People are looking for the quick fix regarding their health and fitness. I do not want to know how much time and money Americans spend in search of the magic pill that will give them more energy, less appetite, a trim body, a ripped physique, and more as I'm sure that number is staggering and would leave me shaking my head. Please understand me: There are certainly healthful ways to supplement your nutrition that will give your body balance and help a person make better food choices. That said, it is best to SUPPLEMENT your nutrition, not substitute your nutrition.Of course there are several solid, well-balanced sources to assist a person on their way to a healthier version of themselves but there simply is not a pill that will do it all for you. The weight did not come on by itself overnight. Your body did not get flabby in one week. Your body responded to your nutrition and exercise (or lack thereof) over time. That concept works both ways; to your detriment and to your benefit.
Time and time and time again it is proven; the most effective way to have the healthiest you is through good old fashioned sweat and a sensible food program. Period. Try all the shakes, pills, and potions you want--but if you're not doing them in conjunction with a balanced exercise/nutrition program you simply will not get sustainable results. We've become a society that knows "there's a pill for that" regarding what ails us. Our mental health, our physical health, something to offset the damage our nutrition is doing to our body, gain energy, and more. Please hear me: there is no pill for a healthy body that will give you sustainable results over time. I argue that most of the things we're reaching for could be achieved (to some level) by sensible nutrition and exercise.
Want more energy? Eat a healthy snack (raw almonds, lean protein, healthy meal replacement drink, etc). Get more sleep at night. Get better sleep at night (don't eat right before bed as your body will try to digest your food instead of slumber, avoid alcohol before bed as, though it might help you fall asleep faster, will give you interrupted sleep, go to sleep 15 minutes earlier each night until you can wake up rested--finding your "sweet spot" for sleep). Exercise. Do jumping jacks for 2 minutes in your office. Walk the stairs. Go for a brisk walk. Get your blood pumping!
Want to lose weight? Eat better. This might include adding more calories to your program. (I know, I know, you're fighting me on this one already). Many of us are starving ourselves! Our body's needs are not being met and the body will respond by clinging to fat and eating muscle as it goes into starvation mode--leaving you bumpy and lumpy. If you're stuck at a plateau and can't seem to shake the pounds and have been exercising, eating well, and monitoring your caloric intake, try adding 100 - 200 calories to your day until you begin to lose weight.
Eat every 2 - 3 hours in your day. This does not include a candy bar, doughnut, slice of cake, or bag of potato chips. Give your body a few hundred balanced calories every few hours and make the calories something your body knows what to do with as this will increase your metabolism. Try to get away from the processed foods as best as your lifestyle will allow. Shop in the produce section. Get your fruits/veggies while they're in season--nicer on the pocket book. Buy lean proteins.
Write it down. Food journals will give you the best results over time. Write down every single thing you eat and drink during a day and figure out how many calories you're consuming. There are many sites that are free what will help you with this and even give you a breakdown of how that looks in carbs/proteins/fat. This is very valuable information if you're looking to make some real changes that you can sustain over time. Two great sites are myfitnesspal and fitday.
Want to gain weight? Skip meals. It's how Sumo wrestlers gain weight and fat so I'm confident skipping meals will help you gain weight.
Lift weights. No matter your age, your fitness, your gender, or your lifestyle--muscle is leaner and smoother than fat and looks great on every body. Muscle will also fire up your metabolism and help your body burn more calories through your day. Ladies--save your breath if you're going to tell me you "don't want to bulk up" or "get manly." Muscles are sexy--WAY sexier than fat. Period. Start lifting and, when your body gets to a point that you're satisfied with the results, maintain that weight. Stay there and do not increase your weight/resistance and your body will stay at that fitness level.
Get help from friends. Find a buddy that will support you (and you support them). Someone that when you feel like eating because you're having a rough day you can pick up the phone and call them and talk your way through. Strap on your shoes and have your friends join you for walks instead of drinks or dinner. Are you a recluse with few friends? Get online. Beachbody (my personal preference), Spark People, MyFitnessPal, BodyBugg, and many other sites have communities you can join and share. These message boards (communities) can provide you support, tips, and information to help you succeed. Stop making excuses and start making connections.
