Some Days Should Never End

Last weekend we spent a day in the country for the annual picnic with family and friends. The hosts have a home that can only be described as a child’s paradise: lots and lots of toys, a giant play castle, an enormous back yard full of grass so soft you can walk barefoot, and a fire pit with lots of seating to enjoy the warmth of the fire in the evening. OK, so it’s an adult’s paradise, too.

Cordy and Mira expelled a week’s worth of energy in one day as they roamed the grounds and lived life to it’s child-hedonist fullest. What did they do, you ask?

Eating. Lots and lots and lots of eating:

Mira ate her weight in Doritos, a normally forbidden snack at home.

Bouncing on balls…

…and falling off:

Playing with the kids of friends, while I admired and wished for just a moment that my daughters were that little again:

This little girl? She’s so cute I want to gobble her up.

Playing Queen of the Castle with a real (plastic) castle:

I have few photos of Cordy because she spent most of her day in that castle with the pirate’s treasure chest full of toy loot.

Gathering around the fire in the evening with friends and warm blankets for music and s’mores.

These are days that I never want to end. Days when I don’t have to work, when we’re surrounded by people we care about, when we can talk all day into the night about anything we want, and when the kids can run and play with each other without us needing to be right next to them. These are the few precious days we get in a large number of unimpressive so-so days. I hold the memory of these days as close to my heart as I can.

Also? In reviewing my photos, I quickly realized this child is determined to rule the world.

Look out everyone, she has the power to use those big eyes and that pouty bottom lip to get anything she wants.


Adding a Little Stretch To My Routine

My back is slowly getting better. Not great, but better. I still need to visit a chiropractor to determine where exactly the problem is and how to fix it, but for now the pain has resolved to a low-grade ache and I do my best to not aggravate it in any way.

I did a lot of thinking while I was hurting, and I realized how little time I put into stretching. I know stretching is important and can help reduce injuries, but after a run I only want to put the bare minimum effort into stretching because I’m so worn out already. I quickly realized that I needed to incorporate stretching into my days off, and the best way to do that, while also working on strength and mind-body relaxation, was through yoga.

Yoga is something I’ve tried a couple of times in the past. At the encouragement of friends, Aaron and I joined a small group of friends for a yoga class at the university when we were students. It lasted six weeks, and I kinda enjoyed it, although if I remember correctly, Aaron declared it to be boring and not for him. We never signed up for any further classes.

I then used a workout video in my mid-20’s that was a combination of yoga and pilates. I liked it, although I never felt very relaxed or lean at the end of the video.

This time, I’m determined to start slow with easy yoga and then progress into moves that provide greater strength training at a gradual pace. For the moment, relaxation and stretching are my only goals.

Not knowing where to start, I fired up Netflix and searched for yoga, looking for anything available as streaming content. I read a few reviews and finally settled on Crunch: Candlelight Yoga. It even sounds soothing with “candlelight” in the name. I admit, I’ve seen other Crunch videos before, and I was a little nervous that they wouldn’t somehow find a way to make every muscle in my body hurt the next day, but it promised to be a gentle workout.

The result? I think I could get into yoga. It was very relaxing, with easy moves that gave you the option to only move as far as is comfortable without reaching into painful stretches. For those who are less flexible (I’m somewhere in the middle myself), the instructor provided information on ways to modify each move to make it even easier. Thankfully, I only had to use the modification once.

When the instructor told me it’s OK to close my eyes through most of the video, I thought she was crazy. How can I know what to do if my eyes are closed? But most of the time she gave very clear direction when and how to move, requiring little time looking at the screen. That still didn’t stop me from occasionally craning my neck to make sure I was in the same general pretzel shape that the fitness models on the screen were effortlessly putting themselves into.

Honestly, the hardest part was the breathing. OMG, I’ve never worried so much about breathing! The video started with an instruction on the “proper” way to breathe, which is nothing like how I normally breathe. I practiced it with them, and even during the practice I found myself slipping. It’s only breathing – how hard can it be?

