No, My Body Odor Didn't Disqualify Me

Every time I am about to give up on this blog, I just can't quite let it go.  Even though I'm not exactly where I'd like to be, fitness and healthy eating are a passion for me.  I believe in it, and I want to live it and encourage others too.  That said, here's my latest crazy escapade in the world of fitness ;-)

    I rolled out of bed VERY LATE that morning.  So late, in fact, that my kids were already awake and lurking about.  My husband was hungry and wondering where his breakfast was going to come from.  Dishes were piled high and obstacles blocked my path.  I'd decided I needed a "lazy day" yesterday which included the following :
-Not brushing my teeth
-Not brushing my hair (by now matted snarls graced the back of my head)
- Staying in stretchy comfy carpi's all day
- Not shaving my legs (or showering for that matter),  thick black hair poked out from the bottom of my camo carpi's
   Over all, my great accomplishment that day was finishing a Janet Evanovich book and making my way out of the hot tub when it was time for bed. 
   Normally, I don't let myself have those kind of days, but I was REALLY worn out from days of running and I just needed it.  Getting out of bed the next morning, I was definitely behind the 8 ball.  Everything seemed hard and I will go as far as to admit that I didn't want to try and find a pair of underpants and so I grabbed the pair that was laying on the floor by the side of my bed, discarded from yesterday.   I was  really grundging it up that morning with no exaggerations.
   I stumbled my way into a cup of coffee and before long I was back in my bedroom doing my daily devotions.  Then that still small voice that I try to listen to (especially when I am doing my devotions) reminded me that there was a cross country ski race going on that day.  I just couldn't keep sitting there and an edgy feeling came over me.  I knew I was supposed to go.  I argued with myself, reminding myself of how unkempt I was and how I would need ALOT of time to resolve that issue.
   I'd been waiting for my kids to get off the telephone and I dialed the mercantile.  "Honey that race deadline is RIGHT NOW" the woman said.  "You had till 10:30 to sign up and it is now 10:30.  They are all over there at the club right now."  Time stopped and I argued back to myself that I was sporting a lot of matted snarls and wearing capris.  The conviction didn't go away and I knew that when it came to conviction I wasn't going to win.  I began rushing around the house like a hobo on fire.  My husband rolled his eyes and hauled my skis out to the car for me while I located some socks that REALLY CLASHED.  I groaned, looking down at the teal socks, cammo and stubbly black leg hair combination.  This was really bad. 
   Next I rushed into the bedroom and threw on the first bra I saw.  Unfortunately, it wasn't accommodating for the extra 20 lbs I find myself sporting, and the results created strange overfill lines through my billowy black shirt.  Without another thought, I was running through the door wearing ski boots with the laces untied and yelling out a distracted goodbye to anyone who might be listening.
   As I drove to the Rod and Gun club, I questioned my sanity more than once.  I reasoned that they probably wouldn't let me sign up because I was late.  That was okay with me.  I mainly wanted to support the event.  I loved that they had brought an athletic event to the Yaak for the first time.  I figured I could cheer if nothing else.  I ran my fingers through my hair as I drove and a sinking feeling hit me.  "What person in their right mind would dress like this for a winter athletic event?!?"
   I pulled in and ran, ski boots still untied to the building and to the sign up crew.  They were all really really happy to see me and insisted I sign right up.  I looked around and realized that nobody cared about my personal hygiene except for me.  These people had worked VERY HARD setting this up and there were only a handful of people here.  My being there made a difference for them.  I felt humbled and was glad again, that I wasn't so full of myself that I couldn't listen.
   We made our way up to the starting line.  I figured it was going to be pretty easy.  I'd been told that it was only a mile long from start to finish.  That was when it was announced that it was going to be 5 miles, 12 times around the track.  Time stopped.  I wondered if I had it in me to do that.  I shrugged it off and prepared for the jockeying at the start.  "On your mark!  Get Set!  Go!!"  I took off as quick as I could and pushed hard to get out ahead.  I could hardly stand the excitement, and I was glad, grungy and all, that I was there in that moment of time. 
   Around and around the track I went.  Each time pushing myself a little harder, a little faster and a little freer.  My joints started to wake up and I was shocked to find that I was actually ahead of everybody.  I figured that was short lived and so I wouldn't let myself let up at all.  After a while I lapped one of my girlfriends.  Then I lapped another one.  I fell down once but got up quick.  I adjusted the girls a few times.  I reminded myself in true Dori style "Just keep skiing.  Just keep skiing."  Everybody was cheering for me.  I hammed it up and smiled big.  A professional photographer moved around the track and shot a gazillion photos of me.  I almost bust out laughing at the irony of the situation.  I decided this was probably a good lesson for me on humility.  I was however, REALLY EXCITED about my temporary lead.  I'd NEVER been ahead in any kind of race I'd ever been in EVER.  Here I was, in the lead, people cheering for me and everything.  This was a BIG DEAL!!  Me - a frumpy feeling, greying, 40ish housewife with kids - suddenly becoming an all star elite athlete (in my head). 

