so you can read that label and know exactly what you are putting in your body.  I have been blessed to have my personal trainer and health educator mentor myself and my support group, along the way, with proper label reading. We have found that these so-called “healthy” foods have so much more sodium and additives in order to make them taste better, that “healthy” may go right out the door.  Are all of them bad?  Of course not!  But beware, beware, and choose wisely.  Make an educated choice!

For this particular blog, the topic I really want to discuss and share is the other part of maintenance and ongoing healthy choices.    I have now been on my journey since April 7, 2014.   I am a very social person, enjoying my friends, my social life, and being out and about.   I never realized how much “entertainment by mouth” permeated our social gatherings.   In the early days of my journey, I was quick to say “no, thank you”, bring along healthy choices for myself and others to share, and admittedly my friends knew I was “dieting” as they called it, so they would try to be sensitive.  But their tries often only resulted in questions like, “can you have this?” And then, “You can’t? Why not?”  Then of course, there was always their lesson in what they had read, and why I should be able to eat one thing or the other.  We finally got beyond all that, as I would often say, “that’s great for others.  But not for me right now.”  I think it was finally understood that I was on a particular journey, and I was not going to deviate.

But as maintenance has moved along, and I can incorporate other things within my eating habits, we are slowly getting back to the “sky’s the limit.”   I have found myself having to say “no” too many times, and while I realize I am probably more sensitive than others, I bet all of us along our journey have heard the same comments, and defended the same answers.  I’ll share now, and I’ll also add my personal translation of said comments …

Scene 1 …

Comment:  “There is a group of us going out tonight to a happy hour by the river.  There are drinks and appetizers, and there is a good musical group playing.  We are leaving about 4:30 and will be home about 10:00 or 10:30.  Please come with us.”

Me:  “Thank you so much for the invitation, but I’m going to decline this time.”  Then deciding that I needed to be 100% transparent, so it would not  be interpreted that I wouldn’t enjoy their company, I added, “It’s really hard for me to go to some of these functions and watch others drink and eat, when I really don’t have that in my food plan so much anymore.”

Comment:  “You can go with us and drink water.”

Translation:  Yes,  we are going to a great amusement park.  You can come with us, but you can only look at the rides, but not ride any of them.

Scene 2 …

Comment:  “You can have a piece of this salted caramel cheesecake.  You’ve earned it.”

Me:  “That’s 990 calories!!!”

Comment: “Just exercise it off.”

Translation:  I deserve to eat a piece of cheesecake, that may take me 5 minutes to eat, but then walk for 4 hours and 42 minutes, swim laps for 2 hours and 4 minutes, or do general aerobics for 2 hours and 49 minutes, to try to burn off those calories.

Scene 3 …

A group of us are sitting together and two of us are talking about eating and exercising and a recent Wellness Class that I attended.

Comment:  “How long are you going to go to these classes and keep this up?”

Me:  “I need the support, and I love the information I get from the classes.”

Comment:  “Don’t you know by now what you can and can’t eat?  And, what will make you gain weight?”

Me:  “Well, considering that I ate and lived fairly unhealthy for over 40 years, I think two years into this process is still in the very early stages.  Things don’t become habit overnight.”

Comment:  *silence*

Translation:  This is just another “fad”, we’ll all move onto another discussion in 6 months, and she’ll be trying to lose weight again with yet another “program.”

Scene 4 …

Comment:  “How much more weight do you want to lose?  When are you going to start eating normal again?”

Me:  “I would love to have a few pounds to play with, but I’m thrilled with where I am right now.  This is my new normal, and I don’t see myself ever eating differently.  It’s what I like and what I want to eat.”

Translation:  “Diets” are not sustainable, and we are destined to returning to our previous unhealthy ways, and of course, you will gain your weight back!”

Scene 5 …

A group sitting together, socializing. A table full of snacks, including my contribution of fresh veggies and fruit.

