Fed Up

Kimberley@Black Dog Runs Disney:

Reblogged with permission from Sarah! Take the time to read this interesting little ditty about how sugar affects our bodies. You just might be surprised!

Originally posted on Running On Healthy:

This past weekend I finally sat down and watched the documentary Fed Up.  I have been wanting to see this for awhile and have had so many friends comment about how great this movie is.  I have to tell you, this is on the of the best movies I have seen in awhile.  I also believe I might be a changed person.

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We are living in a society where obesity is now an epidemic.  More people are dying from overeating than from malnutrition.  However, in many ways we are living a malnourished diet and it comes down to one substance, sugar.  Sugar is literally killing us and we are being bamboozled by the food industry.

I recently read that years ago sugar was a very expensive commodity.  It was so pricey that only the rich had stores of sugar.  It was the wealthy who had cakes and desserts to present to their guests…

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Friday Funny

Even Santa suffers from periodic vehicular issues…..

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Enjoy the ride.

Have you completed your gift shopping or will you be cursing your way through the nearest mall this weekend?  Might I suggest a nice bottle of Cabernet prior to joining the bargain-bound masses?  You just may be surprised how much nicer your shopping experience can be!  Happy weekend everyone!

Christmaspalooza

And don’t forget!  Today’s the last day to get your entries in for the Black Dog Runs Disney Christmaspalooza contest!  Wonder Mutt is warming up her licker already!  Email your entry to b;lackdogrunsdisney@gmail.com today!

Progress. I Think.

Ten months in the gym and I haven’t smacked anyone yet.  Now that’s what I call progress!Gym Bitch

Okay well, there IS that.  But other than annoying non-weight rackers, the weird-distracting-arm-circles-while-on-the-bike-guy, stinky chic, and the insufferable WHY CAN’T YOU JUST WIPE OFF THE FREAKIN’ MACHINE WHEN YOU’RE DONE SWEATING ALL OVER KINGDOM COME people, my return to gymdom has actually been pretty enjoyable.  Now that’s not to say I haven’t had some downer moments, especially lately, but I’m doing my best to keep a good attitude.  After all, at least I still CAN work out.  Just like this guy.

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Yes, fuzzy butt. I do.

Ever notice how much time you spend bending your knees, especially when you can’t?  Per doctor’s orders, no bending the patellas more than 90 degrees, and especially, no more than 30 degrees when doing leg extensions.  Talk about actually having to pay attention to what you’re doing.  And if you know me at all, then you know my attention span doesn’t exactly fall in the spectacular department.  But as long as I can still work up a sweat and feel like I’m accomplishing SOMETHING, then I’m happy with that.  Accomplish that something without actually dropping a weight on an irritating, self-absorbed gym rat? Now that’s what I call a WIN.

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And really.  Who can be irritated when after more than FOUR YEARS, the hubby has been able to consistently run WITHOUT FOOT PAIN?  Yes, that’s right, NO FOOT PAIN.  Let me say it again in case you didn’t get it the first ten times – NO FOOT PAIN!  Seriously peoples, you have no idea how big a marvelous, stupendous, spectacular deal that is.  Even the achy legs he has after running outside yesterday is worth every bit of lactic acid buildup.  (Between you and me, I think it may have had something to do with the fancy new shoes he got on sale at Shoebuy for $75.)

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Ooooooooh, pretty.

Did I mention I spent half an hour on the phone the other day with The Man’s nurse?  Let me tell ya, that woman is a plethora of all things knee knowledge.  She spent all that time explaining to me why we’re traversing the road of conservatism with my knees.  In a nutshell, I need to alleviate the inflammation.  Then – and stick with me here a minute – I need to actually INFLAME them all over again, but at a more “manageable” level.  Remember I told you the back of my patellas were all chewed up and ripping up the cartilage behind them?  Well, I actually need to let them do that.  Why in the name of all that is ibuprofen, do you need to DO that Black Dog, you may ask?  Because.  If I let my body “plane out” the cartilage/patella naturally – instead of surgically – then it will do that to the specific angles that it needs, whereas a surgeon might not be able to do so.  Basically, surgery would be a best guess scenario versus Mother Nature knows what she’s doing kind of deal.

Yeah I got this.  And this lynx too.

Yeah I got this. And this lynx too.

Patience is called for in this scenario.  E-GADS.  I’m more of an immediate gratification kind of gal.  (That’s why I can almost get on board with Amazon Prime’s two-day shipping.  Almost.)  I need these knees to be fixed YESTERDAY.  Hear that, Mama of All Things Wise and Furry?  YES-TER-DAY.  I promise not to over-water the plants, under-water the flowers, or stomp out any bugs.  Except the roaches.  All bets are off with those nasty, nuclear-holocaust-surviving-creepers-of-ick.  Just get these suckers better.  Fast.  And feel free to take out a few of these ick monsters along the way.

Not a chance scumhead.

Not a chance scumhead.

So if patience is what I need to have, then patient I will be.  I almost sound like I mean that, don’t I?  In the meantime, please feel free to keep me distracted/entertained/pinned down and beaten until the parts have decided to forgive me for years of punishment.  After all, what does one do once one has healed but start the beat-down all over again?  Hmmm, sounds curiously like the definition of runner…

 

Enjoy the ride.