Exercise more days a week than not. Beachbody has some amazing programs that come with a nutrition plan to help you get a grip on how/what to eat as well as DVDs you can do in the comfort of your own home. Of course they have extreme fitness programs (P90X, Insanity, Turbo Fire) but there are also some great programs for the less extreme (Power 90, Slim in 6, Turbo Jam, Body Gospel, and more). Walk. Run. Bike. Hike. Swim. Go the gym. Just do something that gets your blood pumping and your body working more days a week than not.
Decide you're worth the effort. Commit to doing more for yourself. Quit sabotaging your efforts by exercising in the morning and then eating junk through the day and treat food like the fuel that it is. You will NOT find the answers you seek in the bottom of a bowl of ice cream, bag of chips, bottle, or by being a card-carrying member of the clean plate club. Getting a grip on your nutrition is the fastest way to a healthy weight. Exercise helps your mind and releases some amazing endorphins but your nutrition is your building block for a better you. If you decide you're going to eat what you want when you want but workout you're likely not going to acheive a healthy you. If you'd like my help, I'm here. www.Commitment2Fitness.com.
Eat in moderation and exercise like your life depends on it because, well, it does.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Strength
What do you think of when you read the word "strength"? Muscles? Physical condition? Perseverance? Mental muscle? Typically, I think of a muscular physique when I think of strength. That is, I thought of muscles until the last few years of my life.
Physical strength is something you can improve, increase, and control somewhat. Physical activity, gyms, strength training, P90X, and ChaLEAN Extreme are all ways to increase muscle and strength. I've spent many years working on my physicality. I've spent countless hours in the gym, in front of my TV with a DVD cranking, I've invested in weights, pull up bars, push up stands, drinks and pills that increase muscle growth, and educated myself as to how a body works and what makes it grow, tone, and define. I've modified my nutrition to be knowledgeable about what "good" and "bad" things are and try to choose wisely. I signed up as a distributor (consultant) first for AdvoCare and then later as a coach (consultant) for BeachBody. I've helped countless people on their journey for physical conditioning.
You can photograph muscular strength. Time stamp its growth. Document its presence (and its absence). You can push yourself physically to the point of collapse, exhaustion, and shut down. Many people are aware and cognitive of their limitations while many more have never pushed themselves to discover what they are truly capable of. The human body is an amazing thing and its brilliance is what I refer to as a "God thing." Muscle recovery, broken bones healing, conception and subsequent birth of a child, recovery from serious illnesses, the intricacies of internal organs, and so much more are astonishing to me. Many people underestimate their physical strength and determine they are unable to do something without an attempt at accomplishing the feat. Programs like P90X and other BeachBody programs give a person a chance to test their physical strength in the comfort of their own home. People that embark on this journey and are able to see it through to its finish marvel at their previously unexamined strength. It is an awesome moment when you pick up a weight that you used to struggle with and yet can now lift it easily and have the chance to bump it up to the next level.
Mental/emotional strength is a whole 'nother game. Many people have lived lives where their emotional strength has been pushed but not truly challenged. Many more of us have been pushed to the brink of total meltdown and annihilation. If you had told me 5 years ago what these past 5 years were going to hold for me, I'm not sure I would have opted for this path in my life. Of course I am aware of the blessings these years have held for me but...wow...I was not prepared for the pending complete overhaul on my psyche. We all have our skeletons, our pasts, our familial secrets, our crosses to bear. We all have made mistakes and lived moments that, given a chance, we would happily eradicate from existence. Chances are, you're reflecting on one right now. The beauty of those moments, those trials and tribulations, those crossroads in life that force us to choose a path to take; is they also force us to grow and strengthen emotionally. Those challenges will bend us and contort us like a Gumby doll and leave us wondering if we will ever be the same again, all the while knowing that we would indeed NOT be the same. Moments like those push us into becoming something new. It's a rebirth, of sorts, for many and can also be a death. For me, it was the death of a person I used to be (one that I thought had served me well) combined with a birth of a new woman who had learned, grown, and was strengthened by life and its challenges.
Marriage, birth, death, loss of a parent, loss of a child, divorce, career changes, illness, disease, terminal illness, loss of home, loss of job, loss of stabilitiy, caring for a parent or grand parent, filing bankruptcy, recovering from bankruptcy, drunk driving citation, court battles, custody battles, teenagers, returning to the dating scene as a mature adult, joining the military, deployment of yourself or loved one, returning to civilian life past military, and so many more life altering situations will force to either wither or grow.