So the full 40 minutes went something like this for me: relax, stretch, breathe, change positions, HEY, BREATHE RIGHT! YOU’RE NOT BREATHING RIGHT!, OH, WAIT, RELAX…right, relax, stretch, hold, breathe…DAMMIT BREATHE THE RIGHT WAY!, HOW CAN YOU FAIL AT BREATHING?…stretch, hold, relax, change positions, breathe…WOULD YOU STOP HOLDING YOUR BREATH! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO RELAX WHEN YOU WON’T BREATHE PROPERLY!…wait…stretch, relax…

Breathing. It’s not as easy as you might think.

At the end of the workout, I felt strangely good. Laying on the floor for the last part of it, I felt like I could just melt into the floor and sink all the way to the core of the earth. OK, that probably wouldn’t feel so good, but you get the point – I was a well-stretched puddle of goo, relaxed and calm.

I realized at that point I was breathing properly, too. Figures.

I’m going to work yoga into my routine at least twice a week for now, possibly more if I can find time. Once I get bored with this workout (or if Netflix takes it off of streaming downloads), I may try moving up to something slightly more challenging. Recommendations, anyone?

Full disclosure: Crunch: Candlelight Yoga was something I found through pure luck of Netflix streaming availability, and they likely don’t even know I exist. (And yes, I pay for my own Netflix subscription.) The link to the DVD above is an affiliate link through Amazon, meaning if you click through and purchase the DVD, I get a few cents in return to then experiment with other DVDs in the future.



No Pain, No Gain

I grew up always hearing the phrase, “No pain, no gain!” It was often repeated by my various burly gym teachers, and we were taught to believe that when it came to physical fitness, a little pain was to be expected.

And then as I reached adulthood, that saying was declared a myth by many experts. Oh, fitness shouldn’t be difficult, they said in soothing voices, fitness can be achieved with minimal effort! They offered lists of tips for easy weight loss that were promoted in every women’s magazine – actions that would supposedly add up fast without even noticing. Take the stairs instead of the elevator! Park further back in the parking lot! Walk a little more! It sounded too good to be true.

It is too good to be true.

“No pain, no gain” is not a myth, and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

I’m going to be totally honest with you, and this is coming from someone who has gained and lost A LOT of weight over the years. Getting in shape, and remaining fit, takes a lot of effort, a lot of sweat, and probably a decent amount of minor pain, too.

Note: I’m not talking about being “skinny” here. Some people are born with amazingly fast metabolisms and it really is no effort for them to remain thin. Yes, I’m jealous. But it’s very possible to be thin and unfit. Heart disease, malnutrition, poor bone density and low muscle tone are not limited to the overweight or elderly.

Our bodies are brilliantly designed to be fat. Thousands of years of evolution have created a body that works very hard to be efficient with every calorie. Modern society may have created the deep-fried Twinkie, supermarkets with abundant calorie-laden foods and drive-thrus on every other corner, but our bodies are still convinced that our food supply might run out at any minute.

It’s why our bodies store fat instead of using only what is needed and getting rid of the remainder in the toilet. Our bodies are preparing for a famine, and would really prefer if we didn’t have to move around so much to make it easier to store up energy for when we’re out of food. Or when we need the energy to run for our lives from something trying to eat us.

Modern society has also proven Newton’s First Law that a body at rest tends to remain at rest. Inertia is a bitch. Recliners, cushy sofas, TV, video games – they all contribute to keeping us at rest. I love my technology as much as the next geek, but just like our food supply, technology has advanced faster than evolution so that the bulk of our work doesn’t require physical labor.

Washing machines and dryers take care of our clothing for us, cars take us between locations, and a large number of workers push a computer mouse instead of a plow or heavy machinery. The day they invent the self-propelled grocery cart is the day my ass gains another inch. (Oh, but wait! I can order my groceries online and have them delivered to my door now!)

BUT! – and here’s the good news you won’t find in a “Lose Weight While You Sleep!” article in some trash magazine – our bodies are also brilliantly designed to adapt to physical stress. We all have amazing athletes hiding inside of us. The human body will re-form itself to meet the challenges around it. Even late in life, the body can still build muscle. The heart can fine-tune its performance to work better. The lungs can be taught to more effectively handle the oxygen exchange. And our brains can learn new patterns of behavior.

