The Plan

During my search for group exercise classes in my three favorite activities, I inadvertently set a plan of action that will help me achieve some goals I set a couple years back. I am currently involved in a running clinic that will help me achieve the standard triathlon running distance of 10K. Ever since my first 5K I have wanted to run an official 10K event.

After my first triathlon, I had decided that I would like to do another one but with a "real" racing bike and after having some swimming lessons. I got the real racing bike this year for my birthday so that part is done, but there was still the issue of honing my swim skills so I don't have another near drowning experience.

I saw a Saturday 6am swim practise at St. Clair that I could see myself using as a training option. There is a swim coach on deck that you can consult with. All the practise in the world won't help me improve if I don't get some instruction on proper form & swim technique so I have decided to use my Christmas gift allowance for private swim lessons. This way I can practise what I am taught during my swim lessons. Sounds like a plan.

Sometime next April the Running Factory will offer their annual running training which is designed to help learn-to-run graduates increase their strength & speed which will decrease their running time. I have thought that this would be an excellent way to get back into running after the winter months.

I'm not sure if I will join an official cycling club or just train on my own, but I plan on getting lots of riding time in too.

If all goes according to speculation, I will be ready to enter a full-length triathlon next summer. That is if I can find an event that is on a Saturday. This can be a challenge since the favored day for hosting such events is usually Sunday. I have made a commitment not to participate in fitness events on Sunday because of my desire to honor God on that day and attend worship at my church. There are not many events on Saturdays but I will look and if I can find one, that will be the one I participate in.

So next year I will be repeating the century ride, running a 10K and a full-length triathlon if I can find one! That's the goal I'm working towards. Should keep me plenty busy and give me lots of reason to get in the pool, lace up to run, and pedal that bike!

Homework

Not only have I committed to meeting a group of runners on a weekly basis but apparently, I have homework that needs to be done twice a week to ensure the success of my clinic experience. Two independent running sessions that duplicate the time set at the group class. This for the girl who makes it a rule not to run more than twice a week.

My first practise run was scheduled for Wednesday. I was still experiencing post-workout soreness from Monday and it was so intense that I tried to wake up TWICE that morning and had to return to bed both times. The head to toe ache made me think that I had come down with a virus and needed to rest.

On my third attempt to rise, I was moving slow. I was behind schedule and trying to prepare for a long day, first at work and then later teaching a financial class at church. I figured that having lost my early morning jump on exercising, I had lost my chance to "do my homework" and wouldn't be able to fit that 25 minute run in like I planned.

I'm not sure when I decided that I was not going to leave for work until I had completed my fitness obligation but I walked my kid's to the bus stop, kissed them, and set out for my run. It was now raining and Milo, who is usually ecstatic to be my partner, was not enthused about getting wet. I wasn't either but we were going to face this challenge, shower, and get on with our day.

It wasn't easy. Every step hurt. Because of the rain, there was no-one else out on the trail at all. I was amazed that I could keep putting one foot in front of the other and move forward, but I did. Before I knew it, my timer alerted me to turn around and head towards home for the last 12.5 minutes. Milo was much more excited about that and I admit, so was I. As a result, our pace quickened slightly and it didn't hurt quite so bad.

When it was over, I felt so good. I knew that this 2nd workout was a hurtle and that running this season would likely not be as uncomfortable as it was during this session. I went on with my day feeling strong, successful and more sure of my impulsive decision to join the running clinic.

Today, Saturday, was my last homework assignment for this week. Again, my early rising plans were foiled due to a late social evening, but I headed out after a day of grocery shopping with the family. Milo had been couped up all day and was glad to be outside. Shawn laced up his Rollerblades and accompanied me.

I wasn't as sore but I worked pretty hard trying to keep the pace that Shawn & Milo were setting. I couldn't speak except to gasp out the occasional answer to Shawn's questions. The reward was that I was able to cover more distance this time around. It was over quickly and it felt good. Shawn even complimented me on my running ability and that felt great too.