   Amazingly, I was able to keep my lead despite the girls rebelling against the ill fitting brazier and other random wardrobe malfunctions.  Sweat busted out in every direction, but I was having the time of my life.  I decided I was going to try and lap my last opponent but he was hell on wheels.  He was a lot taller and a seasoned cross country ski racer.  Around and around I went.  It took me 9 1/2 times around, but I finally did it.  I'd lapped them all.  At round 12 I skied in, exhausted and elated.  I'd won the first ever "Yaak-A-Loppet".  I would forever be in history as having won something, finally, after all these 40 some years.  Me - winner of Yaak's first cross country ski race ever.  It was pretty great.

My husband was so proud, later on that night he took me out for Valentines Day Dinner and Dancing.  Here we are post hygiene measures ;-)

 

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please see this post on my other blog entitled "Your Belly Looks and Feels Like Bread Dough" as its pretty much all fitness content :-)

The Past 9 MONTHS!!

playing in the leaves

my new grandbaby and my new doggie

My "After Picture" After the Abd Challenge last May







I could HARDLY believe it when I went to this blog and realized it has been 9 months since I've last posted.  Then I thought about it and realized that with all I've been through, there really wasn't much I could post about!!  I guess I should explain my predicament :-)
Back in March and April I was starting to slack off.  In May I got REALLY SERIOUS and challenged maybe 100 of my facebook girlfriends to an "ABD CHALLENGE".  A bunch of us did abd work "Every Day The Month of May And In June Your Man Will Swoon" was my motto.  It was a big pile o'fun and really put the pressure on for me.  As you can see by my "after shot", it worked for me.  I was also super excited that a lot of other women got inspired and were sporting super ripped abds :-)  I had about a week or two of glory and then all hell broke loose and my world fell apart and crashed down around me. 
   We sold both our houses last June and officially became homeless.  First we lived with another family (AWKWARD), then we moved into an RV (gulp).  By that time everything I was trying to do went out the window.  No more grinding grains or buying all organic.  Oh, did I mention my husband also quit his job?  Yep, so I was really on a budget.  I had a tiny refrigerator sometimes when it worked, most of the time we lived out of coolers.  My trips to town for groceries were limited.  I never had much empathy for people who told me they couldn't cook healthy.  Then I had to survive out of an RV cooking for a big family and I was really humbled for having that attitude. 
After that, we had a cabin on the property we bought, but for a long time (months), I still only had a grill and burner to cook on.  It was really really hard just to produce something edible and the idea of making myself something different was EXHAUSTING.
   Being homeless I didn't do any special activities.  No Bloomsday, No Mud Run, No Long Bridge Swim, NADA.  After looking over the past 9 months, I realized I didn't train for any athletic event because I was overwhelmed just trying to get by each day.  Big ol' bummer!!
Its not like I just let myself go and gained 100 lbs.  I tried to keep running, swimming, hiking, etc, but my motivation took a nose dive and the scale did tilt upward a good 10 lbs. 
When we started building our house, I made coffee and treats for the men every morning (and I ate them).  A lot of times I made them good lunches too.  None of them cared all that much about calories or nutrition.  The most cost effective way was lots of yummy carbs like pizza and spaghetti.  You must see where I'm going with this - yep, I ate it too.  I was working like a dog painting and oiling and doing all the things I could to help out.  I worked all day and collapsed into bed at night in an exhausted coma (or was it a carb coma)?
Admittedly, I picked heaps of huckleberries and kept with many of my "healthy habits", but being homeless just plain wrecked havoc on fitness and healthy eating for me.
Thankfully I have this nice neighbor lady who has been encouraging me to work out with her.  She's really awesome.  I showed her what I used to look like, and she is pretty sure I can get there again.
So here I am, once again crawling back into the fitness and healthy eating lifestyle.  I should be moving into my house in the next week and then things will be easier for me.  I will unpack my kitchen stuff and begin again with a lot more humility than I had before.
 