OK, now for the bad news: in order to become fit, we have to fight on two fronts. First, we have to fight against the body’s desire to remain at rest. And second, we have to fight the society we have built that encourages us to stay inactive.

The worse news: there will be pain.

It’s impossible to tell someone that they can improve their health and get fit with no pain. I’ve tried practically every “easy” way to lose weight and shape up, and I can tell you they don’t work. Sure, there are pills to lower your cholesterol, lower your blood pressure, make you lose weight, and even help men get an erection. But those pills can’t do all the work for you.

If you want to improve your cardiovascular health, you have to exercise, and it has to be enough to put stress on your system. Stressing your system is not comfortable: your heart pounds, your lungs ache from needing more oxygen to meet the increased demand, your muscles feel weak, you may even feel lightheaded. BUT THAT’S HOW YOUR BODY CHANGES.

If it were easy, your body wouldn’t need to adapt, because it can handle what you’re throwing at it just fine, thank you.

It’s when you’re suddenly running down the street – when you’ve only ever walked before now – that your body is all WTF? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HEY, STOP THAT, I CAN’T KEEP UP! Whether it’s a little bit of stress or a lot, the body is still injured. Lactic acid builds up in your body from this new exercise, small tears are created in your muscles from working them harder than normal, and your brain then has to figure out what the hell just happened and how to keep it from happening again.

This often hurts, at least a little. The amount of microdamage you do to your body will determine how much it hurts, but you will likely ache. (Note: sharp or severe pain is NOT a good pain – don’t aim for that!) A good ache, though, tells you that you pushed your body outside of its comfort zone, and now it is forced to react.

So your body works to clear the lactic acid out of your system. Nutrients in your food are converted and put to work mending the torn muscle fibers and refilling glycogen stores. But your body is smart – if your exercise caused this damage, then by god it’s going to build a better muscle to prevent this from happening again should you need to run down the street sometime soon. So it repairs the damage and adds an extra layer of amino acid mortar and muscle fiber, just to be safe.

You blow down the straw house, the body builds one of sticks. You knock down the stick house, it goes to bricks. You tear through the bricks, it builds a double wall of bricks with a steel door and a guard dog with an attitude waiting inside. (Wait, I just lost my Three Little Pigs analogy. Well, you get the idea.)

And that’s how it works. You continue gradually pushing your body outside of its comfort zone, and it changes and adapts, hoping you’ll cut it out and stop making it work so damn hard. Eventually you reach your ideal level of fitness, and you need only maintain at that point. But remember that given the choice, your body would love to snack on those deep fried Twinkies and watch TV in the recliner all day. If it thinks it no longer needs that extra muscle, it’ll get rid of it, since muscle requires a lot of energy to maintain.

Your work is not over. There’s one more type of pain you have to endure: mental pain. It’s hard to force yourself to change your habits when the way you’ve done things before is so much easier and more pleasant. I’m still fighting it on a daily basis. I feel that twinge of sadness as I eat my broccoli, knowing a pint of ice cream would taste even better. Convincing myself to go for a run – which will make me sweat and ache – takes a lot of mental effort when my couch is so damn comfy.

But like physical activity, the more effort you put into forcing your brain to see things differently, the more it adapts and adjusts as well. There can be a new normal, and you can even be happy with that new normal. And once again the brain is smart – when you exercise hard and create that microdamage to your system, your body immediately releases endorphins to help you forget the ache, making you feel good.

It’s why exercise is now being prescribed to fight depression. You exercise, and then your body produces natural antidepressants/painkillers as a reward to distract you while it repairs the damage.

So I hate to shatter the myth created by the fitness industry that getting fit can be effortless, but the truth is: no pain, no gain. Sure, that slogan won’t sell DVDs or workout gear to people who are thinking about starting a fitness program, and I understand that. But I’m not selling anything, and feel like it’s time to be honest with people. It’s one reason I love shows like The Biggest Loser – the contestants lose a lot of weight, but they also don’t pretend that it’s ever easy.

