# 2, 3 & 4…

A conglomeration of a few firsts during my 30 days of firsts

#2… I’ve made coconut curry two weeks in a row.  For some of you, this may seem rather redundant, cooking the same meal two weeks in a row.  For me, nope.  I have my go-to recipes that I make 2-3 times per month.  But those are no-fail recipes, meals I’ve been making since my teens and I know they are crowd family pleasers of finger-licking tasty goodness.  Last week, I wasn’t so pleased, mainly because I failed to trim my chicken and it disgusted me when I ate it.  Granted I had the best of the best I could have purchased from Sprouts, but the fatty parts on the boneless thighs just turned me off.  So this week, I did a variation of the sauce and trimmed my meat.  While the finished product both weeks were great, I still was turned off by trimming meat before-hand.  What a conundrum.  While I feel blessed to provide my family with a vastly different meal from the “norm”, I still can’t get over the meat issue.  GROSSERS…

#3… I made my oldest child (ten next week) do a 30 minute time out in the corner.  PSSST… HE DID IT!  Originally I had said 1 hour, but I bargained… He could trade 30 minutes for chores.  Wouldn’t you know it, that little booger that was back talking me chose chores, and you guessed it… I gave him a long lack-luster list.  More to come on this…

#4… I talked back to my mother.  Not in a hateful way, no, I’m just not going to go down to a nasty level.  I talked back in a way that I think just may have spoken to her.  You see, not every parent-child relationship is all bliss.  That’s a hard thing for me to say, and a hard thing to swallow.  I see friends, acquaintances, and strangers interact with their folks, and it always makes me wonder why I don’t have that.  Not to say I’m not close to my parents, I am.  I love both my parents to the depths of this broken soul.  But I’d be lying if I said my relationship with my mother is like any others I’ve observed.  It’s just not.  The funny thing is, the older I get, the more I understand her.  Yet, when I was younger I was so forgiving.  Now, not so much.  We can choose to divulge ourselves in the past, in the wrong-doings forced upon us, or we can learn and move on.  I am moving on (not without her, just have to live my life).  I’ve tried, tried, tried to stick with my mom in this quick sand recipe of hurt, loss and what might have been.  I’m old enough now to know better, yet still young enough to know, I won’t repeat that cycle.  I won’t repeat it for my husband, my children… but most of all, for ME.  So today, she sent me a metaphor via text… “There’s a chink in my Armour, but I’ll soldier on.”  My response, “You should go see the welder or the blacksmith.”  No response… Metaphor delivered, received & digested?  I wish I knew.

One of my mom's songs.

One of my mom’s songs.

My apologies that 2, 3 & 4 aren’t more eventful, but I plan to share more about these topics as I can (ummmm, curry, probably not so much though)!  Number 5 should be a bit more interesting… Can I do 100 miles in March?  It all depends on the wind, family schedule, oh yeah – and the biggest thing… MOTIVATION.


101 Days of Blogging – #11 Be Part of The Solution

elevenBe Part of The Solution – It’s going to take a lot of strong, clear-headed, high-vitality people to solve the world’s problems.  Be one of them.

Life is cyclical.  At least my life has been.  Early on I experienced the highs and lows of  naivety.  It was nice that I was so sheltered and was able to really enjoy my youth without any of the worries or fears of today’s children.  But at the same time, I never realized how many vultures there are out there.  Then, just when I feel like I’ve wised up and am again on my own path and won’t have any disruptions from poisonous reptiles, I get stuck in some slimy nasty funkiness of someone else’s evil.  LOL, I just reread that last sentence, but it’s true!

Here’s the problem with the cycle, I am the problem.  I allow myself to be swallowed up by other people and their agendas.  In the past I somehow have lost my backbone and have allowed my life to be ruled by what’s best for others.  I think anyone would agree, that’s definitely NOT part of being the solution!  I’m done with that.  The older I get, the more I realize, it’s all about the experience I choose to have.  I choose healthy and fun.Trail Running Stock

So how can I be part of the solution rather than add to the problems of the world?  I have a clear vision (my #BIG PICTURE) of what I
want to accomplish this year.  Unfortunately, my goals for 2013 are goals that I’ve wanted to tackle for a good three years plus!  When I evaluate what has held me back…the clear bold ugly answer is ME.  I have allowed all this B.S. to get in the way and occupy my time, my worries, my life – and it drained me of the clear vision I have had for myself.  It’s high time I break that cycle and really go after what I want, no holds barred.

Question MarkSo my question today, do you enable yourself to tackle your life’s dreams?  Do you do everything in your power to keep after your goals regardless of what others say to keep you down or discouraging you?

In addition to syncing up with 101 Revolutionary Ways to be Healthy, I am incorporating some tips a great friend sent me to get UNSTUCK in 2013

My commitment to myself is to – Start your day with 20 minutes of exercise.  I hope to do more more than 20 minutes, but 20 minutes is a start.  I need to get back to where I once was…  Those 20 minutes will help me focus on the day’s tasks, goals and commitments.  I am hoping those 20 minutes I am able to fully get lost in my music, become centered and move on to a focused day where I am definitely A PART OF THE SOLUTION!

I would love to hear how others are their own solution to a life more healthy, please share with me and continue on my journey with me!

Next post:  #12 Go at Your Own Pace / Make excellence your way of being (versus a once in a while event).

Here’s to your happiness!!!!