Week one is officially over and I am ready for Monday's group run feeling much more confident. The running time is going to increase to 28 minutes and this time I am going to bring my Ipod shuffle and show up on time! I'll tell you how it goes.

Running Factory-Week One

I woke up this morning (Mon) with no idea that I was going to sign up for the Learn to Run program at the Running Factory. I knew I needed to find something...anything... that would indulge my enjoyment of fitness in a social setting.

I browsed cycling clubs, swimming clubs and finally running clubs. I found some good leads for all three but when I saw that the running clinic that I had wanted to join for a couple years was starting...gulp..on this very day, I knew I had to do it. I decided this by 8:30am just before leaving for work!

I knew I had made the right decision because all day I felt excited and well...hopeful. I was going to be joining a group of people who were all there to run and get better at running.

I called the store to ask a few qualifying questions. The gentleman on the phone asked about my running history and sounded like this learn to run program may be a little too basic for me. I assured him that I hadn't run for a while so he suggested that I take level four. Oh, there's different levels? This I had not known and it sounded good. Level four, he explained, is where runners work up to running an hour straight. This sounded perfect for me.

After work I came home at my usual time and had an hour to get the mail, make supper, eat, check the kid's chores and school agendas. We ate a modest supper of sandwiches and I had plenty of time to change and head out the door. That's when things started spiralling out of control.

First, I never bothered to write down the address and I was guilty of being too dependant on my GPS which failed me miserably. Apparently, The Running Factory doesn't exist in GPS-land. It searched and searched and searched but it couldn't find any Running Factory anywhere. I drove in the general direction I thought it was and I would have stopped to enter the address...if I had bothered to bring it!

Somehow, my memory guided me to the store's location (albeit not the most direct route) and I was faced with a new challenge. Parking. Cars were jammed into the tiny store lot and blocking each other in. Another person squeezed their car into the last possible space (the driveway) so I went around the block looking for somewhere to leave my car. I settled on the lot across the street that had a "For Sale/Lease" sign and hoped I wouldn't be towed by some irate business owner while I was out running around.

Just as I entered the store the people gathered there were heading outside. I found out that instead of being 10 minutes late, I was actually a full half hour late. I felt better when another girl came up beside me saying that she too thought it started at 6:30pm and not the 6:15pm listed on the website and materials. Sometimes I wonder that I can actually tell time, never mind read.

I literally dropped my stuff on the store floor and chased the group outside. Fortunately our group leader was holding up four fingers and I was able to count them so I made my way over. We exchanged a few pleasantries and then began to walk down Prado street. It seemed like we had only been walking 30 seconds before the word came back that it was time to run. I started to jog and asked one of the three instructors how long this first run was going to be.

"25 minutes" he said, "and there's only one run in this group."

What? My mind tilted. I thought learn to run programs did a walk-jog combination until you gradually were running the whole time. That's what I signed up for. Groups 1-3 do this but not group 4. No, group 4 starts at a full 25 minute run and works up from there with solid runs week after week. I admit, I panicked. I've been lazy with my pace and I can't remember the last time I ran for 25 consecutive minutes. Maybe the triathlon a couple years ago? Oh, this was going to be bad.

I had no choice. I wasn't going to be the girl who thought she could do level four and had to be sent back to level three instead. Yup, it was pride. I thought about all the physical activity I do and decided that although the next 25 minutes was going to be uncomfortable, I was capable. There's a big difference between the two!

I wasn't the slowest but I was far behind the fastest. One of the group leaders settled into pace beside me and kept me company while I endured. Everything in me wanted to ask, "How much longer?" about twenty times and I wanted to walk very badly but I had to keep going.

I was so happy when that miserable 25 minutes was over! I would never have pushed myself to do that on my own. One of the group leaders took a look at me at the end of the run and commented that I was working too hard. Very observant! I felt like my head was going to blow up and I was gasping for air. I told him I wasn't expecting such a long run on the very first night but that I'm very active so I thought I could handle it. I'm always trying to do more than is "safe" or comfortable...something challenging. This definitely fit.

