Setting My Intention For The Day

I'm giving up long Saturday morning workout to go berry picking today. In the long run, I'll certainly remember the day in the berry patch longer than I would a morning spent on the treadmill. So no exercise, plus there will be cobbler. So I need a plan.

If I can make some decisions now, I'll have a plan in place to deal with cobbler. Today's theme will be blackberries, obviously. So I will make cobbler, but in very small batches and I will send them home with Sandy. Cobbler freezes very nicely. I suspect she will stay for dinner tonight, so they can have cobbler and ice cream as dessert and I'll have berries and cream as mine. I think I'll make a blackberry sauce to go with the salmon. I've never done this, but Pebbles says it's divine.

As for the exercise front, well, that will depend upon how the day goes. If Sandy doesn't spend the day, I'll hit the gym - I need to log some MILES! Houston is 282 miles from here - Tena, I'm looking at you! (If you are closer and want to do lunch or something, email me!) If she stays around, I'll try to think of a joint activity that will give us both some exercise. I need to be creative. If it just wasn't so blooming hot!

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Develop a plan of action.

-Roxie
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MLG: 2.5

HGF: nada

Pleasantly Surprised

A week or so ago I'd mentioned to Sandy, Bick's daughter, that I was thinking about going to pick blackberries. I decided against it, so didn't go a week or so ago. Sandy called Bick and asked if I was still planning on doing this and if so, she wanted to go with. So, guess what? Sandy and I are going blackberry picking tomorrow. I told her that it would work best if she just came over on Friday night, as we would need to leave the house at 6:45 am in order to get to the field by 7am. So that was the plan. She said she was looking forward to it. And she wants me to teach her how to make cobbler.

Fast forward to last evening (Thursday). Bick's phone rings and it's Sandy and she wants to know if it's okay if she just comes over early. Bick, of course, tells her to come on over. This has never happened. She's never been this spontaneous with us. She came over, had dinner, laughed and goofed around. Saw the community college catalog that by happenstance had arrived in the mail that very day, grabbed it up and just plopped right down and planned out her fall schedule at school. I don't even know what to think. I'm hoping for good things and I know that her daddy went to bed last night a very happy man.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Enjoy things as they are today.

-Roxie

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Mileage: 2.5 mile walk at lunch

pic Sandy on the left, Bick on the right on the beach that is no more (2008)

What Motivates You?

I've been thinking quite a bit about motivation lately. I'm sort of in a "maintain" mode with my exercise. My eating had been clean and good, I'm sort of in "set it and forget it mode" which I am grateful for, but I don't have any real big goals in front of me enticing me to increase my intensity. And I'm okay with that. I don't think anyone can sustain a "balls to the wall" mode for a lifetime. Like with most things, it sort of ebbs and flows. I'd prefer my ebbs to be less and my flows to be more. I'm sort of just here in the moment, maintaining (sort of) my current level of fitness and awaiting inspiration and/or lightening to strike. I've set goals of participating in races - 5Ks, 5 milers, a ten-mile-without-stopping-run by myself, and a half-marathon walk/run. I've done that. I've got to find something to engage my mind before my ass will move. Right now, this blog and the blogging community are keeping my mind in the game.

And then I had this crazy thought about what motivates me - and travel is it. As I said in a comment on a blog recently, I tend to think of airline tickets as a unit of measure. For example, the yearly cost of cable television can be translated into airline tickets. Casually (or not) drop a hundred bucks, and that's a half to a fourth of a plane ticket to GO SOMEWHERE. Could I possibly combine my love of travel and my need to move?

Would it be weird to decide that I want to visit my favorite bloggers (whom I am friends with, if only in my head) as a reward when I've covered enough miles either by rowing or walking or running or biking or crab-crawling or line-dancing to reach their location? And this doesn't mean that I would come STAY with these people (you), I'd just come to visit your part of the country/world when I'd logged enough miles (and we'd have lunch!). Frequent Exerciser Miles Rewards Program - god, it needs a better title than that....

Hmmm. Something to ponder. And I'd need a tool to track miles.....Hmmm.


Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Keep your head in the game and your ass will follow.

-Roxie

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Have Pashmina, Will Travel

I've solved my reunion wear dilemma. I'm going to wear this really cute (I think) bright colored paisley skirt with my orange sandals. I was wearing this outfit yesterday and told my sister that I was thinking of it as reunion wear. She told me it was very cute, but to lose the Librarian's cardigan (apologies to any librarian's reading this, she said it, not me). So after thinking about this a while, I decided that I needed a hot pink pashmina as a cover. Turns out Target has them, so off I went to get one.

Backstory: I felt awful last night and I took some allergy/sinus/cold meds that leave me in a stupor and damned hung-over and unfit to drive. Bick asked me this morning when I knocked the trash over last night. I told him I didn't remember knocking over the trash and just leaving it askew in the kitchen. He told me that I must have done it because he'd asked Sadie if she did it and she said no. (For those new here - Sadie is the dog - and I actually believe him and her. If she'd done something stupid, she won't hang around wagging her tail, she hides.)

So after I sobered up this morning (and after I called in) I decided to take a trip into Target to get my pashmina. They didn't have pink, but they had orange, so I'm all set. And it turns out I'm going to need that outfit again before the month is over. Friend and sometime poster Meg is getting married at the end of August and I am going to the wedding. Already booked. And I'll be wearing my reunion outfit to Meg's wedding in New Jersey.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Be ready.

-Roxie
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Too Much Navel Gazing

Patty must be psychic. By the time I got home last night I realized that I wasn't anxious, I was sick! Seems like allergies morphed into some sort of upper respiratory something or other. I find this incredibly funny - in a post-enlightenment ironic sort of way. Geez, Rox, if you hear the sounds of thundering hoofbeats, stop looking for zebras!

Wanted: Decoder Ring

I've spent the last couple of days feeling generally anxious. I can't seem to pinpoint a particular cause and while I've applied exercise and meditation, that didn't seem to eradicate it. This general feeling of anxiety manifests itself in my chest and throat. In my previous eating-disordered life, this would be a binge trigger - anything to quell whatever is causing this anxiety symptom.

These days, however, I'm using a different skill set to get to the bottom of whatever this is. Something is out of whack, out of balance and my body is telling me so. All I have to do is sit still long enough in the feeling to figure out the message.

Safety Pants

No, not Safety Dance. I bought some backup pants last night to wear to my reunion if I can't find anything else I like. So the pressure is off. The potential reunion pants are a trouser-cut dark denim by Kenneth Cole. They were on sale at Marshall's and fit really nice. So that's one less thing to worry about. I also bought a blouse, but it may be "trying too hard", so I might return it. My sister usually serves as my clothing consultant, so I will await her review. I'm wearing a cute skirt and shoe combo to work today that I might just take with me to wear to the reunion and be done with it.

Heading off to the gym in a few minutes for today's exercise session.

Review of Costco trip: I spent $119. Bick had the bright idea to go as soon as they opened on Sunday morning and it wasn't too bad. I came home and re-organized our freezer to get a better handle on what we have. We have too much chicken! And I bought more!


Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Have a backup plan.

-Roxie
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H20: 2
HGF: Purple tomatoes, purple peppers, orange peppers and herbs in a chopped veggie salad.