I chose to grow.I still choose to grow.
The fact remains that if you continue to do as you've done you'll likely get what you've gotten. This is a perfect scenario if you're loving your life. Notsomuch if you're not. Change happens--it's how you respond to it that makes it a change you can survive or a change that buries you.
I, like countless others, did not know my own strength. It made me crazy (and still kinda does) to hear people be in awe of my strength because the woman inside of me felt like I was at my limit and, at any moment, would succumb to the weight of my life and the pain and not be okay when it was all over. Strong? I don't know about that. Survivor? Hell yes, I am a survivor.
My point in all of this? Our bodies are miraculous creations that can create life, heal from heart failures, surgeries, and serious illness. Additionally, our minds are limitless--if you can dream it you can do it--and you can likely do more than you give yourself credit for. You can likely withstand much as you are a resilient beautiful creature that has unique skills and talents that make you a wonderful addition to this planet. Through honesty with yourself, love for yourself, patience, tolerance, faith, some great friends and perhaps a good bottle of whiskey you can overcome much.
Physical strength is something you can improve, increase, and control somewhat. Physical activity, gyms, strength training, P90X, and ChaLEAN Extreme are all ways to increase muscle and strength. I've spent many years working on my physicality. I've spent countless hours in the gym, in front of my TV with a DVD cranking, I've invested in weights, pull up bars, push up stands, drinks and pills that increase muscle growth, and educated myself as to how a body works and what makes it grow, tone, and define. I've modified my nutrition to be knowledgeable about what "good" and "bad" things are and try to choose wisely. I signed up as a distributor (consultant) first for AdvoCare and then later as a coach (consultant) for BeachBody. I've helped countless people on their journey for physical conditioning.
You can photograph muscular strength. Time stamp its growth. Document its presence (and its absence). You can push yourself physically to the point of collapse, exhaustion, and shut down. Many people are aware and cognitive of their limitations while many more have never pushed themselves to discover what they are truly capable of. The human body is an amazing thing and its brilliance is what I refer to as a "God thing." Muscle recovery, broken bones healing, conception and subsequent birth of a child, recovery from serious illnesses, the intricacies of internal organs, and so much more are astonishing to me. Many people underestimate their physical strength and determine they are unable to do something without an attempt at accomplishing the feat. Programs like P90X and other BeachBody programs give a person a chance to test their physical strength in the comfort of their own home. People that embark on this journey and are able to see it through to its finish marvel at their previously unexamined strength. It is an awesome moment when you pick up a weight that you used to struggle with and yet can now lift it easily and have the chance to bump it up to the next level.
Mental/emotional strength is a whole 'nother game. Many people have lived lives where their emotional strength has been pushed but not truly challenged. Many more of us have been pushed to the brink of total meltdown and annihilation. If you had told me 5 years ago what these past 5 years were going to hold for me, I'm not sure I would have opted for this path in my life. Of course I am aware of the blessings these years have held for me but...wow...I was not prepared for the pending complete overhaul on my psyche. We all have our skeletons, our pasts, our familial secrets, our crosses to bear. We all have made mistakes and lived moments that, given a chance, we would happily eradicate from existence. Chances are, you're reflecting on one right now. The beauty of those moments, those trials and tribulations, those crossroads in life that force us to choose a path to take; is they also force us to grow and strengthen emotionally. Those challenges will bend us and contort us like a Gumby doll and leave us wondering if we will ever be the same again, all the while knowing that we would indeed NOT be the same. Moments like those push us into becoming something new. It's a rebirth, of sorts, for many and can also be a death. For me, it was the death of a person I used to be (one that I thought had served me well) combined with a birth of a new woman who had learned, grown, and was strengthened by life and its challenges.
Marriage, birth, death, loss of a parent, loss of a child, divorce, career changes, illness, disease, terminal illness, loss of home, loss of job, loss of stabilitiy, caring for a parent or grand parent, filing bankruptcy, recovering from bankruptcy, drunk driving citation, court battles, custody battles, teenagers, returning to the dating scene as a mature adult, joining the military, deployment of yourself or loved one, returning to civilian life past military, and so many more life altering situations will force to either wither or grow.
I chose to grow.I still choose to grow.
The fact remains that if you continue to do as you've done you'll likely get what you've gotten. This is a perfect scenario if you're loving your life. Notsomuch if you're not. Change happens--it's how you respond to it that makes it a change you can survive or a change that buries you.
