Back on My Feet…Mostly

I’m pleased to report that I have graduated from the clunky old air boot to a new, easier to manage,boot-let.


This is more of a compression sleeve, really, with a hard plastic bottom to it. By removing the insert to my Asics, I am able to cram the entire bootlet into my shoe. It’s not exactly like walking on air, but it’s not that clunky boot, and I’m grateful for that.

I’m still not cleared for distance-walking or biking, but going to the gym is sooooo much more enjoyable now. The big boot and the machines at the gym didn’t work for me, so I’ve been relying on household and yard projects for daily activity. But not anymore. After a few days for acclimation to the new footwear, I made a triumphant return to the gym earlier this week.

various gym equipment

I’m still stuck mostly on the machines, but so far, the leg press and standing calf raises are the only machines that are off-limits. My heart is happy. My muscles? Not quite so much. :)

I wish I could tell you that my “healing period” went perfectly, but of course, it didn’t. Too much anxious time on my hands, too many calories, too little strenuous exercise–you know the drill. I don’t feel great about the last six weeks.

But I don’t feel awful about them either. Other than a delicious holiday celebration on the 4th of July, my meals have been healthy. Most of my snacks have been healthy, too. There were just too many of those (along with some unmerited splurges) considering the lack of meaningful exercise to have me declaring an absolute success. But not a failure either. At worst, it’s a better failure. LOL

In writing this post, a segment of Anne Lamott’s recent Facebook post celebrating 29 years of sobriety came to mind:

There were all these other women who had what I had, who’d thought what I’d thought, who’d done what I’d done, who had betrayed their families and deepest values, who sat with me that day, and said “Guess what? Me, too! I have that too. Let me get you a glass of water.” Those are the words of salvation: Guess what? Me, too.”

One of the great rewards of writing a post like this–reporting mediocre (at best) results–is that I know someone (or many someones) are reading, nodding, and saying, “Guess what? Me, too”. People who know EXACTLY how I feel or what I’m thinking. It’s hugely empowering and motivating. I haven’t considered for one minutes giving up or giving in, but had I been, the “me too’s” would have stopped me.

With that, I’ll close with hopes that things are going well for you. And if they’re not? Well, me, too, so hang in there. :)

Alphabet Soup: The ‘L’ Words

Alphabet Soup is a series of posts in which readers and I explore the words, concepts, and ideas that help on the path to weight loss/maintenance. Please join in with your insights!

Letter l
The letter L is a Very Big Deal for me, with respect to weight loss and to life in general. Lots of lessons learned in L-world.

I’ve learned a lot about loving myself over the past few years, primarily that love of self shouldn’t be tied to eating healthy and exercising, and it can’t be tied to a size or a shape or weight or bmi or any other physical attribute. While I’m great with having goals in all those measures, I have value and am worth loving at any size or shape or weight. I wish I had fully realized that earlier in my life.

I wish I didn’t sometimes still lose sight of it now. :)


I spent a lot of years in “when I…,then I…” land, putting off doing things until I’d lost some weight. I had a wonderful, magical click! moment of clarity a few years ago as I was taking a goal weight celebration ride on a jet ski along the gulf coast. As I breezed along on my first ever jetski ride, a couple on a tandem ski passed nearby. Both were significantly overweight, but they were out there laughing and having the time of their lives. They didn’t wait for some distant goal weight to have fun. I did, and I missed a lot of rides.

Cammy jetskiAnne Lamott says it so much better than I can: Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

Let Go
Holding on to hurts, slights, and transgressions (mine or someone else’s) will only hold me back. As Malachy McCourt wrote: Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. Let.It.Go.

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For most of my diet-y years, I made the process a mean, miserable, soul-sucking experience. (Gee, I wonder why I struggled so much?) Fortunately, somewhere in the early stages of my latest weight loss journey, I figured out that I could have fun with the process by making up games and silly challenges. As the Yiddish proverb goes: What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul.

I haven’t said it in a while, but lifting weights completely changed the weight loss process for me. I saw results in the fit of my clothes long before I saw big losses reflected on the scale. I also saw the results in my posture, my attitude, my confidence, and my ability to deal with stress. I gained strength and toning–inside and out! :)

I suppose I should stop there. I think I’ve covered the most important L-words for me, but there are a couple more I might explore later. Unless one of you beats me to the punch. :) Your insights are welcome and appreciated!

Wishing you all a lovely weekend!

On Distractions and Focus

Do you ever go to reach for something and at the last second you’re distracted or focus on something else, so you end up missing your target? You’re off a fraction to the right or to the left. Or maybe too high or too low. You get it on the second try–or maybe the third–but you do get what you’re after.

That, in a nutshell, is how my life is rolling right now. I start out with a semi-determined day, get distracted somewhere along the way, and then play as much catch-up as I can. Some things get done; some things don’t. (Obviously, blogging isn’t happening regularly.)

My weight management efforts are generally following the same pattern. I have my regular way of doing things (5-7 fruits/vegetables daily, lean meats, whole grains, minimum 30 minutes exercise daily, etc.), and I’m on it most of the time, but I’m having too many “almost had it” days. That makes me uncomfortable.

I’m not sure why my focus is out of whack. Hormones, stress, spring, rainy days–could be anything. It could be all those things. :) I’ll figure it out. For now, I’m just trying to focus on what’s happening right now rather than what I did or didn’t do earlier.

Not all of the distractions are unwelcome. Here was a happy little diversion that took up most of a morning:

duncan phyfe style dining table

I was dithering between farmhouse-style or Duncan Phyfe-style for my dining room, and when this beauty showed up on my Facebook resale group for $25, I decided the Universe was giving me a great big hint. While the table is scratched and scarred, it’s still got style. Just like its owner. :) If I can’t clean up the finish, I’ll slap a tablecloth on it and just let the sexy legs show. LOL Now I just need seating and flooring (photo is from the original owner’s house), and I’ll have myself a proper dining room.