Ever find being patient more difficult than long runs or speed work?  Are you a killer of all things green?  When is the last time you felt the urge to throw a dumb bell at someone?

Getting My Zen On

I’m embarrassed to admit I have NO idea the last time I paid a visit to my little friend.

Hello my friend.

Hello little friend.

Carving out the time to – dare I say it? – actively RELAX – just wasn’t on my calendar.  However, now that I have all this free time on my legs, with constant urging from Sandee The World’s Greatest Yoga Instructor

The not so furry one.

The not so furry one.  No, the other one.

…and the fact that the hubby was kind of enough to offer to pay for my classes, I suddenly found myself walking back into my long lost place of all things zenlike.  It was like coming home again.  Except with a ceramic elephant.  And shoes all over the place.  And bare feet everywhere.  Gross.

Having not participated in what the hubs likes to call bendy-bend, I had no idea how absolutely comedic this was going to turn out.  Comedic simply because I have an issue with gravity.  Or maybe better put, it has an issue with me.  Actually, I think it loves me.  A LOT.  Too much methinks.

Yup.  That's me.

Yup. That’s me.

Gravitational issues aside, I rolled out my mat, grabbed a cushion for my busted up knees, and hoped for the best.  Sandee thankfully took into account said busted patellas, and kept the class as knee-friendly as possible.  After the first few minutes of ujjayi breathing, cat/cows, forward bends, and chattyRhonda thingies (NOT how that’s spelled), it all started to come back to me.  I could literally feel my blood pressure dropping and the stress melting out of my overloaded amygdala.  (Not really but it sounded pretty cool, didn’t it?)

amygdalaAfter completely losing track of time – which I think is what’s SUPPOSED to happen in yoga class, isn’t it?- it was time for good ol’ savasana.  Ohhhhh savasana, how do I love thee?  Let me count the zzz’s.

Zzzzz, zzzzz,zzzzz

Zzzzz, zzzzz,zzzzz

You really do appreciate how much you miss doing something when you’ve been away from it, and this was no different.  I may be out of the running game for a while, but with a little bit of patience, a LOT of balance practice, and Sandee putting up with me making up some pretty funny poses of my own, I think my time spent on the mat will be well worth it.  Who knows?  Maybe all this warm and fuzzy zen-ness will even turn me into a more patient patient.  Doubt it.  But you never know.  Namaste.

Patience

 

 

Enjoy the ride.

Do you find yoga makes you feel better about yourself?  Has it improved your running?  Have you ever fallen asleep in yoga class?  And started to snore?

What Are You Thankful For?

Ever gather the family together around the table on Thanksgiving, and one by one, say what you were thankful for?  Yeah, me neither.  I think.  I don’t actually remember.  However, I DO remember our meals looking quite similar to this…

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Okay, maybe not QUITE that messy, but you get the general idea.  A houseful of extended family always led to arguments about politics, interrogations of new love interests, and whether or not the Red Sox would go all the way next season.  It was loud, crazy, dysfunctional, and I loved every minute of it.  Except when I got stuck on dish duty.  And I ALWAYS got stuck on dish duty.

These days it’s about spending the day with our besties, watching football, and taking bets on whose mutt is going to win the latest episode of Puppy Smackdown.  It’s quiet, mostly calm, relaxing, and I love every minute of it.  But every so often, I think back to those Thanksgiving Days of noise and chaos, and my heart aches just a little bit.  It’s okay to feel a little nostalgic for the past every so often isn’t it?

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This time of year is always tough for me.  I never feel the loss of my dad more strongly than between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  And my poor hubby makes himself crazy trying to keep me from feeling too sad.  It’s gotten better over the years, and I know my Pops would be seriously pissed if he knew I was wasting time getting all weepy-faced.  So I wallow in self-pity for a minute and a half, and succumb to the bizarre, freakish, disjointed movements that the hubby considers his best dance moves, all in an effort to cheer me up.  Relax baby, works every time.

You rock baby!

Rock those moves baby!

So along with being blessed with amazing friends (you know who you are ladies and gentlemen), an even more amazing husband, a caring yoga instructor, the ability to move and bend and breathe, a job that pays for me to travel the world or just a few hours away to Disney, the ability to run – at least again some day soon – and the world’s greatest Wonder Mutt, I have plenty to be thankful for.  And I try to remember that every time I get annoyed with the stinky lady at the gym, aggravated at the amazing selfishness of some of the people I work with, or the fact that my Giants keep stinkin’ up the joint.

Bad. Ass.

Can we PLEASE get our act together guys???

Now I’m going to throw this challenge out into the Bloggerverse – I challenge you to think of three things you are most thankful for.  Keep them close in mind.  And the next time you end up next to the stinky person at the gym, recite them to yourself.  At least until said stinkybutt moves away from you.  Then you can add that to your list of things to be grateful for as well.

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Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone!

 

Enjoy the ride.

Let’s get this party started!  Let’s hear what you’re most thankful for.  Ready?  Tag, you’re it!!