I, like countless others, did not know my own strength. It made me crazy (and still kinda does) to hear people be in awe of my strength because the woman inside of me felt like I was at my limit and, at any moment, would succumb to the weight of my life and the pain and not be okay when it was all over. Strong? I don't know about that. Survivor? Hell yes, I am a survivor.
My point in all of this? Our bodies are miraculous creations that can create life, heal from heart failures, surgeries, and serious illness. Additionally, our minds are limitless--if you can dream it you can do it--and you can likely do more than you give yourself credit for. You can likely withstand much as you are a resilient beautiful creature that has unique skills and talents that make you a wonderful addition to this planet. Through honesty with yourself, love for yourself, patience, tolerance, faith, some great friends and perhaps a good bottle of whiskey you can overcome much.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Love
What's love got to do with it? Well, everything. Love. Is. Everything.
We need it. We crave it. We write sonnets about it. We will seek it out and hunt it down like a lion tracks its prey. When it is new, it's exhilarating. It's a rush like no other. It's the first sunny day after a long cold winter that causes you to inhale deeply, exhale slowly, and savor every moment while hoping there will be more days just like it. When love is familiar, it can be as comfortable as the favorite sweatshirt you pull out on game day while nestling on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate. When love is old, it is like an anchor; a weight so heavy that it will drag you to the darkest crevices in your mind and soul. When love is taken away, it can be devastating and leave a person desperately searching for comfort; often in the most inappropriate fashion. When love dies, it is a slow and painful process that leaves scars that will last a lifetime. Often words are exchanged that have much meaning but their only true intent is to inflict damage to the other person's soul. The damage is typically effective as, after all, love used to be a robust feature in the relationship and oftentimes people will lash out while love is dying in a feeble attempt to exert any type of control over anything.
Love is everything.
Love between two people is a high risk gamble. It's putting yourself out there in the hopes that they will in turn love you for who and what you are. It's a dance that resembles a peep show in the way we alluringly show our best traits and keep our worst covered while we work our seductive magic. Love between two people is not a net that is thrown over the other person's head, scooping them up, tossing them over your shoulder, and dragging them into your life. Love is a gift that is offered to another person in hopes that they will accept the gift and continue to view you with love and adoration for all of time. It should be a promise between two people that they choose each other over all others and will do their best to continue to choose each other over time. Love is a willing contract where two people that were formerly on different paths make the choice to walk the same path in life; be it briefly or long-term. The reality is that love should be cherished, nurtured, treasured, and adored for as long as it exists. It should be fought for. Fiercely. It should be protected and valued as it is a precious gift that may not be eternal or even long-term.
Love is everything.
Self-love is vastly different and arguably more important than any other love. Loving oneself is a liberating feeling that can last a lifetime. Self-love is knowing you are not perfect and understanding that no one expects perfection. Self-love is often the love we seek least and/or last. We tend to be wrapped up in how others see us and accept us that we forget to be mindful of how we see and accept ourselves. We discount our own opinions and feelings and surrender them to another person's opinion. If someone speaks unkindly to us we tend to let that one person's lapse in sanity label us and we will give that voice far greater volume that then countless other voices that have complimented us and praised us over the years. If the love we offered or shared with another is denied or no longer present, we will allow ourselves to become shattered shells of the person we once were, sadly forgetting the value that we continue to have.
Finding self-love should be our primary goal--long before our first kiss, first date, or first love. Accepting ourselves as God made us--imperfections, strengths, weaknesses, faults, mistakes, doubts, intelligence, character, physical being, integrity, ethics, values, and more should all be embraced and accepted. Certainly we should feel welcomed to tweak, grow, and alter where we deem appropriate but, overall, finding a love for ourselves "as is" should be a primary focus for each of us from an early age. Even if you're not at that early age, you should still seek out self-love like a fish seeks water or a human seeks air. It is imperative to our survival. If you're unsure how to find value in yourself, embark on the course to learn to find value. Seek professional help, read books, listen to developmental audio, consult your friends that love you as you are and see yourself the way they see you. Take the time and make the effort to create self-love. You are worth it.
Love is everything.