Practice Medicine Without a License

Seven Practice Medicine Without a License:

Research your own conditions and treatment alternatives, ask questions, and seek second opinions with impunity. Leverage the expertise of trained pros, but don’t allow it to eclipse your own informed instincts about what’s best for you.
About 5 years ago, hubby came home with this ridiculously outrageous idea.  He asked me if I would like to train with a him and some co-workers with a professional company to prepare for a 17 mile trail race over a mountaion pass in Colorado.  I thought for a split second…why not?  So it began, my love-hate relationship with RUNNING!
I hadn’t run or worked out in any capacity for years.  Although I wasn’t overweight, I was far from fit.  For an entire month before our training Out of Shapebegan, we started walking after dinner.  We leashed up the dog, put the toddler in the stroller and off we went!  We never took water, even though it was still over 100 degrees at dusk (yes, we lived on the surface of the sun, or so it felt)!  We never stretched.  We never really prepared for our walks, we just did them.
Quickly our first training run approached.  I was fearful that I wouldn’t be strong enough to do it, or that I would hate it the entire time, or that it just wouldn’t be right for me.  I remembered conditioning for track and cross country when I was younger…ugh, I hated it!  Remember, when I was younger I chose a lot of my activities because they were basically chosen for me!
We discussed our goals with our coaches, and our first training run, was a long run on a Sunday.  The goal wasn’t mileage, so much as time spent jogging.  I think we went for 20-30 minutes that morning.  Then it was over!  We literally had not been awake on Sunday this early in so long, we had no idea what to do with this new amount of time we magically had!
Hot Sun
The next training run, was not so fun…  We met our coaches and fellow runners at a track.  There was of course the warm up run, then group stretches and other warm up drills.  The challenge came next.  Our training that day was to run a portion of the track, then up and down bleachers and back on to the track.  From the moment we started, I was tired, gasping for air and soaked with sweat.  I found out that day, I did NOT bring enough water!  It was hard work, but I was motivated.  Most of all, I didn’t hate it.
Training went on for a few months.  Two days at the track and long runs on Sunday with the group.  The rest we did on our own time.  During my solo runs, I stumbled upon trail running.  The Arizona heat  made for some tough runs, but the AZ trails definitely made up for it.  One of our training runs was an actual half marathon in Flagstaff.  I wasn’t really looking forward to it because I knew the course would be difficult and the altitude would add an obstacle.  The race started out on a road, but soon we were in the forest, up and down small hills, sun peaking through the tree branches and the air was crisp and cool.  It took me 2 hours and 43 minutes to complete my 13 miles that day.
Then the following week, the pain set in.  Pain that threatened my participation in the Colorado challenge.  Unwittingly, I would soon become my
own healthcare practioner!  During a track workout following the half marathon, both of my ankles began aching.  It was effecting the way I ran, the way I walked.  The more I was on my feet, the worse the pain was.  Under the instruction of one of the coaches, I went to a physical therapist.  I was crushed to find out my training needed to be limited to an elliptical trainer.  We only had a month left before the trail race and after how long 13 miles took me in Flagstaff, I was increasingly fearful of the mammoth run that would crest at 13,000 feet in Colorado!
During PT – I learned more about balance, stretching, different points of stress on the body, the almighty IT band and under/overpronBandaidation.  What the what?  I changed shoes, worked on my core, did some crazy body contorting stretches, and wouldn’t you know, my ankles were feeling better within three weeks.
Yes, this is somewhat of a boring post…but it will get better, I promise!  Check back tomorrow for the conclusion and of course how it relates to…
#8 of 101 days of blogging –
Make whole-person vitality, well-being and resilience your goal. Partner with healthcare pros who understand and support your desire to be fully healthy with a minimum of medical intervention.

Defy Convention – Day 1

So I am a couple of days late…I wanted to start 101 days of blogging on Monday, but as usual, life got in the way!  I don’t mean that in a negative way, but my life is full and time is fleeting (not to mention, my time management skills are lacking)!  But here I am, ready to begin 101 days of blogging, remember I am using 101 Ways to be Healthy as my inspiration.

Day one is DEFY CONVENTION – Do the healthy thing, even when it’s challenging, inconvenient or considered weird.  Take pride in that.

Doing the healthy thing, or ANY thing we set out to do in life, may be chock full of obstacles, may cause impositions and yes, be considered out of the ordinary.  As mentioned in my last entry, I set out this year with the best of intentions and some rather hefty goals to begin in 2012.  Because of challenges, inconveniences and fear of what other’s may think, I’ve yet to tackle my biggest goal for the year.  A goal that would ultimately make me a happier person and put my family in a much better position geographically and financially.  I desperately want to go back to school and get into the health care field.  


Ever since my professional life began, I’ve never allowed myself to be tied to an industry or position that didn’t make me happy or didn’t satisfy me professionally.  But in that pursuit (which definitely defies the convention my parents tried to instill in me), I somehow lost the essence of being happy professionally.  As I began to mature more, financial obligations swelled and my family grew.  With each advance I made up the material ladder, I became less worried about maintaining happiness in my career and more worried about how to afford my life.  And because I chose to fill my life with ‘things’, I lost sight of what really matters most.  Now that my bubble has burst, and like a lot of other’s in the country, I am feeling the crunch of our economy, I took the last couple of years to evaluate what I’m good at, what excites me and how that can translate into my professional life.  What I found was, that I’m a people person…I am great with people!  Maybe that is why I’m in sales?  But sales, ugh, no matter what industry of sales I’ve immersed myself in, the end result is always the same – frustrated and stressed out, worried about making my numbers.  

At this point in time, defying convention for my health (albeit mental health), means I will find a way to get back to school.  It is definitely going to be challenging, I’m sure there will be inconveniences along the way, and it will be weird to go back to school after having been out of school for over a decade – but I will take pride in doing something to make myself happy and that will ultimately help others!

How will you defy convention?  Next on the list, BUCK TRENDS!