I’ve weighed 250 lbs at my highest weight. I currently weigh 181 lbs. I work full time, parent two young children, and have a thousand other responsibilities. But I carve 35 minutes into my schedule to work out. Until this year, I never could have run the length of a city block without being winded. I’m now running for 25 minutes straight. I used to polish off a large Big Mac value meal and still have room for dessert. I now eat half of a Chipotle burrito bowl for dinner – loaded with lots of lean protein and veggies – and save the other half for another meal.

I have endured a lot of pain getting to where I am now, and I know there is more to come. It’s still a struggle to convince myself to exercise and eat right. But I also love how great I feel after a run, I love that I can play with my kids without being winded, and I’m thrilled at the changes I see when I look in the mirror.

It’s not all pain and sacrifice – I still eat comfort foods (just not every meal), and I still have days where I enjoy lounging on the couch. It’s all in moderation now, both the indulgence and the sacrifice, and I find that some sacrifices actually become indulgences as my way of thinking changes. I know the little bit of discomfort I’m going through now will help me avoid a lot more pain down the road, and hopefully will add years to my life.

I’m the average overweight American, and I’ve failed at all of the “easy” ways. But the hard way is working, and if it works for me, it can work for you, too. Surround yourself with supporters who know this will be difficult, who won’t try to tempt you with suggestions of an easier way. And get ready to face your greatest obstacle blocking your success: yourself.

I know my opinion is unpopular, and I guess that’s why I’m stating it here instead of trying to sell it. But join me in accepting “no pain, no gain” and I know you’ll improve your health and fitness.

Don’t fall for the hype. There is no easy way. You have to work hard to make your body work for you.

Full disclosure: Results ARE typical when you follow a plan of regular, moderately strenuous exercise and healthy eating.

However, just because I’m a nurse, don’t consider the above to be medical advice. Always check with your doctor when beginning any fitness program.



Don’t Mess With My Money

I’m generally an easy-going person. It takes a lot to make me really angry, and there are generally few topics that can make me go totally unhinged. Messing with my kids tops the list, of course, but other notable triggers include social injustice, intentionally rude people, and cheating me in some way.

I’m also very protective of our money. Not that we have a lot at the moment, with Aaron unemployed and all, but what we do have I guard over like it’s the lost treasure of Atlantis. Every penny is accounted for.

Which means you can imagine how I flipped when I recently discovered someone was writing forged checks from our checking account. They had somehow stolen our bank account number and printed up new checks with a different name, address and phone number.

At first, I tried to give them then benefit of the doubt. Oh, maybe this guy got new checks and accidentally wrote down the wrong account number, I thought. This will be an easy fix by the bank, we’ll get our money back, and I won’t need to turn into the Incredible Hulk.

But then my theory fell apart. The address and phone number on the check was for a business in Indiana. The name on the check was not associated with the business. And the bank listed on the check was also not the same bank as ours, despite having the same routing number. It was definitely a forgery.

The bank has been very kind in helping us through this, especially considering I must have looked like a crazed woman as I fumed at being told I’d have to shut down my checking account and get a new one. I’ve had that account for over 15 years. The account number was never listed anywhere because I had it memorized – and now I have to learn a new number, as well as change all of my direct deposit and debit information for the bazillion utility bills and loans attached to the account.

I feel completely violated that my checking account number was somehow found and used to steal money from our account. Not as violated as I felt when our house was broken into and robbed, but enough to wish a lot of karmic harm to that individual. It’s a struggle to earn what money we have, and it pisses me off that someone thinks they can earn their living by stealing accounts and using the money from other people.

The stolen money has been given back to us by the bank, thank goodness. But I’m still angry about the incident. When we filed the police report, the office gave us our report number and basically told us no one would be looking into it. I appreciate the honesty, but it frustrates me even more that this guy (or woman – the check was written to a plus-size women’s clothing store) got away with it because it isn’t enough money for them to bother investigating it further.

We have a new checking account now, and once we pick up our new checks and check cards we’ll even have access to it. (Seriously, waiting a week for my check card is like making me live a week without any money at all – who has time to physically go to the bank for cash?)

I know we’re lucky to have caught it right at the first fake check. The check number wasn’t even that far off from our current sequence, so it could have easily slipped past if I wasn’t (obsessively) examining the account daily and looking at every check image that shows up in our account.

