It’s Friday! Let’s talk pearls. 🙂
Pearl # 1
Your Three-Day Weekend Survival Kit
If three-day weekends end up being “must consume mass quantities” (SNL, Coneheads), you’re not alone.
Long weekends trip many of us up. The lengthy days take on a vacation-vibe and feel unstructured. And it’s that unstructured feeling that always pulled the rug out from under me until I committed to putting a plan into place.
If – like me — you overeat because of a lack of structure here’s how to take charge of the situation:
- I start with my journal. I plan how each day of the weekend will progress and write in granular detail. I’ll ask myself: which parts of Friday night will be challenging? How will Saturday be tough? What about Sunday and Monday? I includ how I’ll repair each difficult moment (eating out? I’ll pull up the menu online and plan which plate to order). Most importantly I engage with my plan throughout the weekend. (I never just write and forgot it.)
- Before the weekend starts in earnest, I buy my favorite smart foods. I indulge in special, healthy foods I’d normally consider “too expensive” so I won’t feel deprived.
- I create micro-goals. For this weekend mine are: ride my indoor bike for thirty along with my floor workout, and walk River each day. I’m also planning unsalted mixed nuts for breakfast, a large salad for lunch, small snacks and a tiny dinner at 6:00 p.m. Then I’m done for the day.
- I also create micro-rewards. Micro-rewards are a big deal when you’re losing after 50 – I don’t neglect this important step. For me, a micro-reward might be a new fern for the deck. For someone else it might be a pedi or an hour alone to read.
Happy three-day!! And if there’s something I should have included here but didn’t, please comment below or write to me: Wendy@TheInspiredEater.com (I LOVE mail!!). ♥
Pearl # 2
At age 55 I was in my first car accident. (Someone tapped my bumper decades ago, but too tiny to count.)
However, the accident at 55 counted. An 88-year-old woman drove into a brand new car which rammed into my old mom-van. It was 9:15 in the morning. I was fine, but the van was totaled.
Actually, I wasn’t totally fine. The airbag deployed and broke my arm. A doctor later told me to get a bone density test. Turns out, airbags aren’t supposed to break arms.
Since the test wasn’t glowing I started calcium supplements. This pearl is just a nudge to those of us past-meno: we need to take in 1200 milligrams of calcium a day. I get calcium with OJ in the morning and yogurt in the afternoon, but I definitely don’t get enough calcium. So I upped my intake with a supplement. ♥
Pearl # 3
Secret sauce alert: I reduced my chances of goofing (once called “cheating”) by telling everyone in my immediate circle not to give me food products as gifts.
Don’t be embarrassed. Make it clear to everyone in your orbit that you’re not going through a phase or a midlife crisis or whatever. Tell them: flowers, a seed packet, a back-rub all have zero calories and that’s what you’d love to receive. Not donuts, cake, or ice cream.
Prepare yourself. Your family will test you. Life will test you. Even your own brain will test you.
Over and over again, say to them all, “I don’t roll like that anymore. Those days are over and gone. Cr@p-food is not a gift.”
You’ll pass with flying colors. ♥
Pearl # 4
I mentioned in a former post that I love noticing self-sabotaging thoughts, and then doing the opposite of whatever they tell me. I’d like to make this a regular “pearl” each week. I’ll make note of the self-sabotaging thoughts I have and share them with you.
I hope you’ll root out your self-sabotaging thoughts too. Cutting these incredibly unhelpful, no good, really terrible thoughts off at the pass is the whole idea.
The more we can laugh at these nonsense thoughts, the stronger we become.
This is what I heard in the last two days.
Self-sabotaging thought: I have a health issue, nobody would blame me if I stopped working, and read and watched Netflix all day.
I responded: Is that the best you can do? LOL!!
Self-sabotaging thought: A blog about weight loss? Seriously? Have you seen your stomach lately?! (I hear this gem daily.)
I responded: I carried twins. To have a flat tum I’d have to go back in time and not have kids or get a surgical “mommy-tuck.” Both highly unlikely.
Because these non-supportive thoughts are at their worst in the evenings, I’m now on the lookout after dinner. I hear them, laugh and then ignore them completely. Please join me in ignoring your self-sabotaging thoughts. ♥
Pearl # 5
Have a wonderful three-day weekend! As I mentioned, I love comments and mail! Wendy@TheInspiredEater.com. Also I’m getting my Instagram-chops. I’d love a follow: @TheInspiredEater.
And, trust me, it’s not your imagination. Health is hard!
♥, Wendy
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