We need it. We crave it. We write sonnets about it. We will seek it out and hunt it down like a lion tracks its prey. When it is new, it's exhilarating. It's a rush like no other. It's the first sunny day after a long cold winter that causes you to inhale deeply, exhale slowly, and savor every moment while hoping there will be more days just like it. When love is familiar, it can be as comfortable as the favorite sweatshirt you pull out on game day while nestling on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate. When love is old, it is like an anchor; a weight so heavy that it will drag you to the darkest crevices in your mind and soul. When love is taken away, it can be devastating and leave a person desperately searching for comfort; often in the most inappropriate fashion. When love dies, it is a slow and painful process that leaves scars that will last a lifetime. Often words are exchanged that have much meaning but their only true intent is to inflict damage to the other person's soul. The damage is typically effective as, after all, love used to be a robust feature in the relationship and oftentimes people will lash out while love is dying in a feeble attempt to exert any type of control over anything.
Love is everything.
Love between two people is a high risk gamble. It's putting yourself out there in the hopes that they will in turn love you for who and what you are. It's a dance that resembles a peep show in the way we alluringly show our best traits and keep our worst covered while we work our seductive magic. Love between two people is not a net that is thrown over the other person's head, scooping them up, tossing them over your shoulder, and dragging them into your life. Love is a gift that is offered to another person in hopes that they will accept the gift and continue to view you with love and adoration for all of time. It should be a promise between two people that they choose each other over all others and will do their best to continue to choose each other over time. Love is a willing contract where two people that were formerly on different paths make the choice to walk the same path in life; be it briefly or long-term. The reality is that love should be cherished, nurtured, treasured, and adored for as long as it exists. It should be fought for. Fiercely. It should be protected and valued as it is a precious gift that may not be eternal or even long-term.
Love is everything.
Self-love is vastly different and arguably more important than any other love. Loving oneself is a liberating feeling that can last a lifetime. Self-love is knowing you are not perfect and understanding that no one expects perfection. Self-love is often the love we seek least and/or last. We tend to be wrapped up in how others see us and accept us that we forget to be mindful of how we see and accept ourselves. We discount our own opinions and feelings and surrender them to another person's opinion. If someone speaks unkindly to us we tend to let that one person's lapse in sanity label us and we will give that voice far greater volume that then countless other voices that have complimented us and praised us over the years. If the love we offered or shared with another is denied or no longer present, we will allow ourselves to become shattered shells of the person we once were, sadly forgetting the value that we continue to have.
Finding self-love should be our primary goal--long before our first kiss, first date, or first love. Accepting ourselves as God made us--imperfections, strengths, weaknesses, faults, mistakes, doubts, intelligence, character, physical being, integrity, ethics, values, and more should all be embraced and accepted. Certainly we should feel welcomed to tweak, grow, and alter where we deem appropriate but, overall, finding a love for ourselves "as is" should be a primary focus for each of us from an early age. Even if you're not at that early age, you should still seek out self-love like a fish seeks water or a human seeks air. It is imperative to our survival. If you're unsure how to find value in yourself, embark on the course to learn to find value. Seek professional help, read books, listen to developmental audio, consult your friends that love you as you are and see yourself the way they see you. Take the time and make the effort to create self-love. You are worth it.
Love is everything.
Monday, February 9, 2009
A boy was mean to Shane
And I was extremely angry. We're talking jump-into-the-bounce-house-and-snatch-my-boy-away-from-that-little-butthead angry.
We went to an open house at a local school on Saturday and they had one of those climb in and jump around bounce house things. Do you know what I'm talking about? They have netted sides and only a small opening for enter/exit. They had one teacher manning the enter/exit and the thing was packed with kids. I walked around to the side so I can watch Shane jump and he's having a blast. He was actually quite cute--engaging the other kids--jumping up and down--telling other kids they were good jumpers--I was quite proud.
Then he comes screaming/crying up to the side where I was and said some other kid was pushing him and was mean to him. Tears were streaming down both cheeks.
I pointed Shane to the exit and told him to come on out and we'd find something else to do. He made his way to the exit and I raced around to meet him there.
Only to see that little &@)(!$@&!@%$^($@#&#)$#%)(#$^^(#$^_*$*^) kid push Shane. Hard. We're talking the little such-and-such using two hands and fully pushing on each of Shane's shoulders, knocking him back into the net. And again. And again.
