Beautiful holiday dress and photo by Amordress.
We made it to Friday!! Go us!
Pearl One
Once Upon a Time the powers-that-be thought they knew the truth. (It would be a cool story, if people hadn’t actually died.)
Our “Happy Ending” begins.
Do you remember when ulcers were thought to be caused by stress? It was a common refrain, “I’m so stressed I’ll end up with an ulcer.” But then in the early 80’s two Australian doctors traced ulcers to a bacteria.
They discovered that ulcers were a simple infection; easily cured with antibiotics.
Did the medical world throw confetti and party-hardy?
Nope.
The experts completely dismissed the young doctors’ discovery for about a decade. Finally in ’91 the medical world conceded, and eventually the Australian docs shared the 2005 Medical Nobel Prize. See? An all is well, ending.
My point: nobody believes me when I tell them about a vital skill that I learned as I was losing weight with a forever-mindset.
Intermittent-maintenance.
As I lost weight slow as molasses while plateauing several times, I’d tell myself at each plateau that I was “holding.” I’d remind me that my body needed time to adjust to its new weight. My plan was simple: don’t wake the cave woman brain that assumes a quick drop in weight means that starvation is around the corner.
The slower we lose — with plenty of breaks for plateaus — the deeper our cave woman snoozes in her cave unaware of our ultimate plan.
We’ve proved through the decades that losing weight quickly, is a disaster, so instead I tried the opposite and lost slow as a sloth.
It worked.
Join me in believing the truth behind a forever-weight loss. ♥
Pearl Two
You know the most annoying part of losing after fifty? Losing a lot of weight only to have my tummy go all pot belly on me.
Here are the pot belly fixes I’ve considered:
CoolSculpting. I thought long and hard on this idea until a super model popped out of the woodwork to sue someone for her CoolSculpted face that she didn’t want to show in public. My review: Not enough research on this one, so no.
The Mommy Tuck. My cupcakes don’t really need work, but I sure could use a tummy tuck. Thing is, anesthesia is no joke. Like most of us, I’ve had major surgery but for serious problems none of which included snipping off my kangaroo pouch. Not to mention the money!! Review: No again.
Tummy spot exercises. Everyone seems to agree that spot exercises aren’t a thing. Also one can do 300 sit-ups a day, but if loose fat continues to embrace the stomach muscles, the muscles won’t show. Review: Phew, I didn’t want to do 300 sit-ups a day anyhow.
Spanx. Review: yes.
Peplum. Whether we’re talking cute tops or bathing suits anything peplum is a life-long friend to a pot belly. Review: truly stylish.
Camouflage, no, not that kind of camo. I don’t have a fancy life, but if I did, this is how I’d camo my tum: I’d paire a tulle skirt with a fun tee and statement earrings to draw the eye up. Review: creativity brings camo to life.
Embrace age. One of the best parts of being not 22, is that you and I largely don’t give a hoot what someone thinks or doesn’t think about our tums. Review: A keeper.
My babies. When I’d lost the 55 lbs. I looked down and thought, why do I still look like I’m carrying twins? Over time, I came to think of my pouch as a leftover souvenir from my darling boys. My kids are in college now, but I’ve trained myself to see my tum and remember my darling babies.
Review: best thing that ever happened to me. ♥
Pearl Three
The Self-Sabotage Department.
Truth be told, I procrastinate. I’ve often assumed that procrastination might be part of the human experience because so many of us do it.
But then I began family travel writing.
I never procrastinated writing my travel articles. Why? Because I knew first-hand what it’s like being a traveler with very little money, and not having a clue about how to approach a region.
And kids along for the trip meant the stakes were super high. Traveling parents have a limited amount of money, time and energy. Friends would ask, “Do you procrastinate writing the articles?” I’d answer emphatically, “No, I care about the parents too much.”
I wanted to tell parents everything they’d need to know to have a wonderful family travel experience. No way would I procrastinate when it came to families making memories.
And that’s when it hit me: I don’t procrastinate when I genuinely care.
Interesting, right?
These days I’m taking a hard look at how I handle my life: do I create Christmas-fun well in advance (freeze sugar cookies, buy presents early etc.) so that I’m not running around crazed trying to get everything done in the same week? Do I let my hair get pretty shaggy and then call my stylist at the last second hoping she can squeeze me in?
Yes, to both.
Bottom line: I procrastinate big-time when it comes to myself. And I’m betting you do too. We give and give and give, and then attempt to soothe ourselves with food.
Why not put ourselves at the top of the list for a day, a week, or a month? Let’s show ourselves what we can do when we care about our own needs and wants. ♥
Pearl Four
I’m a huge fan of sweet potatoes. I clean a medium-sized sweet potato, place it on a paper towel, pierce it with a fork several times, and nuke it the microwave for two minutes (maybe more) on each side. Yum.
I add olive oil and black pepper. Or a few baby marshmallows and a sprinkle of brown sugar. Yum again. ♥
Pearl Five
“Seeing Is believing, but, sometimes, the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.” — Conductor, The Polar Express ♥
Love to you and yours including, of course, the fur-darlings!
♥, Wendy
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