Back Packing Trek this past summer

I jump off the bridge during our 4th of July celebration

My Son, nursing student, studying

Last Family Camping Trip to the Lake

What I do now (lol) - building a house!!

Our New Grandbaby!!

Last Family Pic before the kids started college

One Way I Embarrass My Children

clay pigeon shooting (a family affair)

Snow Boarding Day with My Older Kids

My Dear Husband Eats Broccoli and Likes It

She Prefers Her Yogurt with A Straw

Trying Out The New Flour Mill

I like to keep up the illusion in my mind that I am a touch chic.  Unfortunately, every once in a while that all comes crashing down and I am reduced to a mess of awkward emotions.  This was the case with Clay Pigeon Shooting (as it usually is).  My entire family LOVES the sport!!  Of course the men are always good and shoot like pros.  My 17 year old, Saphira, is AMAZING.  She could seriously do competitions.  She has uncanny skill.  Super Catman wowed everybody this time too.  Even my daughter in law, Ali Cat showed a lot of spirit nailing some far shots.  Then there's me.  I was all excited, got up there with a great attitude.......and........ shot off an entire box of shells and DIDN'T hit one airborne target.  How embarrassing.  Awkward silence.  Nobody says anything at all.  I just stand there as if time stopped.  I try not to tear up.  Its no fun stinking at something everybody else loves.  However, I try to put myself in other peoples positions.  Some of us aren't as good of swimmers or at snowboarding.  I'm always proud of whatever progress my family makes.  The important thing isn't to spend the next week ashamed of my failures.  Its to move on and keep pushing at being better in other things.  I'm not particularly excited about next round with the ol' shot guns, but I'm still gonna go out there and shoot a box and probably be just as embarrassed.  Art Dog promises that eventually, it is very probable that I will hit a target if I keep aiming the gun and shooting at them.  Sometimes in life we just gotta suck things up.
Here's some more thing learned, progress this month :
- Upon a follow up apt for my boys who both had broken bones, the orthopaedist told us that 90% of North Idaho is Vitamin D deficient.  He strongly recommended we start supplementing.  I'm not into doing all sorts of vitamins, but he had a lot of knowledge on the subject, so I suppose a little "D" won't hurt to add to our diets.
- 300 lbs of grain is still sitting in bags in my kitchen awaiting a bee in my bonnet to be dealt with (ugh).  Its going to take a little bit of work to get this flour grinding and grain storage thing off the ground.
-  As pictured above, my dear husband, who had strongly refused to eat broccoli for as long as I have known him, strangely decided to try the organic stuff I bought.  Amazingly he liked it.  It has been hard to spend the money on organics, but I am thankful for the added blessings it has brought.
I am sooo sore from snowboarding the other day.  Hooo Doggies.  I wish I could fit that into my schedule more often :-)  It felt really really good to be up there.  Best boarding I've done in a long time.
  

You Want to Do What For A Date?!?!!?

Here are some fun pictures from snowshoeing up Flatiron Mountain.  The snow pack is low this year making it a bit easier than years before.  It was also a warm day which was really nice!  I was so glad my husband agreed to going :-)

 

I've been (mostly) writing down calories and have lost about 5 lbs of the Christmas pudge.  Also been getting back to Zumba (super fun) and getting out on more hikes and runs.  Just cutting back on carbs made me notice an immediate difference in my energy level.

 

- Am liking the big change with going organic.  The kids complain bitterly when we run out of milk, but I keep reminding myself "quality over quantity"

- It is REEEEAAAALLLY hard spending more money for milk, fruit, veggies.  I am thinking long term that I am going to need to do a lot more growing of my own stuff in order to really maintain the level of organics that I want to live by.

- My new flour grinder "Wonder Mill Wonder Jr" has arrived but, alas, no time to try it out yet.  Hopefully I'll be putting up a food post before long!!