I don't know why running is so hard for me when there are many other activities I can do for hours on end but in this next nine weeks, I am going to push myself past the cozy, lackadaisical limits that I've settled into when it comes to this discipline. I definitely did that tonight. My stomach was churning precariously and my ears got real hot on the drive home. It was a wonderful feeling that I haven't experienced since training to teach BodyStep years ago. Limits expand as you push them and I haven't been pushing very hard to be honest.

Apparently they expect you to repeat this ritual twice during the week on your own. Hmmm...does anybody want to go for a run?

Stepping Out

I have been thinking about joining a fitness group or club (not a gym) for a while and this morning while researching what is available in the community I discovered that the Running Factory's Learn to Run clinic was beginning today. I just knew that I had to sign up and do what I have been longing to do for a couple years now.

I'm not sure exactly why I waited so long. There are all the usual obstacles. Money is a big one because we live on a fairly tight budget. I have a home gym so it seemed unreasonable to pay to do something I could easily do on my own at home. It'll take 3 weeks of my discretionary spending money to pay for the 9 week clinic, but for the first time ever, I felt it was worth every penny.

Then there is time. Working full-time, making supper, raising a family, trying to do renovations, volunteering, and all the other things on the to-do list made the trek across town once a week feel like a total waste...especially since I have a great trail right outside my doorstep.

Finally, there are the mindsets. I used to be a fitness instructor and a personal trainer. I've run a 5K and did it again when I completed a triathlon a couple years ago. This summer I rode 100 miles in one day. I don't need any more head knowledge and I'm certainly capable of the physical activity. Why would I want to pay or take extra time for something I can do on my own?

The answer isn't really a logical one from my perspective. It's emotional. There was something intangible, but very real about making a commitment to a 9 week program and that one solid appointment every week. Being in a group with other people who are united in purpose and feeling the camaraderie that results from achieving a common goal. The pace is set by those who are experienced and any temptation to "just take it easy" goes out the window when your performance is being monitored by others. I also liked not having be responsible or in charge. No-one was asking me how to eat or exercise right and if I don't show up for a couple of the sessions for some reason or another...the show will go on without me. It's an odd relief.

I have felt more excited today than I have felt since completing my century ride in July. I loved my first clinic session and have realized that I need to have at least one group "something" involving fitness every week in my life to motivate, energize and hopefully contribute to the positive experience enjoyed by all who workout along side me.

If you've always wanted to get out there and do something outside your comfy "box", it's not too late to join in. Don't wait too long or you will certainly reason yourself out of taking the first step.
http://www.runningfactory.com/

Breaking the Rule

A long time ago I learned that I have a natural and very persistent urge to sample anything that I take the time to bake and it is strongest in the first hour after it comes out of the oven. Why wouldn't one want to taste the fruit of their labour? I came to terms with this and decided that I wouldn't spend my valuable time making anything that was going to deter me from my health & fitness goals. Bake what is going to assist and nourish me, and if necessary, buy at the store what my family insisted on consuming that doesn't help at all.

This rule works for me when I don't break it. Raw, natural, and otherwise healthy baked goods I can spend hours on and enjoy. The other stuff can come home in a bag or a box and go in the cupboard, freezer, or cold storage without me having to touch, smell or otherwise handle it in any way.

This week I went against this natural law and suffered the penalty for it.

My children launched a campaign to bake homemade chocolate chip cookies. They started with "Remember?" questions that went like this:

"Remember those chocolate chip cookies mom used to make?"

"Remember when she made us wear a scarf over our mouth so we wouldn't breath germs on the cookie dough" (Okay, we were making them as Christmas gifts so I wasn't taking any chances!)

"Remember when mom let us mix the dough with our hands?" (After a thorough washing, I promise!)

Then they started getting serious:

"Mom, are you ever going to make cookies with us again?"

