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Plains & Pastures Bike Tour (2013)

I'm so proud to live here! Fredericton folks are just AMAZING!!!  Thank you one and all!!  My team raised over $2000.  The support was humbling.  What a great place to be!!!

Mind you, the journey isn't about me - it's about people who fight this horrible disease on a daily basis.  If you're reading this now, I hope you'll come back and sponsor me in the ride next time. 


Bike for Breath

Many thanks to everyone and their generosity.  The amazing people in my life supported me to the tune of $377.  Some days it is just great to be here!   (Fall 2012)


Entries in Motivation (11)


Owning It

Man.  Honesty just sucks.  It's much, much easier to blame someone or make excuses.  So ... I fell off the wagon, lost the trail, lost the map, etc.  I think you get the picture.  Getting back on track is just as hard as I thought.  After all these years I'm beginning to know me.  If I let myself slide on one thing, I'll slide on a dozen.  And I did.

So... status check: I have NOT dropped swimming.  That's still a minimum of 1 km in the pool every workday lunchtime. I have been biking to work sporadically in good weather, now that the weather is better I've been much more regular at it.  The river is beautiful this time of year and the Osprey are back in the nest.

Food diary: that starts back again today.  Own what you put in your mouth.  Don't kid yourself.  Log it! 

Resistance training is next on the list.

Food choices: RE-eliminating ALL sugars and most starches.  That took a year before .... let's think about a couple weeks for that change back to healthy eating.

Sleep improvement -- that will happen with less tv and earlier nights.  Exercize also helps.

Stress management.  With several financial worries now under control this one is getting better day by day.  Time to put that course on mindfulness to work.  That's what got me through last spring but I let it slide when things starting coming around -- it's time to revisit those techniques.

Day by day.  My wonderful supportive cousin L told me that she had every confidence I'd turn myself around.  "You've come too far not to".  She's right.  Thanks L!



Motivation is a funny thing.  Ha Ha.  Not so funny at all.  Particularly when you discover that yours has disappeared.

There’s a lovely young man at the Y lately.  He’s been motivating me with his personal stories and factors in his success losing nearly one hundred pounds so far.  WAY TO GO!  Conversations happen in 2 minute sound bites as I rush back to work.  But in those two minutes he manages to convey spark & enthusiasm.  He’s rediscovering the joy of movement again.  That’s fun.   I remember that heady bit of triumph as you manage to turn the tide.  It’s totally fun.

Sometimes that’s all it takes.  Fun is infectious.  Makes me want to get back to it.  

Fall has arrived here.  That can only mean one thing.  Dog training classes are starting up again.  That’s fun!

The leaves are turning & the bugs are gone for the season.  Walks are wonderful in the fall.  Crank up the tunes and head out in the crisp clean air.  That’s fun.

It’s like somebody lit some dynamite under the log jam.  Don’t look a gift horse in the teeth.  Just go have fun.  

Here’s a photo taken in 2010.  It’s from a mountain pass called the Malahat back home in BC.  I’m thinking I’m almost ready to take on some hikes in those mountains now.  Next trip!  And that will be fun......   


Another not-small victory

There are no small victories in this battle of the bulge.  You take every piece of good news you can get.  Today was one of those days.

Data geek that I am, I keep a log of pretty much every bit of exercize I do.  It's motivating to scroll back a couple years and realize just how far I've come.  I do this quite often on days when some super-jock or jockette smokes me at something.  It helps me feel better. 

Today was one of those days.  I got smoked but good in the pool.  She was nice and everything, but she was zipping fast when I got there, and 45 minutes later when I crawled out she was still smoking me.

So when it came time to ride home, I was miffed and pushed it a little.  I have one leg stronger than the other so I made sure I was pushing extra hard with that weaker leg.  Well worth it.  When I turned off the timer I couldn't believe my eyes.  A personal best!!! 

None too shabby for a 20 yr. old mountain bike!  That scale hasn't been cooperating lately but I'll take this instead.  This feels GOOD!  Real bike people would sneer at the thought.  Let them.  Two years ago I needed a cane to hobble from my desk to the printer.  THIS feels GOOD!


Getting back on the horse....

I grew up on a farm, and luckily for me, horses were part of that picture.  ((I say lucky because my father always called them "hay-burners".  They made zero contribution to farm income.))  But I digress.....  there's an old saying about getting right back up on the horse when you fall off.  If you postpone it, often as not you won't ever do it later. 

So, I need to get back on my fat melt horse.  Enough of this lollygagging and feeling sorry for myself.  S*** happens.  Get over it.