 - My girlfriends are already hinting loudly that they want to start training for Bloomsday and am I going to go along with it?!?!  (I guess)

- Last week, I had one of my kids (who has a harder time with weight), count calories for a day.  He did really well with it, and kind of even enjoyed doing it as a school subject.  It is hard to find time to get the kids exercising a lot when they are tied up with school work and chores for the better part of the day.  Unfortunately, good excuses for a sedimentary lifestyle do not turn fat into muscle.  I have my work cut out for me finding ways to motivate my kids :-)

  

The Big "O" (Organics Of Course)

  

The day I hit the "130" mark, I knew I had gone too far off course.  I had promised myself that the "125" mark would sound an alarm in my head, but I was busy and there was too much going on over the holidays.  I ordered "Oxygen Magazine" figuring that it would be a good motivator.  Uhh.....  yeah, maybe if I took the time to read it (insert eye rolling here). 
   Then January 1st rolled around leaving me feeling like I was being suffocated in lard.  All my jeans were too tight and that unsightly muffin top loomed over the top of my otherwise sexy jeans.  My self esteem took a plunge.........
    After wallowing in fat for a while, I tried writing down calories and "meant well" but was busy.  After finding I was doing that for almost a week, I decided I needed to be more militant about doing this.  Then I read my fitness blog.  I thought "wow where have I been?!"  I realized that even if I motivated no one, I needed to be true to myself.  Reading it encouraged me and reminded me who I really am.........
  
   In other news, we had fun company over the holidays.  My good friend "M" was here.  She has 7 kids and lives on a very limited budget.  3 are now grown and out of the house.  She grows a lot of her own food and has strong convictions on organics and non gmo foods.  She also studies medicinal herbs.  She came loaded up with salves and armed with all kinds of knowledge.  At first I was a little bit overwhelmed.  I knew the information was good, but actually integrating it into life takes time and money.  I finally decided that I'm not going to hold off any longer.  If she can live this way, I have no excuse for not doing it myself.
   She also introduced me to Comfrey Salve. 

     This is what the plant looks like (thank you google images).  She went on and on about how wonderful it is.  Finally she told me to try some.  I tried using it over the top of where I think I may have I.T. Band problems.  The spasm IMMEDIATELY stopped.  I was sold.  As an ER nurse, I see people all the time with muscular spasms to the point of agony.  Obviously I'm not allowed to treat anybody with such things, but I am for sure armed with this knowledge now.  Its not an old wives tale.  The comfrey salve really made a difference.  I plan to start making some this spring for my personal use and the use of my family.  I will no longer rely on commercial made anti-inflammatories for my only form of relief.
    Here is a list of things I'm in the process of initiating THIS MONTH

 - I'm going organic with milk and yogurt.  Its hard to do because of the cost, but I have decided this is a necessary step for me.  The yogurt is about 40 cents more for a brand we like.  This will not be hard to do.  The milk is quite a bit more.  I plan to buy less milk to help compensate for that.  I have decided that rather than constantly keep the refrigerator stocked, I would rather run out and be giving my children a better quality product.  Since there is always cheese and yogurt in the refrigerator, I am not overly concerned about being out for a few days at a time.

- I'm going to start grinding my own flour FOR REAL.  I have used a coffee grinder half cup at a time up until now.  The bulk of my flour in recipes comes from a bag because the coffee grinder is time consuming and burns out with my standard 20 cup need for bread.  For at least 10-15 years I have had the conviction to do this, but not followed through due to financial reasons of buying a good grinder.  This month we are buying a grinder.  This month I will be buying grain.  It is healthier, cost effective and just smart to keep on hand.  My friend "M" says she has fed gluten intolerant people her bread and they have had no ill effects.  This should be food for thought.  My friend "G" makes her own bread with fresh ground flour, always, and also inspired me.

- Gulp..... I'm going to pay closer attention to the "Dirty Dozen" of organics.  I may not always hit it, but I will consciously try to make an effort.  Taken from organic.org, here are the 12 most contaminated foods :12 Most Contaminated  
Peaches
Apples
Sweet Bell Peppers
Celery
Nectarines
Strawberries
Cherries
Pears
Grapes (Imported)
Spinach
Lettuce
Potatoes

- And lastly, but not last in priorities, I plan to seriously take merit in food storage and preparedness and make some form of progress toward this.  Please see my blog post here : http://liteonthemtn.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-bug-out-life.html

What Happened To Your Boobs?!