"Those cookies tasted so good"

"That cookie recipe is the best one ever"

In the store they excitedly pointed out the massive bag of chocolate chips and I don't know what happened. Suddenly this force took over my body and I heard the words, "Go ahead and put them in the cart" come out of my mouth. That's what if felt like anyways. In actuality, I chose to listen to the conflicting voice inside me that says a mother's love means indulging your children now and then.

My kids were equally incredulous and they practically tripped over themselves to get the bag before I changed my mind. I almost did. I wanted to, but I knew that it would be beyond cruel to back out after I had raised their hopes.

Once home, the chocolate chips went into the cold storage and I hoped that the family would forget they were there. No. The chocolate chip cookie questions, statements and innuendos continued until finally I decided that we would make a big batch and get this over with. Trysten & Paris were elated.

We doubled the recipe and I helped the kids assemble the ingredients but I made them handle the dough. I didn't get involved until the hot trays needed to be taken from the oven and the cookies carefully lifted off in their molten state to be put on the plate. Big mistake. The mix of brown sugar, butter, vanilla, walnuts, coconut and chocolate chips was beyond intoxicating.

My children wanted to take platefuls around to the families in our neighborhood. This was a monumental event for them and they wanted to share the experience. These are the best cookies after all! They had my blessing because I just wanted them to be gone as quickly as possible.

While they were outside bestowing their baked goods to the hungry neighbourhood children and their equally interested parents, I was left alone in the kitchen. I was overwhelmed by desire for these cookies and before I knew it I ate three. I wish I could say that they tasted horrible to me and made me feel dreadfully sick but they didn't. They tasted wonderful.  Sorry, it really is a great cookie recipe! I thought about you all reading about this indiscretion in my blog but at the moment, I didn't care.

Having said no to a lot of sweets this year, I wondered why it was so hard to say no to these warm, gooey treats. That's when I remembered that I had been untrue to my own rule and I hadn't been tempted before this because this was the first time this year that I had made this recipe. I had sabotaged myself.

Shawn saw me packaging the leftover cookies later that evening and offered to help put them away. They were safely rested in the freezer and my family has been enjoying them daily. They haven't had any pull over me at all since that first hour out of the oven. In trying to decide how I could handle the situation better next time I had all sorts of options.

1) I could have not succumbed to the cookie campaign and said no to the chocolate chips in the first place
2) I could have helped the kids assemble the cookies and had dad take them out of the oven while I either left the house or kept occupied (perhaps tied up in the basement?)
3) I could hire a babysitter and have her make the cookies with my children (I have done this before)

Sometimes you need to know where you are weak or broken and build a wall of protection around that area so that temptation doesn't unnecessarily overcome you. I'd love to say that I have built up incredible will power that makes me immune to my own freshly baked chocolate chip cookies but we all know now that that is simply not the truth. I can say no to those cookies before they are made or after they have passed the "freshly baked" stage so I just need to make sure I don't go there.

Its been many days now and I suffered the consequences of sugar cravings the day following the cookie episode. I didn't allow myself to wallow in guilt over it but it was harder to make good choices after I had let down my own standard. Once you cross a line you have to decide if you are going to keep going in that direction or turn around and walk away. Walk away.

Conscious Competence

During a lunch discussion with my mother she shared that she had recently heard one of the best arguments for keeping a food & exercise journal. Since I attempt to keep a regular log of my food intake and physical activities and was just resuming this discipline after a couple weeks of neglect, I was interested to hear a persuading reason that would motivate me to continue.

What would you think about about boarding a plane and having the pilot announce that on this flight he had opted not to do his routine check of the instruments and had decided that he wouldn't use the guiding instruments at all? Would you feel confident that you would arrive at your destination, never mind safely or on time?

How would you be able to manage a regular work day without the aid of your watch, clocks, day timer schedule or any other tracking devices that assist you with time management? How likely would you be to remember your appointments and arrive precisely on time for them?

