Sunday, August 10, 2014

An update on the New Thing.

So...the New Thing.

On August 1 I joined One Fit Widow (1FW). Check them out. I have been following them on Facebook for a year or so. Since August 1, I've been detoxing...cutting out the sugar, the fried foods, the dairy, the bread and wheat and the wine. Disclaimer: I did eat sugar and wheat on August in Thanksgiving aka ChrisEasterGiving and I had a glass of Chianti two nights ago and two bites of vanilla ice cream with hot fudge another night. And guess what? I could tell. It didn't sit well on my gut; I felt like crap. And I didn't sleep well. BOOM. Ah-ha moment.

So. What have I been eating? Everything else! Lots of veggies. Fruit. Small amounts of lean protein. Whole grains. Salmon and tuna. Yesterday for lunch I had about 10 chips and freshly made guac. It was perfect. I ate the the rest of the guac with a fork after my allotted chips were done. I've been drinking tons of water and unsweetened, organic Green Tea. I've been walking and I've been hitting the gym. Ten days in...3.5 pounds down. And my morning coffee? One cup only. With a scant teaspoon of coconut palm sugar and a small splash of cream. Not half and half...whole cream (the only dairy I have). I've been taking a light iron supplement every other day since I was iron deficient at my last check-up. But eating dark leafy greens several times a day is slowly replacing the iron supplement. I do take my calcium, Vitamin D and my B's. Magnesium helps my fibro. And I've been taking Fish Oil.

The best thing about 1FW? The support. The women on the (closed) board. The coaches. The accountability. The encouragement. So many of them have suffered loss, whether a husband or otherwise. They. Get. It. They get the need to comfort with food. They get the need to vent and be heard. They get that it's several days of great and one major crash day. They get picking yourself up again and moving forward.

Some of the tools I'm using. My Fitness Pal. If you are honest with MFP...and yourself...that alone will hold you accountable. It was quite eye opening. No more eating mindlessly. I put everything...every bite I take of my own food and someone else's (i.e., ice cream). I log every sip I take, water or otherwise. I have a workout plan. I have a (sketchy) meal plan. The meal plan I am still working on. I've been wearing my FitBit Force. It tells me how many steps I'm taking during the day and I have to tell you that the first week...I was shocked at how little I was really moving. It tells me when I have a really active time during the day. I had zero. Zip. I mean...crazy wow.

Things I've noticed already. I. Feel. Awesome. I haven't had a detox crappy feeling at all. My fibromyalgia? What fibromyalgia? It is crazy. It is not a coincidence. Going into August 1 and the first couple days, my fibro was in overdrive. The last few days I would still crawl out of bed sore, stretch and feel better each passing moment. This morning? I stretched out in bed, chatting with the kitties, and I realized I wasn't stiff. I was pleasantly sore from working out. I jumped out of bed and didn't have to do the bent over, granny shuffle. Ten days people. Ten. Days. This morning I had an extra half cup of coffee cuz it's Sunday, The Lord's Day and we all know He made coffee for us coffee lovers. And a smoothie made with unsweetened almond milk, unsweetened coconut water, fresh blueberries, a scoop of vanilla hemp protein powder and two big handfuls of power greens...kale and collards. No sweetener of any kind, not even honey, although I did toss in a teaspoon of bee pollen. Top off with a handful of ice and my Ninja did the rest. Yummy.

Since I've been posting on the 1FW board, I haven't updated my facebook page much, but will do so starting this week, I hope.

Love you guys.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Recognizing the Perfection.

I began writing this post two days ago. I've brought into real-time the things that need to be, but left others, such as July 30's stunning weather description. It's my blog so I can do what I want, right? Or as we say in our family now:  It is what it is.

I wish you could feel how wonderful The Porch is today.
Let me see if I can describe to you what it feels like this July 30. A light breeze is blowing in non-stop waves. The sun is out. The sky is blueblueblue and there isn't a breath of humidity to be found. I'm sitting on The Porch and, although it is 98% shaded, in the dead of is normally way too hot to sit out here at 5:00 pm. Today....perfection.
This? Perfection.
Pretty much describes my life right now. Perfection. And because those two words, life and perfection, don't really belong together I will explain what I mean. Perfection, according to my google online dictionary means, "the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects." Or as free as possible...*emphasis mine.*

I'm trying to recognize, more, the perfection. And less of the flawed, the defected, the painful, the ugly.

I'm an admitted amateur at this perfection viewing. For me, the flawed, defected and painful is way more easy to focus on I have never been an optimist. I married one. His momma was one. I would say of my three darling children, only one is a true optimist; one flirts with optimism after first jumping head long into pessimism and the third one is just a grump most days with not much that is positive to speak of. You figure out which is which.