Bloomsday 2013

Keeping my motivation has been pretty hard to do.  In April, I tried counting calories for a while, but I was planning my daughters graduation party and my parents coming.  I got so overwhelmed with trying to focus on too many things and had to give that up to keep my sanity.  It did help for a little bit.  In the end, I decided if I was going to look the way I wanted to for the big party, I was going to have to do some fasting.  I wanted to pray and fast anyway, because I was such a nervous wreck about having 100 or more people over to my house.  In the end, I weighed what I wanted to and the party was a smashing success with 120 guests in all.
  My son, his fiancé, my younger son and daughter and I are here in this picture right before we did the 7 1/2 mile run.  It was a good motivator for me.  I felt good about my time.  Last year, I ran with my girlfriends and thought I was going to throw up the entire time averaging 10 min miles.  This time, I lost my friend and her daughter in the first few miles, so I ran my own pace.  I still did 10 min miles and beat my time by a few seconds.  It was also a lot hotter out.  I was pretty amazed.

   My Mom and Dad were here for 2 weeks.  It was a good visit, with a lot of challenges.  A normal visit with my mom entails a lot of good food, chocolate, and board/card games.  Of course I was stressed out trying to buy and make good food and not gain a lot of weight.  After all, In my mind, feeding a person good is showing love right?  The first week and beyond, I pretty much gained 1/3 to 1/2 lb per day.  I'd look at the scale and felt powerless to do anything about it.  Finally, one day I got really fed up.  Something in me just snapped.  I was just cooking all this crap, and we were all eating it.  I was buying this crap, and we were all eating it.  We'd have a meal, a snack, another snack, another meal, and so on.  It was just too much rich food and it was sabotaging us all.  As I watched my kids eating it, I felt like I was going to be sick.  I was just keeping the same thing in motion that had gone on for generations before me, letting it continue its perpetual motion.  
    That next morning, I got up and prayed hard.  I asked God to give me the strength to fight this stronghold in my family.  I could feel opposition in the air.  I stopped eating so much and cooking so much.  I forced myself to pay attention to what I was eating.  I didn't do things perfectly.  I still had too many treats, but I watched what I ate closely.  I started to feel empowered.  Soon I was not gaining weight.  My mom and I had some good conversations.  It was a good seed planted. 
    Obesity is a generational curse.  We grow familiar to it and let it take us.  If I don't resist it, knowingly, its not long before I resort back to old patterns, especially when I'm around my family.  My mom thinks I need to gain 5 or 10 lbs.  I wish I could lose 5 or 10 lbs.  My mom says "you look the best you've ever looked", but she also says "what happened to your boobs?!"  She's funny.  Her idea of what I should look like is different from mine.  That's okay.
    I had a lot of flashbacks of my eating patterns from childhood and I see that my younger kids are all to willing to go that route.  I decided that I am NOT buying sugar cereal for the summer PERIOD.  Its not healthy, not needed.  I'm not "loving them" by getting it for them.  I'm using it as a cheap way to pacify my guilt trip to make up for a day of being gone at work.  No more.  So to make myself feel better,  I buy them this crap that spikes their blood sugar, makes them hyper, and fills their developing bodies with processed, chemically altered poison.  Nope.  No cereal all summer.  No, I'm not going to be a cereal Nazi, I'm just not buying it.
Truth is, I've always known that many generations of my family has fought obesity.  This is no surprise.  I just thought that I was on the winning edge.  I'd beat it and I was helping my kids to make different choices.  Then in the blink of an eye, I'm falling into all my old patterns of RECREATIONAL EATING.  Yes, recreational eating. 
Recreational eating means that you eat as a form of recreation, rather than as a way to fuel your body.  When you fuel your body, you think about what it needs, not what it wants.  Thinking this way is a never ending battle for me.  Most of my thinking has to do with finding a way to make my sugar fix, my salt fix, my fat fix.  Anyhow, I truly believe that my kids don't have to go through what my my grandmother, my mother, and I went through.  I'm just crazy enough to believe that with God's help, obesity's power can once and for all be defeated.  My children don't have suffer the things we did.  They can grow up being healthy and passing down healthy traits to future generations.   Selah.
    Sorry to disappoint you, I don't have it all figured out.  I just know I have fight in me.  Until next month.......