I'm WRECKED. I sharply say, "Ma'am!!!" and she stops to look at me. I mumble something about, "That boy is pushing my son and I want my son out NOW." She asked for a description of the other kid. I have no idea what I told her--I think I gave her the colors of his shirt and pointed in his direction but I just wanted Shane in my arms. That was it. I'm about to climb into the pit when Shane makes his escape and is sooooooooooo sad.
We cuddled and I rocked him (him favorite) and he was so confused as to why that boy was not nice. I told him some people just are not nice. That it wasn't okay--but there wasn't anything you could do about it except try to get away and if you can't get away then to get a grown up. I told him he was right and that boy was wrong.
While my heart broke and I comforted Shane, that little creep tried to get back into the bounce house. I watched as the attendant told him he was done and was not allowed in there again cuz he was pushing. He actually yelled at that woman!!! Red in the face yelling at her!
His mom sat at a nearby table, presumably watching all of it, and said/did NOTHING.
I told Shane that the other boy was in trouble and was not allowed in the bounce house anymore and that he was being punished for behaving badly. Admittedly, I was tempted to go have a mom-to-mom chat with that woman but I figured nothing good was going to come from that so I forced myself to let it go. Well, let it go enough to not go say something to her.
I was so happy to tell Shane that the bully was not allowed back into the bounce house because he was mean to Shane. That helped a LOT. It did help teach him there are consequences for action.
I guess I worry that I have a "soft" boy and that he's going to get his feelings hurt again and again because he's so sweet. But, that's how he is and I guess i need to help him find tools to deal with bullies himself. I think Shane's going to deal with this quite a few more times in life and *sniff* I won't always be there to help him. He's a big kid for his age I had a hard time refraining from telling him to hit the kid back. But...that's not how Shane is and it's not how I want him to be. Now, when he gets a little older, I'll prolly change my mind on that LOLOLOLOL This mommy thing is tough. It's SO emotional and primal at moments that it surprises me.
I have no idea why I'm posting this. I'm just obsessing about it.
We went to an open house at a local school on Saturday and they had one of those climb in and jump around bounce house things. Do you know what I'm talking about? They have netted sides and only a small opening for enter/exit. They had one teacher manning the enter/exit and the thing was packed with kids. I walked around to the side so I can watch Shane jump and he's having a blast. He was actually quite cute--engaging the other kids--jumping up and down--telling other kids they were good jumpers--I was quite proud.
Then he comes screaming/crying up to the side where I was and said some other kid was pushing him and was mean to him. Tears were streaming down both cheeks.
I pointed Shane to the exit and told him to come on out and we'd find something else to do. He made his way to the exit and I raced around to meet him there.
Only to see that little &@)(!$@&!@%$^($@#&#)$#%)(#$^^(#$^_*$*^) kid push Shane. Hard. We're talking the little such-and-such using two hands and fully pushing on each of Shane's shoulders, knocking him back into the net. And again. And again.
I'm WRECKED. I sharply say, "Ma'am!!!" and she stops to look at me. I mumble something about, "That boy is pushing my son and I want my son out NOW." She asked for a description of the other kid. I have no idea what I told her--I think I gave her the colors of his shirt and pointed in his direction but I just wanted Shane in my arms. That was it. I'm about to climb into the pit when Shane makes his escape and is sooooooooooo sad.
We cuddled and I rocked him (him favorite) and he was so confused as to why that boy was not nice. I told him some people just are not nice. That it wasn't okay--but there wasn't anything you could do about it except try to get away and if you can't get away then to get a grown up. I told him he was right and that boy was wrong.
While my heart broke and I comforted Shane, that little creep tried to get back into the bounce house. I watched as the attendant told him he was done and was not allowed in there again cuz he was pushing. He actually yelled at that woman!!! Red in the face yelling at her!
His mom sat at a nearby table, presumably watching all of it, and said/did NOTHING.
I told Shane that the other boy was in trouble and was not allowed in the bounce house anymore and that he was being punished for behaving badly. Admittedly, I was tempted to go have a mom-to-mom chat with that woman but I figured nothing good was going to come from that so I forced myself to let it go. Well, let it go enough to not go say something to her.
I was so happy to tell Shane that the bully was not allowed back into the bounce house because he was mean to Shane. That helped a LOT. It did help teach him there are consequences for action.
