Why Is Life So Hard?

As a joke, my friends and I always ask the question, "Why is life so hard?" We're never referring to the real issues of life. We're not talking about the horrible state of healthcare, world hunger, wars, gangs, murderers, abuse, etc., We are referring to insignificant issues that would make our lives so much easier if they could be magically tweaked. Although at our inner core, we're grateful for what we have, the bottom line is, we want what we want when we want it. Therefore, why can't it all be as easy as that? Here are a few whys that may be on your list, please feel free to make your own list.

• Why can't we eat whatever we want and be slim?
• Why can't money grow on trees?
• Why are some people so beautiful?
• Why do I have to break out (at my age) all the time?
• Why do we still have periods long after childbearing is over with?
• Why are my feet so wide?
• Why do dust bunnies grow so large overnight?
• Why is fat so disgusting?
• Why does cellulite exist?
• Why can't I win the lottery?
• Why aren't my parents wealthy?
• Why must we work five days a week?
• Why can't we have 5 day weekends and work two days?
• Why do I have such bad hangnails?
• Why can't life be happy 24/7/365?
• Why are some people so cranky?
• Why can't we all be good at everything?
• Why do processed foods often taste yummy?
• Why can't we all have limo drivers?
• Why can't husbands be like the ones of Lifetime movies?
• Why can't every day be a Norman Rockwell picture?
• Why can't laundry fold and/or hang itself up?
• Why can't bathrooms be programmed to sanitize themselves?
• Why must there be illness at all? (Much too deep for this list)
• Why do fun days/trips/events always come to an end?

. . . and the beat goes on. Have a great day! Grow your own list!

FOOD LOGS ARE HUGE WAKE UP CALLS

Carolyn, my new trainer is making me keep track of my food intake and then SHOW HER my actual log. The thought of disappointing her is keeping me in check at the moment. Funny how I don't mind disappointing myself. (Must go sit on a couch and discuss that with some willing shrink out there . . . I digress).

Food logs are huge wake up calls. It's sort of an amazing tool in that when you are forced to show someone else your intake, you ponder what you will be eating before you actually indulge. Yes, I have a modicum of pride remaining. Truly, just a scant.

On Monday, I'll return for my second workout session with Carolyn at Future Physique in Westlake Village tomorrow morning. In between visits with Carolyn, I must complete 30 min. of treadmilling three days per week. She's granting me two days off per week which isn't too bad. I'm actually looking forward to my next session. That's CRAZY! Where's Janet and what have you done with her?

No More Weighting!

I decided to make good on my promise to address the weight issue. No more waiting! (Pretty punny, dontchyathink?) So, I got in touch with a private, less intimidating gym, one town over. (Sounds like I live in the wilderness where there's little water or life nearby). The truth is, I hate gyms, and hate all the cute little figures that bounce in and out of them, so I thought a small, unassuming workout space with a positive trainer might just give me the shot in the arm I need to get this heavy, gelatinous stuff melting off . . . once and for all! (Run-on sentences are my strong suit). Yesterday, I met her for the first time. Her name is Carolyn and she is wonderful. She's a positive, strong, and incredible athlete who knows how to push me. She had me doing things I hadn't done in about 100 years. I was definitely spent by the time I left her place, but the good news is, I'm actually looking forward to returning. Now that's progress! In between visits, she did manage to give me a few homework assignments: treadmilling and keeping a food log. The gig is up. I'll need to comply or answer to a much mightier person than myself!

I'm Back and Numbers are Fine!

Blood Glucose A.M. Number: 95

My morning number is now at 95. That's exciting. It's been a month and a half off all medications and all is well. I feel great. No complaints. I find that if I don't eat anything after 7:00, my numbers are pretty nice in the a.m. I was stuck on 112-117 for a long time, but now my a.m. number is 95. I'd like to scream that from the mountain top!

As you know, I'm not a raw foodist anymore. I'm just not cut out to be one. I admire those who are and hats off to you all. I do enjoy green drinks and often have a raw drink for breakfast. And salads are wonderful, but oh so much more satisfying with some cluck in them. Is it possible for someone be 2/3 vegetarian?

If you've ever seen the comedian Jim Gaffigan, one of his finer lines goes something like this: ". . . I'm not a strict vegetarian, I eat beef and pork, and chicken . . . but no fish, cause that's disgusting!" Then Jim talks about how vegetarians talk and how they brag about their status. The vegetarian says: " . . . I haven't eaten meat in five years . . ." Then Jim replies " . . . I haven't had a banana in a month (pause) and you don't see me bragging about it."

Weightier Issues: G-factor, adiposity, avoirdupois, gravity, gross, heft, ballast, burden, density, heftiness, load, mass, measurement, net, ponderosity, ponderousness, poundage, pressure, substance, tonnage, weight. There. I said it. Weight. It's a subject that quite literally makes me nuts. (It's difficult to kick those raw puns . . . sorry). I'm not good at losing weight, I didn't lose a lot of weight when I went raw for 30 days, and I'm wondering if I can ever lose it, but I know it can be done. However, it's time to move my extra tonnage to a better plateau, and respect myself a bit more by taking charge. At times I feel "it" has me over a barrel, but I'd like to have the last laugh. Without further ado, I shall make a contemplative effort, and begin by reporting in, discussing, and targeting my weight so I can take this heavy mess off my plate.

Until then, eat well to feel and live well!