My mom recalled several other examples that were made along this premise. I was intrigued because even though I subscribe to the success of tracking my nutritional and exercise choices, I've always born a sense of shame for needing to do so. I guess it was because there are so many people who are naturally thin and don't need to watch the amounts of food they eat or ensure that they burn enough calories to maintain a healthy weight.

Experiencing a measure of competence using this method of tracking, I have experienced the curiosity and dismay of people who view this behaviour as somewhat obsessive compulsive. There is an underlying expectation that this is not part of normal existence and that one shouldn't need to plot their course when it comes to this part of your life. Yet it is perfectly acceptable, even expected, to do so in other areas.

How likely are you to let a brain surgeon fly by the seat of his pants, go with the flow, and guess while conducting brain surgery....on you? Wouldn't you want a surgeon who was a perfectionist while performing such an intricate procedure?

Sure enough, eating on a day to day basis is not brain surgery, but if you have health, weight-loss or maintenance goals and you have a tendency to stray off course--then using accurate tools, measures, and tracking systems to guide your behaviour is not only important, it's vital.

Icy Solution

In the past couple months I have stopped making almond milk as my attention was diverted to other activities. I prefer it to cow's milk but the 3-day fridge life demanded that I monitor the soaking, peeling, blending, storage and usage with a precision that is difficult to maintain. I'm more of a "make a big batch and freeze it for when you need it" kind of girl.

Ironically enough, this was the exact solution to my dilemma. Typically I would make a batch of almond milk and if I didn't use up the milk within the 3 days, I would freeze it and use it for ice cream. Why it took so long for me to realize that I could also use the cubes for my daily hot cocoa or smoothies, I have no idea.

This time when I went through the process of almond milk making I did a double batch and froze it all in cube trays immediately. Now this milk is ready for me whenever I need it and I can delay the extensive preparation for weeks instead of days. In the ever-changing seasons of my life, I can be sure that this food will fit permanently into my schedule.

It's a big solution to a seemingly insignificant problem. It reminds me that no matter how impossible it may seem to make better choices, if you really want to make something work, you will find a way.

The Harvest

With autumn weather sweeping in with a sharp abruptness that feels as chilly as the air outside, I found myself surveying my garden and what is left of the ripening vegetables. Picking this late summer harvest and noticing that there is yet still unripened fruit on the vines gives me hope that this season may tarry just a little bit longer..

I planted less square footage this year than in years past but almost every plant

thrived and yielded produce beyond my expectations. We have enjoyed bowl upon bowl of homemade tabbouleh & salsa from the one parsley and 2 Roma tomato plants I put in. I literally picked my whole parsley plant clean a few weeks ago and was able to pick enough for another tabbouleh salad today! Same goes for the never-ending Greek salad bowl that was fuelled with my tomatoes & cucumbers. I planted two pepper plants and after three batches of stuffed peppers I still have a huge bowlful of shiny green peppers to transform into this tasty dish. The green beans are finished now but while they were producing I got two huge potfuls of this favorite dinnertime vegetable. My four Brussel sprout plants are just getting ready to present their sprouts for picking now. Mmmm...steamed Brussel sprouts with butter & salt. Yum.

 

Sheri, our renter, left us and her small section of garden behind to go back to school in Sarnia. Most of her plants were done with their contributions but her beefsteak tomatoes are still growing rapidly. I have already made a huge potful of homemade marinara sauce and have enough to make another pot today.



The only disappointments were the strawberries and peas. The strawberry plants blossomed beautifully but the plump, juicy berries were nibbled on or completely stolen by a renegade squirrel so we didn't get to enjoy them. Next year we plan on hanging those plants where wildlife is unable to reach them. The peas were an afterthought and I should have given them something to climb. One plant that grew and intertwined with my wire fence did exceptionally well.

Shawn mentioned that he noticed I haven't been using my juicer recently and at first I felt a twinge of guilt. Had I purchased this appliance and quickly lost interest as I have in the past? It wasn't until some days later that I realized that the slowing of my juicing and blending had corresponded with the weeks of harvesting my garden vegetables. The energy I used to apply to regular juicing was now being used to pluck, clean, and prepare these wonderful veggies into culinary delights. It is one thing to plant, weed, water and pick and another altogether to ensure that the abundant food does not go to waste!

