C'mon, this At-At (Imperial Walker) is definitely smiling!Look at it's cute little head. He wants to play fetch no doubt.
"I want you to get a bigger vision.
There are exciting things in your future.
Your future is filled with marked moments of blessing, increase, promotion...
Time and chance are coming together for you.
Why don’t you get your hopes up?
Why don't you start believing that no matter what you have or haven't done,
that your best days are still out in front of you?"
~ Joel Osteen
There are exciting things in your future.
Your future is filled with marked moments of blessing, increase, promotion...
Time and chance are coming together for you.
Why don’t you get your hopes up?
Why don't you start believing that no matter what you have or haven't done,
that your best days are still out in front of you?"
~ Joel Osteen
I like hope.
I need it.
This is the season when the sky tends to be overcast and I lose my sense of depth. I lose track of my place in the universe and get stuck in my own boring world view.
I forget possibility.
I need reminders.
When I get limited and stuck I wish someone would come up behind me, put a hand on either side of my head and turn my face up to the sky.
Remember how big...
Remember what I wrote on Friday about having a day's worth of chores and sorting to do?
I did a little bit.
Then I did a whole lotta napping.
Then wasted a bunch of energy feeling bad about napping.
As if resting were a bad thing.
It's been a while since I've been able to enjoy guilt-free napping.
My mother even asked me why I needed to nap.
Was I feeling tired lately?
Was I sleepy because I was doing more?
Was I sick?
"No, Mom," I just needed a nap. "I'm 43 and I get tired."
"Well, I'M 85 Lis, so Mama needs her naps!"
"I don't need to be 85 to deserve a nap, Mom. Sometimes I just need to sleep."
I thought about that, was proud that I stood up for my needs.
I could have even left out the part about being 43.
Naps are good.
Naps and snacks.
Believe it.
Then I thought about it.
How had I been able to do 10 months straight of 6 day a week workouts with virtually NO napping?
How had I pushed myself through the tiredness?
Oh, right.
Over the counter speed, caffeine and energy drinks.
Forgot about those.
Better living through chemicals.
Probably not a great idea.
Probably a real strain on my heart.
I like the peppy feelings, though.
But if the peppy feelings are chemically induced then who am I without them?
Could it be that I'm a bit more draggy and slothful than I want to admit?
Then again...
Is a low key lifestyle such a bad thing?
I can change my energy level...if I choose to.
I can accept myself as I am...if I choose to.
Lucky for me, I'm in the writing-my-future phase.
The future is a giant sketch pad of blank pages.
I can be as peppy or draggy as I choose to be.
My life.
My choice.
The walking has been good for me.
When I take my walks I think of them as "health walks". I'm a character on a diabetes control pamphlet, zaftig and smiling, measuring my meals and activities for good blood sugar control, being a good little patient.
Normally that would not appeal to me but,
I kinda like the feeling.
It's so radically different than 127 pounds ago when walking wasn't even an option.
Being the smiling walker is kinda cool right now.
Last night I was walking and my left shin started to burn a bit.
NO!
I will not injure myself, I thought.
I slowed my pace and silenced every pushy, bossy, critical voice in my head that ever told me to walk faster.
YOU DON'T SPEAK FOR ME pushy, bossy, critical voices.
Shut up!
Instead of pounding the pavement faster, I walked more gently, took longer strides, tightened my gluts, and walked with MORE INTENTION rather than with more velocity.
I immediately worked up a nice sweat.
The pains in my legs and ankles subsided.
Turns out
I
Know
What's
Best
For
Me!
Whatever gets written or painted on my nice blank pages I want to make sure that I am the one holding the brushes, the pens, the fat Sharpies and no one else.
I'm halfway up my mountain toward a health goal.
If I need some time to sit at cloud level, breathe a bit, enjoy the view and plan my next moves, I'm going to do it without guilt.
Hear that self?
Enjoy the view!!
*Movement for Motivation*
This is awesome and easy!
I just did it holding onto the kitchen sink for balance...lol.
Good for balance, good for grace.
Click here or click below...
Yesterday's Activity: 22 minute intentional walk in the cold night air.
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I need it.
This is the season when the sky tends to be overcast and I lose my sense of depth. I lose track of my place in the universe and get stuck in my own boring world view.
I forget possibility.
I need reminders.
When I get limited and stuck I wish someone would come up behind me, put a hand on either side of my head and turn my face up to the sky.
Remember how big...
Remember what I wrote on Friday about having a day's worth of chores and sorting to do?
I did a little bit.
Then I did a whole lotta napping.
Then wasted a bunch of energy feeling bad about napping.
As if resting were a bad thing.
It's been a while since I've been able to enjoy guilt-free napping.
My mother even asked me why I needed to nap.
Was I feeling tired lately?
Was I sleepy because I was doing more?
Was I sick?
"No, Mom," I just needed a nap. "I'm 43 and I get tired."
"Well, I'M 85 Lis, so Mama needs her naps!"
"I don't need to be 85 to deserve a nap, Mom. Sometimes I just need to sleep."
I thought about that, was proud that I stood up for my needs.
I could have even left out the part about being 43.
Naps are good.
Naps and snacks.
Believe it.
Then I thought about it.
How had I been able to do 10 months straight of 6 day a week workouts with virtually NO napping?
How had I pushed myself through the tiredness?
Oh, right.
Over the counter speed, caffeine and energy drinks.
Forgot about those.
Better living through chemicals.
Probably not a great idea.
Probably a real strain on my heart.
I like the peppy feelings, though.
But if the peppy feelings are chemically induced then who am I without them?
Could it be that I'm a bit more draggy and slothful than I want to admit?
Then again...
Is a low key lifestyle such a bad thing?
I can change my energy level...if I choose to.
I can accept myself as I am...if I choose to.
Lucky for me, I'm in the writing-my-future phase.
The future is a giant sketch pad of blank pages.
I can be as peppy or draggy as I choose to be.
My life.
My choice.
The walking has been good for me.
When I take my walks I think of them as "health walks". I'm a character on a diabetes control pamphlet, zaftig and smiling, measuring my meals and activities for good blood sugar control, being a good little patient.
Normally that would not appeal to me but,
I kinda like the feeling.
It's so radically different than 127 pounds ago when walking wasn't even an option.
Being the smiling walker is kinda cool right now.
Last night I was walking and my left shin started to burn a bit.
NO!
I will not injure myself, I thought.
I slowed my pace and silenced every pushy, bossy, critical voice in my head that ever told me to walk faster.
YOU DON'T SPEAK FOR ME pushy, bossy, critical voices.
Shut up!
Instead of pounding the pavement faster, I walked more gently, took longer strides, tightened my gluts, and walked with MORE INTENTION rather than with more velocity.
I immediately worked up a nice sweat.
The pains in my legs and ankles subsided.
Turns out
I
Know
What's
Best
For
Me!
Whatever gets written or painted on my nice blank pages I want to make sure that I am the one holding the brushes, the pens, the fat Sharpies and no one else.
I'm halfway up my mountain toward a health goal.
If I need some time to sit at cloud level, breathe a bit, enjoy the view and plan my next moves, I'm going to do it without guilt.
Hear that self?
Enjoy the view!!
*Movement for Motivation*
This is awesome and easy!
I just did it holding onto the kitchen sink for balance...lol.
Good for balance, good for grace.
Click here or click below...
Yesterday's Activity: 22 minute intentional walk in the cold night air.
click here to leave a message
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