Comment:  “Can you have almonds?  Can you have some of these Pringles, they are low fat?  Can you have some of this dip?  I made it with low fat cream cheese?  These crackers are lower in fat than the regular ones. They are a healthy snack.”

Me: “No thanks, I’m good!  I have been munching on these veggies and this fruit, and I’m actually pretty full.”

Comment:  “Don’t you ever want good stuff again?”

Translation:  The crackers are “healthy.”  They say less fat, but don’t mind the sodium and the fact that they are 200 calories for THIRTEEN crackers.    Thirteen little bitty crackers!!!!!!!!!!!

Scene 6 …

Having dinner with a group. 

Comment:  While looking at my plain baked potato with just a bit of steak sauce on top for flavoring.  “Do you really like that?  Don’t you ever wish you could eat good stuff again?”

Me:  “I love steak sauce on my baked potato.  I ate my potatoes this way even before I was eating healthy.”

Translation:  YOU ARE WEIRD!!!!!!!!

The above are real events.  I will state vehemently that none of these comments were made out of malice, unkindness, or to make me feel bad.  I think they are comments that just really do seem normal, and admittedly was my normal before this journey.   Lifestyles can be changed, habits can be changed, and new habits become new lifestyles.  That’s why I love the quote at my wellness center that reads, “It is not a short term diet.  It is a long term lifestyle change."    The sooner those of us on this journey GET THAT, the easier the new habits become our new lifestyle.

TO HEALTH!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

A Heart Gone ...


I guess it is normal that sometimes it takes years to put words to paper and then others times they flow like Niagara Falls.   I’m suspicious it is all related to the content, the depth of the words, and simply the right timing to capture the thoughts.

This is a journey that starts at age seventeen.   Christmas season of age seventeen.   It’s funny how certain dates are molded into your heart and mind, while other dates get erased before they can even become a memory.  

A few weeks before the holidays, this 17-year-old girl found herself pulling into the Clark Gas Station to get her oil checked.  Were there issues with the car?  Of course not!  There happened to be a 17-year-old, quite handsome, young man that worked at said gas station.   What better way for a young lady to meet someone than to feign possible car trouble?  It was perfectly logical.    Handsome young man checked the oil, and not surprisingly, found absolutely nothing wrong.   But hopefully it was an ice breaker.  However, after a few weeks when there was no change in action, it seemed all was in vain.

The week between Christmas and New Year’s, the young lady excitingly joined other friends from her high school and headed to New York City with a theatre group from another local high school.   Her first time away from home without her parents!   And, to New York City!   Handsome young man was not even thought about.  Oh, the fickleness of a 17-year-old!

Upon returning to the airport from the New York trip, the family was waiting at the gate.  Yes, this is back before all the security issues at the airports when friends and family could actually come directly to the gate, and when you walked off the plane, you could see loved ones smiling and awaiting your return.   Mother, father, sister waiting at the gate … and best friend, best friend’s boyfriend, and handsome young man!  Now that was a happy surprise.

For the next four years, handsome young man and young lady were inseparable. To say that this union changed the course of both of their lives would be an understatement.  Planning their life together, the children they would have, the careers they would choose were normal conversations.  Never, never in the conversations was there any discussion of IF they would marry, it was only WHEN they would marry.  Months turned to years, and years turned into changes as each of them matured.

There seems to be more changes in people from their teen years into their early adulthood years, or so it seemed with handsome young man and young lady.   What was once clear anticipation of a life together, became a question each day, and for some reason, unknown to this day, a drawing apart of their hearts and minds.    When handsome young man stated one evening that he thought he would “go out to California for a while and just hang out”,  young lady decided it was time for a break.  Handsome young man would never have suggested this split, but his actions progressed in a manner that forced young lady to make that suggestion and decision.   Funny how this decision making reared its ugly head many years later as mature adults.