I feel a little sad at the thought of this season coming to an end. Soon the plants will be shrivelled up and my garden plot will be covered with leaves first and then snow. I will have to go back to the market where I typically purchase my fresh produce but it will not feel the same.

I have already jotted notes down for next year and have plans to expand my garden in years to come. I would have appreciated having my own cilantro for the salsa, green onions for the tabbouleh and red onions for the Greek salad. The blueberry & raspberry bushes and the pear tree I planted this spring may also yield its fruit in the years to come and we look forward to more summers of healthy, organic foods from our own back yard.

Heart Motivation

I admit that my focus on a healthful lifestyle this year and it's very significant impact on my decisions may appear to be almost unhealthy or compulsive to the average person. More than once I have had feedback from individuals that made me evaluate my heart and motives and question why I do what I do.

In the past, my sole motivation for eating & exercising was to lose weight. I wanted to get as thin as I could so I could feel attractive and accepted. I was able to achieve this but as I mentioned in previous blogs--I did this at the expense of my long-term health. I did achieve the feelings of attractiveness and acceptance I was looking for but it very quickly began to feel more like a prison than the pinnacle of success it appeared to be. I was terrified of gaining back any weight for fear of people's judgement.

"Have you seen Melissa? What happened? She was so thin & fit. Looks like someone isn't exercising enough...or maybe she's letting her eating get out of control..."

The fear of being talked about or falling off the pedestal I'd fought to stand on was almost worse than not having stood on it at all.

As I mentioned in my very first blog, "The Beginning", I had a significant spiritual experience with God that was the key to unlocking the prison I had deliberately locked myself in. Health, not weight-loss, became my motivation. This was not an immediate transformation but more a concept that was was conceived in my heart and has steadily grown.

To many, my current fascination with building healthy behaviours and getting rid of toxic ones may seem just as prison-like but I assure you that in this case, it is not. My optimal health is not something that people can see and judge. It is not a measure by which people can assess my worth as a human being. You will not find my dramatic health transformation in any magazine and there is no guarantee that I will not succumb to an untimely death just because I took the time to take care of myself. Sometimes I even wonder if anything I've done this past year has made a difference at all!

I do admit that I struggled quite a bit with making the shift between trying to be perfect and just deciding to be obedient to the principles of health. In the year before I began this blog I had given up once again on my efforts to give up caffeine. I had made some great changes in other areas so I decided that maybe I was just trying too hard to be perfect and that I should just give myself permission to have a few bad habits.

I felt like I was betraying the revelation I had received from the Holy Spirit during my 1st encounter weekend but my efforts to change weren't working and I was beginning to think maybe I had imagined the whole thing in my head. Having caffeine, sugar or artificial sweetener isn't a sin and maybe I was being compulsive in denying myself the pleasure of a coffee or diet soda. It felt bad at the time but every time I felt that voice saying, "Melissa, you shouldn't be eating or drinking that..." I would mentally turn it off. I had given up.

It was during that year that I experienced some emotional difficulties. I spoke with my doctor about my struggles and she suggested some treatments that I wasn't thrilled about. During my prayer time over these issues I was reminded of my previous partial hysterectomy and the effect that could be having on my emotional stability. I requested that my doctor do a blood test first and if hormones were not a factor, then I would proceed with her recommendations. She looked skeptical at my theory but did the blood test to appease me. When the results came back, I was indeed in the midst of menopause as I suspected.

Not being one to use this condition as an excuse, I began to research holistic ways to manage menopausal symptoms. I found some positive suggestions that included using Wild Yam Cream instead of traditional hormone replacement therapy but I also found that a healthy lifestyle can make a huge difference. Sure enough, a few of the healthy recommendations included eliminating caffeine, sugar, artificial sweeteners and white, processed flour from the diet. Drink more water. Exercise. Supplement. All the things we know we are supposed to do and don't.