I guess I worry that I have a "soft" boy and that he's going to get his feelings hurt again and again because he's so sweet. But, that's how he is and I guess i need to help him find tools to deal with bullies himself. I think Shane's going to deal with this quite a few more times in life and *sniff* I won't always be there to help him. He's a big kid for his age I had a hard time refraining from telling him to hit the kid back. But...that's not how Shane is and it's not how I want him to be. Now, when he gets a little older, I'll prolly change my mind on that LOLOLOLOL This mommy thing is tough. It's SO emotional and primal at moments that it surprises me.
I have no idea why I'm posting this. I'm just obsessing about it.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Yup. I'm blessed.
My big kid turned four today. Nope, I can't believe it either. Especially given how youthful I appear. Ahem. Anyway, he really is just a good kid. Polite. Kind. Thankful. And I'm blessed beyond imagination. His little brother warms me with just a smile, too. They have me wrapped and I LOVE IT.
I was looking at the pictures from today and am astonished with how sweet they are. And yet, that thought was no where near my mind earlier today when big kid gave little kid a bloody nose and a split lip.
I think motherhood is kind and allows us to forget the trials and tribulations of pregnancy, childbirth, and child rearing. Again, I am blessed.
I was looking at the pictures from today and am astonished with how sweet they are. And yet, that thought was no where near my mind earlier today when big kid gave little kid a bloody nose and a split lip.
I think motherhood is kind and allows us to forget the trials and tribulations of pregnancy, childbirth, and child rearing. Again, I am blessed.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Saint Joseph
Apparently, when you're trying to sell your home it's quite common to buy a statue of St. Joseph. Of course, some clever companies figured a dollar was to be made in this belief and you can buy the little guys for about $11 complete with instructions and the prayer. Who knew?
The trouble begins when the wives' tales unfold. According to the directions inside the package, St. Joseph just needs to be on the property you're trying to unload. He doesn't need to be anywhere in particular--just on the property. However, those that are in the know quickly put the kibosh on that notion. Good old St. Joseph is to be properly buried on said property. He MUST be upside down and you MUST say the prayer with heartfelt meaning. Those are the only two consistent rules I could find. Other guidelines include the statue face away from your home, be near the entrance, or he could be placed in the rear of your home. I figure if I'm going to participate in the superstition, I'm not taking any chances.
With my trusty shovel and my snow boots I dart out the front door and veer slightly to the right. I dig through the three feet of snow until I hit dirt--pay dirt, I hope. I dig a little deeper and plunge St. Joseph into the earth upside down facing away from our home then quickly bury him in the dark soil. I continue to pile the three feet of snow back on top and then take a deep breath. I whip out the prayer and with great hope and confidence read the enclosed prayer.
After standing in the frosty air watching my breath turn into little clouds I renter the house.
That was Saturday morning.
No offers yet, but there's always tomorrow!
The trouble begins when the wives' tales unfold. According to the directions inside the package, St. Joseph just needs to be on the property you're trying to unload. He doesn't need to be anywhere in particular--just on the property. However, those that are in the know quickly put the kibosh on that notion. Good old St. Joseph is to be properly buried on said property. He MUST be upside down and you MUST say the prayer with heartfelt meaning. Those are the only two consistent rules I could find. Other guidelines include the statue face away from your home, be near the entrance, or he could be placed in the rear of your home. I figure if I'm going to participate in the superstition, I'm not taking any chances.
With my trusty shovel and my snow boots I dart out the front door and veer slightly to the right. I dig through the three feet of snow until I hit dirt--pay dirt, I hope. I dig a little deeper and plunge St. Joseph into the earth upside down facing away from our home then quickly bury him in the dark soil. I continue to pile the three feet of snow back on top and then take a deep breath. I whip out the prayer and with great hope and confidence read the enclosed prayer.
After standing in the frosty air watching my breath turn into little clouds I renter the house.
That was Saturday morning.
No offers yet, but there's always tomorrow!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
where to start?
Some days are just simply nuts. Whacko. Insane. I hear words in a voice that sounds oddly like my own say things I thought I'd never say. Things like, "Kick your brother gently!" and "I'm sorry you don't love me anymore because I can't actually take you to the desert." Other days are more mundane. A walk down the street. Searching for bugs in the yard. Drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows after playing outside in the frigid northern Michigan winter. All of it is amazing. Most of it is rewarding. Some of it I can't wait to do again (and again).
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