Last summer I entered myself in the wellness participation challenge at work.  It's started up again so I joined.

After two days of data entry I'm in second place.  Bummer.  Last year I was in first place for about a week!!  Better get busier!!!!

The other change I made was to my avatar (my symbol on the map).  Last year I chose a happy-dorky smiling turkey.  (I thought he was cute!) 

This year, given the whole low-carb revolution we've been through, I chose a slice of bread.  LOL.

Here goes!



The General says THANK YOU

Humility is not thinking less of yourself, but thinking of yourself less.
C.S. Lewis

I love that quote.  In my mind it’s a proverb that I modify to suit my own purposes.  It never holds the same poetic rhyme but it’s meaningful to me.  Substitute the word “think” in that quote with “talk” and you get a window into my head.  It’s not that I don’t have things to talk about, it’s just that talking about myself is not a big one.

I am an introvert.  It has taken a long time to be able to fool a lot of people, but the truth is I am still a flaming introvert.  For the longest time I just avoided talkative people.  They sucked all the energy out of me.  Work gets tricky because you can’t avoid them, and you’re often stuck in meetings or even worse, on committees with them.  

Then I happened to take a course that required a Myers-Briggs assessment.  What a relief!!!!  I don’t particularly care that the purists are dissing the whole tool right now.  It showed me in a systematic way how different people relate to the world around them.  And I learned that the extroverts weren’t just walking jawbones without brains, talking was part of their thinking process.  This explained why yappy people often sit through meetings and appear to change their mind at least 5 times.  In truth, they were just testing things out loud.  Me on the other hand, I would seriously prefer that people would keep their trap SHUT and stop wasting my brain time until they have thought something through.  I even wondered if perhaps I was “slow” or something because lots of other people seem to leap to conclusions so much faster.  What I learned was that a) those folks haven’t reached anything yet, and b) if there is a window of quiet I can usually come to a conclusion in much less time and a lot less fussle.  I don’t tend to say anything until I’ve got something to say.  

The MB instructor used a metaphor that fits nicely.  She said that meeting people was like riding into an army camp as a visitor.  If you were dealing with an extrovert, then you were met by big cheeze General, who will immediately set to fussing personally over your cup of tea.  If you are dealing with an introvert, you will get the Aide de Camp who will politely look after you without all the fuss.  You won’t actually get to the introvert General until you show that your business requires their attention. EXACTLY!!!  I don’t know how many times in my life someone has said “I didn’t know you “ _____”!!  Here you can  insert “cared” or “had been there” or “played piano” or “spoke french” or whatever.  In a world that is seriously dominated by extroverts, I am learning to speak up.

I had another wakeup call in the changeroom the other day.  A lovely person, younger than I am, is using the therapy pool.  I’ve seen her on several occasions but we hadn’t talked before.  Mind you she’d clearly been talking about me with somebody chatty.  She asked when I was going to give “the talk” about my progress.  (The short answer is “after curling season”.)  But she goes on to give me some details about her health, and how she wants to improve enough to get in the pool swimming laps too.  Then she repeats herself about the need for me to give that talk.  Not only does she use the scary word (“inspiration”), but she does it with a catch in her voice and goes on to say that she doesn’t know a lot of people who have managed to do what I’ve done.  And then she says I “should” give that talk (a 3rd time).

At this point I’m thanking my lucky stars I’m an introvert and have years of experience not showing what I’m thinking.  Actually I wasn’t thinking.  I was just panicking.  On the outside my lips were flapping thank you, and some explanation of my time commitments at the moment.  On the inside I was just freaking.  Here is a stranger, who is emotionally moved by this example I’m setting.

When did this become bigger than me?  When did this cease to be about the size of my arse?  Where did all this responsibility come from?   Ghandi on a hunger strike was an inspiration.  I’m just losing weight.  I’ll borrow from J.K. Rowling “I’m just Meghann”.  That’s not working so well.  I’m surrounded by a lot of Hagrids it seems, and I’m going to have to learn to speak faster!

What started this scary little trip?  I looked at my twitter account today, thinking that I’m spending a lot of time reading it so perhaps I should whittle down the number of people that I follow.  That’s when I discovered that there’s 47 people who’ve taken the time to follow me on twitter.  ME.  Holy cow.  That’s scary.  I mean, THANK YOU.  I’ve been using the blog as a means to force some organization into my thoughts.  It's a way to draw conclusions in the chaos that is change, it was for me ........ Suck it up Meghann.  Just say THANK YOU.

Happy Easter.
from the General.