It was then that the connection between what the Holy Spirit had been whispering to me and a proper heart motivation was made. I could endeavor to make these changes not out of the compulsion of trying to be perfect but out of a realization that God knows our bodies and what is best for us. Who better to advise us than the one who made us and knows what we need more than we do? Wisdom speaks to us every day but we rarely listen and many times if we do there is frustration because we do not understand the purpose. Healing, not perfection, is the goal.

So today, when I go out with my family and opt not to have the coffee, soda, ice cream, donuts or other treats it is not because I hate my body, feel the compulsion to abuse myself, or a desire to be perfect. No. It is because I have come to realize that these things are not good for me and I have come to accept that I will be happier, healthier and more healed if I choose not to have them.

It is a significant difference that only I truly know. To the person observing it all looks the same. I still struggle sometimes with the old motivations in my heart but they do not have the grip they used to have. In truth, they didn't have much strength anyway and often gave way to temptation. This new, purer motivation is much more effective in producing real, long-term, successful change than I have ever experienced in the past.

I still struggle sometimes. God is still working on me. Health is much more than food & exercise. Recently, the Holy Spirit has been whispering to me about other heart motivations and issues that have nothing to do with nutrition or fitness but have everything to do with healing and wholeness. I am encouraged because when you listen in one area, it often makes it easier to listen in another. It may look the same on the outside but inside, it's all new and abundantly more powerful.

"For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart." Hebrews 4:12

Wacky Moles

One challenge I have faced anytime I have sought to improve my habits especially during this year commitment to grow & live a healthy lifestyle, is to keep trying in spite of temporary, yet persistent failure. Logic would lead you to believe that you could focus on one behaviour for a limited amount of time and when it looks like it's become second nature, you could turn your focus to another behaviour while maintaining the consistency in the first one. This might be true if I were a programmable robot or if the variations of life and emotions didn't come into play!

Instead of consistent, systematic conquering of bad habits and the successful assimilation of new ones, I've experienced an almost comic life version of "Whack a Mole" where just as I pound down one issue, another rises up and as I pound that one down, the series of "moles" that I had just whacked at keep taking their turns randomly popping out of their holes again. Why won't they all stay down?

One week I may decide I'm going to focus on my water drinking and as I experience some success in that department, my food & exercise journal may be neglected. I turn my attention to the food & exercise journal only to forget the water and find out that I'm not exercising enough in relation to what I'm eating. I start to increase my exercise but then I forget to make some healthy foods and snacks for myself to eat and end up standing at the fridge with no good food choices and we order a pizza. So I spend some time making some wholesome food and realize I've forgotten to take my supplements all week....I think you get the picture!

Life is a series of changing seasons and frankly, as humans we are bizarrely complicated in our reactions and emotions. Summer vacation may somewhat derail my efforts to keep my family and I on the nutritional straight and narrow but September is here and bringing it's routine structure with it. I've been distracted with conflict and emotional turmoil that has temporarily hindered my energy for healthy meal preparation or journaling but that too will pass. It's important to keep the big, long term picture in front of your eyes or the insanity of reemerging obstacles will make you throw your "whacking mallet" away in despair.

I may not drink my 8 glasses of water each and every day but since water is pretty much all I drink ever, at least I know that I'm not quenching my natural thirst with other less-healthy alternatives. I may not take my supplements consistently but I have them and they occasionally need replacing so they ARE being consumed, albeit haphazardly. My exercise may not always outdo my appetite but at least my body is somewhat fit and there's less extra poundage than there could be. So maybe we order a pizza now and then--at least that is the exception and not the rule.

I am comforted that although my "whacking" efforts may appear to be disjointed and ineffective, I am finding that the moles don't get out of their holes quite so high and my efforts are scoring some points. If I keep at it, maybe I'll be quick enough with the mallet to keep them down for good. In the meantime I'm going to keep trying and remember that it could actually be fun to play this game if I make it so.