The funny part? When I told my mom our account had been compromised, she immediately launched into a lecture about how this will be all the more common now because of how we use plastic cards for everything and it’s so easy to steal credit card numbers electronically. I think she’s convinced the world will someday end because of our reliance on computers, like our computers will suddenly steal our credit card numbers and buy parts to start building Terminators to enslave humanity. I cut her off with, “Yeah, but this wasn’t my check card – it was all paper fraud, mom! Old-school paper checks!” Ha.

I hope you check your accounts online daily. It’s too easy for a scammer to steal a little bit here, a little bit there, and you might not even notice. Don’t let them take money from you, too – keep your account passwords safe, destroy any paper account information and monitor them vigilantly.

And if you ever meet someone who thinks it’s no big deal to use forged checks? Kick him in the balls for me, OK?



No One Said Special Needs & Smart Can’t Go Together

Last Wednesday was Cordy’s first day of school, and while she had a lot of anxiety over it – like she does about anything new – I was feeling just as much anxiety as I stood next to her waiting for her bus. She tried her best to be calm about the whole thing as she tried to hold still while I took a million photos.

My thoughts, though, went something like this: Would she throw a fit about riding the bus? Would she melt down when she got to school and couldn’t go to the room she was in last year? Would kindergarten be too hard for her? Would her new teacher treat her well? Would I be able to stop asking myself questions long enough to notice she’s getting on the bus?

Oh. Well, uh, that was easy.

I went to sleep for the day, expecting to hear the phone ring at some point with some question or complaint about Cordy’s behavior. But there was no call.

When the bus brought her home, she was clearly tired but full of smiles. She said her first day had been great, and when asked if she wanted to go back again the next day, she replied with her usual, “Well, uh, yeah, that would be OK.”

The note from her teacher gave me a lot of hope. The teacher said she had a good day, and she mentioned Cordy seemed to have good reading skills when they were assessing her abilities.

The next day was much the same. The note home was even more promising, stating that Cordy was asked to read a 1st grade level book and had no trouble with it.

Friday was even better. The teacher was both surprised and delighted to report that Cordy read another 1st grade level book and answered the comprehension questions perfectly. She mentioned that Cordy is still whining whenever she’s asked to do something, but other than that she’s adjusting to the new routine with no trouble.

Of course, I have no idea if the teacher is glossing over any actual behavior problems or not. But I don’t doubt that Cordy is impressing her with her reading skills. We’ve suspected she could read for some time now, but when pressed to show off her skills she generally pretended like she couldn’t read. (How modest.) I’m honestly more surprised that the teacher is surprised. Surely she’s read Cordy’s evaluation report and knows that her autism has little influence over her cognitive abilities.

I’m outlandishly happy that Cordy is adjusting so well to kindergarten. Crazy, over-the-moon happy.

More than once I’ve encountered people who assume that just because Cordy has autism, she will somehow never be able to learn anything, will never graduate, and will spend her life dependent on her family. Autism seems to be a death sentence to them, or at least the death of any kind of promising future. When we first got the diagnosis, I remember mourning her potential, too, worried that she would never be able to live a “normal” life. But it’s soooo not true.

Cordy’s autism may affect the way her brain functions, but it doesn’t affect her ability to function. She can still learn, she can understand logic at an age-appropriate level, and while she has some unusual sensitivities and requires some different methods to learn, she can keep up with her peers in classwork.

Even I don’t always understand the way Cordy thinks, but she still manages to figure everything out. She resisted learning to read when we attempted to work with her, instead choosing to teach herself. She doesn’t appear to understand phonetics, and as best I can tell, she reads by memorizing entire words. But she still learns it all, even if it’s not how most people do it.

I like to think of it this way: just because most of us take the interstate to get to the park doesn’t mean that taking the back roads won’t also get you there. It might take a little longer, and your travel experience will certainly be different, but you’ll reach the same destination. 

Cordy’s travels to the park probably involve singing “My Way” with Frank Sinatra as she cruises along the twisting, hilly roads. But once there, you know she’ll have stories of a great adventure along the way.

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