I can't believe there are only 16 weeks left in 2015 or that I haven't posted a blog since last December! So much has changed in my life since then. Somedays I didn't know which way was up.
DECEMBER - FEBRUARY: I prepared to put our house on the market, which meant lots of painting and gardening, and zero me time.
MARCH: Once our house was on the market, I could never relax, cook, or workout, because it had to remain show ready, and I had to be prepared to leave on short notice. (Luckily the house sold in six days.)
APRIL: The buyers loan contingency was lifted, and we only had 10 days to pack up our 2600 (ish) sq. ft. house and all the stuff we had accumulated over the 16 years we lived in it. On the 27th, once the sale was final, we stuck everything we owned in storage, and headed to CA.
MAY - JUNE: We stayed with my sister, in what I lovingly refer to as her candy cane house, sugary treats everywhere, while we searched desperately for a new home we loved enough to buy and could afford to buy, without either of us being required to sell any of our organs, to pay for it. No luck, so to take the pressure off we decided to rent. That decision added a new critical search criteria, which added even more stress than the thought of selling a kidney. A rental home had to allow us to take our dog, which is a 115 pound Akita. Nearly every decent rental option had either a no pet policy, or weight and/or breed restrictions. And one last requirement for a rental, which also seemed nearly impossible, I couldn’t hate it.
JULY: Miraculously, we finally found an AMAZING rental home. that checked all the boxes, AND has a few bonus boxes that we never anticipated being able to check. It’s 5 blocks from the ocean, the neighbors are all incredible, and all of our favorite furniture looks even better in this rental house than it did in our old house. We LOVE it!
AUGUST: Finally finished unpacking!
The downside of the move back to CA. No escaping family drama, and no more living in the marshmallow world that my father had created for me. When we lived in Nevada, my brothers and sisters would call and tell me my father wasn’t doing well, I’d call my parents and my father would always tell me that he was absolutely fine. Since moving back to CA, my father has had some scary falls, and my mother has been hospitalized twice. Both my parents are 90. So, making sure my parents are well cared for, has required me to commit a significant amount of my time to preparing additional meals for them, and driving the minimum of one hour, without traffic, each way to help care for them. But I know that I’m very blessed to have this opportunity to be there when my parents and family needs my help.
Since moving back to CA, my husband and I have also been blessed with opportunities to make a positive difference in the lives of a few strangers. One example, I can share, is that one day while house hunting, we decided on a fluke to expand our search to the city of Irvine. It was further north than our ideal location, but the houses were a lot cheaper so we decided to drive up and check it out. After looking at a few disappointing places we had decided to head back to home-base and were heading out of town, when my husband turned the car around. He said he thought we should look at one last house before we left. While driving over to see that last house, I noticed a tiny little boy running down the road. Even though there were plenty of people on the road that looked as if they could have been his family, something didn’t seem right. By the time my husband was able to turn the car around to check the situation out, most of the other people on the street, had dissipated and it was clear that the little boy was alone AND he was only a few feet away from running out into the middle of a MAJOR intersection. I hopped out of our car, and scooped him up. As my husband called 911, I carried the boy back in the direction he had been running from when we first spotted him. I kept expecting someone to come running down the street looking for him. But that didn’t happen. I held that little boy, for nearly two hours, as the Irvine Police officers tried to use the extremely limited information the 3 year old child was able to provided to locate his parents. In the end, it was my husband, (who happens to be a retired Los Angeles Sheriff’s Deputy), that used his iPhone and Google to save the day and give the police officers a better lead. The officers didn't take the child from me, until the father arrived. It’s crazy to think how differently things might have turned out, for that family if we hadn’t decided to drive to Irvine that day. I'd like to think, he still would have made it home safely, but I can't be sure of that, since I saw how many people ignored him.
What was my point? Oops, I forgot…. Anyway….. A lot has changed since last December. I lost my focus, and the excuse I told myself -- that gave me permission to stop focusing on my health -- was that I was too busy. Deep down, I knew it was lie. I knew I could have made better choices. I just didn’t. The result. I gained back 20 pounds, and all my mobility and muscle pain issues returned with a vengeance. But I'm a firm believer in everything happening for a reason. By the time, I got tired of neglecting myself, I felt completely lost, and the thought of figuring it all out again was intimidating. I wanted to find my way back to the comfort zone of what had worked for me in the past, starting a new Whole30, followed by paleo/primal, and LOTS of exercise, But something fabulous happened instead
AUGUST: I finally listened to a podcast that my SparkFriend, HISLILBRAT, had shared with me way back in May. It’s Elizabeth Benton’s podcast, Primal Potential, the Anti-Diet Solution for Mastering Fat Loss. Since discovering Whole30 and the primal/paleo lifestyle, I’ve struggled with the transition from the temporariness of the Whole30 to living a Paleo/Primal 365, where healthy choices are my default setting, and less healthy indulgences are an anomaly. Listening to my first Primal Potential podcast, Hormones vs Calories, was like Elizabeth had slipped me the secret code that unlocked the last door to the weight loss fun house, that I’ve been trapped inside since turning 30. A calorie is not a calorie! Seems so logical now. I’ve been making progress. I’ve lost half the weight I gained back, and quite a few inches off my chest, waist, and hips.
SEPTEMBER: For the first time, in uh… EVER, I don’t have a big pretty sparkly new plan, with lots of promises to myself that Im determined to keep. I have one thing that I have to do to be successful each day. No carbs (sugars, breads, grains, fruit, or starchy veggies) until after 12:30 p.m.
I’m also now a reformed fitness addict. I now understand how the stress of those long sessions of intense cardio, were stressing my body and preventing it from burning fat. So, I’ve switched it up to long leisurely walks along the beach with my husband and my dog and few session of my favorite fitness, rebounding and the Tracy Anderson Method.
Oh and I’ve let go of my obsession with my scale and I’m reconnecting with my tape measurer again. I'm tracking my food again, but not calories. Just what and how much I eat and how I feel before and after. This is the information I need to help me tweak and continuously fine-tune my new journey to health and Fat loss — not weight loss, FAT loss. A pound is not a pound.
I’ve joined the Black Panthers BLC team for the Fit and Fabulous for Fall Challenge. l've never participated in a BLC before and I feel a little lost, but everyone I’ve “met” on the Panthers has been welcoming, I’m sure they’ll all help me figure it out.