I am finally feeling like I am getting a handle on things around here. On me. Notice I did not use the "C" word, Susan D....control has been eradicated from my vocab. Today, however, I feel almost on top of, relationships, my health (knowing what I need to do and mapping out a plan to get 'er done...I'm a huge planner, fyi. Follow through...not so much.) My house, well, it's all a work in progress, right?

This weekend we are having Thanksgiving in August. Some have been mocking the event, but really, what's not to love? Turkey (assuming I can actually find a whole turkey in August), stuffing, mashed potatoes, corn pudding, pie and more pie, cranberry sauce, gravy, all of it. Even my own foodie children were making grumbling noises about it. One even asked if this meant no Thanksgiving in November. Where did I go wrong with these brats children?

Pulling together all of The Wild Boy's college gear...Pretty much have it all purchased just need to wash it up, organize if that will matter to him. We head to Roanoke on August 21 and move drop him and run the morning of August 22.

Have I mentioned to y'all that I am giving up wine the month of August? That's in two days. I'm giving up the wine, and I have my food plan working and my workout plan lined up. Been doing it all sporadically. Need to focus on a month of Just Doing The Thing. The healthy eating, getting serious again about working out. It'snotforeverIt'snotforeverIt'snotforever. Am I the only one who has to say that to myself? I can give up food or coffee or whatever if I tell myself that today I am not eating this but I can have some tomorrow if I want to.

My only cup of coffee this morning: half coffee, 1 tsp raw sugar, heated and whipped lactose free half and half.
My Facebook peeps really have me thinking about the running thing. A few years ago, okay maybe ten, when I lost a ton of weight by working out 2 hours every day and pretty much starving myself...I'm not condoning it, just being real...I was getting bored with walking 3-5 miles and started throwing in some jogging. I didn't hate it. So give me some time to start walking regularly again and I will look into, seriously, the running clubs/programs y'all recommended. Although I don't understand why I would consider it after long-time runner Diane S was running, took a nasty fall and broke bones just last week.

We have a humongous storage unit that is paid for through December. My In-Love's stuff and, truth be told, some of our own stuff so that we could actually move around in our basement. Between now and December, that will all have to be pulled out, gone through, gotten rid of. My Husband is now using the term, "down-sizing." *shudder* I pretend to be on board but honestly, we had to go through his parent's stuff and help my mom and dad go through their stuff and why shouldn't we torture bless our own children with the task? Okay, I get it. Down-sizing it is. I'm totally on board. Not.

So that's enough for now, I guess. For those of you counting, there are exactly 20 days until the umbilical cord is cut and my baby moves in to his dorm at Radford; 145 days until Christmas (No, I have not started playing Christmas music yet...give me some credit. I wait until September.); and 351 days until the 2015 Annual Smith/Secrist Beach Week at OBX.

Thank you, by the way, for all of the love during the last few weeks. We know we have The Best Family and Friends and are truly thankful for you all.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Mamie's Brownies...A recipe.

I know I have raved about my Mamie's brownies before, but seriously...they are The Best. You can not mess them up, no matter what you do. Believe me, I have tried. I have added everything out of order. I haven't beaten the eggs beforehand. I never sift the dry ingredients together. And each batch? Purrrrrrfection.

Lately, I have been doubling the recipe. Let's face can never have enough brownies. I always say I am going to freeze some. Insert hysterical laughter here.

So here's the recipe...exactly how My Girl wrote it out for me when she was ten. My original copy, written by me as dictated from my grandmother, Mamie, had met an unfortunate demise involving oil, sugar and the sink.

Love My Girl's 10 year old handwriting and spelling

I'm so disappointed you can't see my sweet pink nails
Bake away. And be sure to let me know how much you love them. Cuz you are so gonna! Oh, and for the record...I only use margarine for this girl.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Catching up with The Smith's.

I should be at CFA aka "bible study" with The Girls this morning. Instead, I am sitting on my not-so-new-anymore beloved blue couch trying to function. Fibromyalgia has won the battle after a very long and stressful two weeks of getting ready for vacation; having beach house keys in hand and receiving a phone call that My Man's father had suddenly taken a turn for the worst; deciding to unload at the beach house and sending Russell back home at 0400 the next morning to say goodbye and finalize arrangements. Thankfully, his sister was able to drop everything and make the four hour trip to be with their father. The boys and I tried to enjoy some vacation time but our hearts were back home. Russell did show back up at the beach the very next day at 10:30 am after another early morning drive. We spent a couple days pretending to relax and enjoy the beach but honestly, when we received the call that Granddad had passed, we were all ready to pack it up and head home two days early.