Handsome young man met another lady, shortly after split and probably during if truth were known, and married very quickly.   He moved on with his life with his wife and two daughters, and young lady moved on with her life, friends, career, but no husband, no children.   Young lady acknowledges the feelings she knew she had before with handsome young man, and quite honestly never felt that same puttering with anyone else that came into her life.  Not that there were very many at all that came into her life.

When young lady’s father passed away, handsome young man walked into the funeral home. Their visit time seeing each other in over 12 years.   His comment, “I had to come.  That man offered to put me through college.”   Young lady never knew her father and handsome young man had these discussions.  She did know her father often said, “if I had to hand pick a son, I couldn’t pick one any finer.”  Cordial condolences followed, and handsome young man left the funeral home.

At age forty, handsome young man contacts young lady.   There is a discussion of a potential medical issue with handsome young man, and young lady works in health care.   He pays a visit to the physician she works with, and then chooses to wait in the reception room all afternoon, so he and young lady can have dinner together when her work shift is complete. 

Handsome young man relays the message that he and his wife are separated and getting a divorce.  Young lady responds that she is sorry to hear that they are going through this, and his reply, “that’s OK.  Marriage is not a bad thing, I just married the wrong person many years ago.”   Then when dinner is over, handsome young man states that he has to have a hug.

For the next several years, handsome young man randomly pops up on young lady’s door. Always when there is something “going on” in each other’s lives.  It is uncanny how it is almost intuitive of needing to share a thought, an event, a need.  

Then at age 60 or so, handsome young man and young lady start the new technology of texting.  Handsome young man sends young lady beautiful and tender texts. Texts of memories, texts of kind thoughts, sweet compliments. First text in the morning at 5:30 a.m. wishing her a sweet day, texts at the end of the day wishing her a restful night.   Young lady asks him for dinner, for walks, but he is ever so busy with his grandchildren and children.  Seems there are a lot of issues with family needs, and he is the glue to his family.  Young lady is warmed by this, as she remembers since age seventeen, his tenderness and care for others.   He would often put his time on hold while assisting others.  

The young lady learns that handsome young man is living with someone!   That’s a quick sentence to this story, isn’t it?  Well, it was a quick sentence in real life as well.  Young lady learns that handsome young man has been living with someone for the past twelve years or so.   It is explained to her (not by handsome young man) that the relationship is “not that kind of relationship.”  Living with someone is living with someone.  Young lady realizes that if it is “not that kind of relationship” that there would be no reason for handsome young man to hide this information.   Young lady remembers all the times she tried to give him an opportunity to just tell her what was doing on with him.   It was always the grandchildren and his children.   Young lady realizes that when handsome young man decided to move in with lady, it was during the same times that he was talking with young lady, stopping by young lady’s home, and young lady was more than available for a relationship.

Lies through omission are lies all the same. Young lady was made into the “other woman” under no knowledge of this herself, and young lady knows that she would have never been in that role, if the choice had been hers.  Handsome young man had again made another choice, that forced young lady to make a decision.  History does repeat itself, it so repeats itself.

Handsome young man never said a word to young lady, tried to explain anything, or acknowledged why?    Why the charade?  Why the lies through omission?  Why did he feel the need to go down this road?  Why in their 60’s, this was a necessary path?  He continued to send texts of “good morning”, “happy birthday”, “Merry Christmas”, and young lady never responded.  The hardest thing in her life was to delete those texts with no reply.  Friends have told her that sometimes it is clear why you said goodbye in the first place.  Is it ever really clear?

So for the first time since age seventeen, handsome young man and young lady are no longer parts of each other’s lives.   It is all so strange to know that someone that has been a kindred spirit, a love of your life, a friend, and someone that knew you as well as you knew yourself will never be a part of your life again.   It was always known before, that at some point, some time, there would be communication.  That familiarity that just existed.   That’s gone … it’s gone.  And, so is a part of young lady's heart.

All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
                                                                                                                          Psalm 139