The Wild Boy on his Skimboard with his GoPro 
You know you have good friends and church family on a day-to-day basis, but when they really slam your heart to a standstill is during a crisis. Friends who show up at your beach house to help you pack up and clean up. Sure, they were only half a mile down the beach, but still. Friends who call and text and encourage you to stay at the beach because we've got anything and everything you need covered at home. Friends lined up to provide food and meals for "as long as you want." Friends who offer you their vacation homes so you can rest and vacation after the funeral. Friends who show up and stay the entire visitation time. Friends who say, whatever you need me to do, I will do and mean it and do it.

The Big Boy took this one of his little brother
Don't even get me started on family. We are unbelievably blessed by our families. My sister, aka The Laundry Queen, arrived at our house the day after we did, set her bags down, rolled up her sleeves and never looked back. She and my bff from high school are notorious for doing that, without a word. I like to think it speaks more of their love and servant hearts than it does of the condition of my house and lack of cleaning/laundry schedule.

Found this heart while walking the beach thinking of ABO
Not surprisingly, my body has crashed after the adrenalin rush dissipated. My body and brain are at a stand still and I have to be honest: it is The Most Frustrating Thing. Ever. Being one who must be in control at all times...having no control over this is infuriating. Also, it is a lesson. One that, apparently, I have yet to master. I know that my body does this. I know that there are things I can do to lessen the impact of the crash. Eating well, lots of water, taking my supplements and meds and giving myself a break, to name a few. None of which I did since returning home from Topsail Beach. I pushed myself. Ate crap. Sipped too much Black Dog and refused to slow down. I jumped right back into work Monday morning and decided I could push it until Friday when I would take a day off from work to catch up on the house. I'm sure My Plans have God laughing and shaking His Holy head while He murmurs, "silly girl."

The Wild Boy took this with his GoPro
I haven't even pulled beach photos off my Nikon yet, but wanted to share a couple pics with you from Topsail.

I'm thinking I will work from home today, from the beloved blue couch and may not even change out of my jammies. My boss knows how to get in touch with me and where to find me. He lives right next door.

In the meantime, I wanted to catch all of you up on Life with The Smith's and thank you for loving us so well.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

A rambling list of new things.

So I gave up on last week's New Thing and have moved on to a New, New Thing.

Just kidding. But really, I know you want to know how the New Thing is progressing. Fine and dandy, actually. I'm not here to chat about that this morning, however. Today...a list.

Just for you, Di.

1. Beach week is fast approaching and I still have 50 pounds to lose. That would be 25 pounds each day so...I'm guessing this year is a no-go for the big weight-loss bikini reveal at the beach picture. Maybe For sure next year. *I will not have to see me in a bikini unless it's that pic I just ran across from when I was 18 and even then...nope*

2. I've really, really had to loosen the old control reins/umbilical cord on The Wild Boy since graduation. As he reminded me a zillion few times, he will be doing what he wants in just a month or so anyway so what's the difference now? Yep...that comment brought loads of comfort to my controlling momma bear personality.

How I long for those days, these days!
3. In other news, I've enrolled as a full time student at Radford University and am awaiting my dorm assignment. Already got my roommate lined up and his initials are BJS.

4. My Man and I are seriously ready to be empty-nesters. He keeps putting the ladder up to My Girl's bedroom window and Her Guy keeps taking it down and putting it back underneath the deck. Clearly The Big Boy is never leaving either. Why would he? He has the dungeon to himself with all the amenities a twenty-something needs...a bed, a fridge a comfy chair, big-screen tv and X-Box Live.

Always a bridesmaid...but a stunning bridesmaid at that. Trav is okay, too, I guess.
We are so ready for this next stage...we adore our Ella Mac! Thankfully, she lives right next door.
5. I've hit that really awkward stage. Semi-menopausal with teenager tendencies. You know what I mean...when I can actually remember how old I am I try to forget by cranking up some Oldies (from the 90's) and pull out my yarn bag to work on my crocheting.

6. I am loving shopping at Costco these days. How did I never really discover this mecca of good stuff until now? We would purchase the occasional cake now and then, but really it is just now that I shop there regularly. My other fave shopping place is Trader Joe's. Mercy. Every time I shop there two things happen: 1. I find tons of new items to try and 2. I get into an altercation with someone driving the wrong way in the one-way lane in the parking lot. Seriously, why do people do that? And more importantly, why does it infuriate me so? I guess I've always been a rule-follower at heart. Except for rules that were clearly made to be suggestions like the speed limit, curfew and the number of items allowed in the express check out. But going the wrong direction in the Trader Joe's parking lot? Capital Offense, baby, and I am always one four-letter word short of making a citizen's arrest.

Okay, Di. I hope this satisfies your love of my lists and will hold you over until the next one. I will check in with y'all Beach-side.