I have been avoiding this post. I need to get it out, but I know while talking about it will be therapeutic, it also means reliving the moment. I relive this moment several times a day and every night when I close my eyes. A week ago today my Dad went in to have a surgery to put a stint in because he has an aneurysm. The surgery went great, afterwards not so much. My Dad is a smoker and has been for over 40 years. His smoking has weakened his lungs and this caused problems when they tried to take him off the ventilator after his surgery was over. They informed the family that there were some complications, told us he was in ICU on an oxygen mask. My Mom and I went back to see him and he was actually sedated and back on the ventilator. I wanted to turn and run out of the room, I felt sick to my stomach. To think I thought seeing him with the oxygen tubes was rough a month before. He looked dead just lying there. Usually you can take solace seeing someone breathing when they look that way, but a machine was doing that, not him. In that moment I told myself that my kids would never . Never would they have to see me like that because of poor choices. For the first time in my life I saw my Dad as weak and vulnerable. It is an image that I can not get out of my head. It now pushes me. When I don't want to workout I see my dad lying there and I go workout. During my workouts I see him again and I push harder than usual. The only problem is that when my body was screaming for a day off, I saw my Dad lying there and had to fight myself to rest.
My Dad is back home and doing very well. The whole experience scared him a bit as well and he has not smoked at all since. He is recovering well, but I don't think the scar it left on me, my Mom, or my sisters will disappear anytime soon, if ever. Maybe it was the push I have needed, but right now it feels like a nightmare that plays over and over again in my head.
Showing posts with label motivation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motivation. Show all posts
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Mirror Mirror on the Gym Wall
Went to the store and got new running shoes yesterday. Turns out I already own the top of the line as far as running shoes are concerned. I went to a specialized running store and everything. The salesman did not even look at my stride or anything. He said since I enjoyed my shoes so much, and they are the best out there, I should just stick with them. I tried on a few more kinds, and well, they were the ones that felt the best.
Lately I have been wondering what is wrong with the mirrors at my gym. I will put on my workout clothes at home, and be impressed with how far I have come. I will be comfortable with how the clothes look and fit. Then when I am strength training at the gym I stand in front of the mirror to do my workout, and the person staring back at me is not the same one I saw at my house. Where did she go? Who is this larger looking person? My mirror at home is a full length mirror, so its not a matter of not seeing the whole image.
On a different front, in the shower, after my run today, I decided to treat myself and use some of my special exfoliating soap. I thought that maybe if I rewarded myself more it would give me some of the motivation I have been lacking lately. So for February I think I am going to reward myself as follows:
1.) for every run over 1 mile $1, and an additional $.50 for every mile after the first. Since the distance for my warm up and cool down walk is added in on my sportband, they will count in the total as well. Moving is moving.
2.) for every strength workout $1
3.) for every 30 minutes of cardio on a machine $.50
4.) for every pound I lose $.25. I made this a low payout because the number on the scale is not as important as eating right, exercising, and doing what is right for my body.
I will put this money into a jar, and when there is enough I can use it for a massage or a new outfit. Now I know positive reinforcement is best, but there should always be consequences for our actions. So if I don't do these then I will have to take out this much from my jar and put it in a jar for my hubby
1.) For every day I do not log all my food $1 gets taken out. I need to see this number, no matter how bad it is. Not logging on my bad days do not make them not exist.
2.) for every day I do not drink at least 64 oz of water $.25 gets taken out. This is essential for my body to function properly. It is also one of the hardest for me.
3.) If I don't exercise at least 3 days a week $1 gets taken out. This is less than half of the days in a week.
I will start with this and adjust as needed along the way. For today I ran 2 miles, have logged all my food, and drank my water. Guess that is $1.50 in my jar and $0 in the hubby's. Better go find some jars.
Lately I have been wondering what is wrong with the mirrors at my gym. I will put on my workout clothes at home, and be impressed with how far I have come. I will be comfortable with how the clothes look and fit. Then when I am strength training at the gym I stand in front of the mirror to do my workout, and the person staring back at me is not the same one I saw at my house. Where did she go? Who is this larger looking person? My mirror at home is a full length mirror, so its not a matter of not seeing the whole image.
On a different front, in the shower, after my run today, I decided to treat myself and use some of my special exfoliating soap. I thought that maybe if I rewarded myself more it would give me some of the motivation I have been lacking lately. So for February I think I am going to reward myself as follows:
1.) for every run over 1 mile $1, and an additional $.50 for every mile after the first. Since the distance for my warm up and cool down walk is added in on my sportband, they will count in the total as well. Moving is moving.
2.) for every strength workout $1
3.) for every 30 minutes of cardio on a machine $.50
4.) for every pound I lose $.25. I made this a low payout because the number on the scale is not as important as eating right, exercising, and doing what is right for my body.
I will put this money into a jar, and when there is enough I can use it for a massage or a new outfit. Now I know positive reinforcement is best, but there should always be consequences for our actions. So if I don't do these then I will have to take out this much from my jar and put it in a jar for my hubby
1.) For every day I do not log all my food $1 gets taken out. I need to see this number, no matter how bad it is. Not logging on my bad days do not make them not exist.
2.) for every day I do not drink at least 64 oz of water $.25 gets taken out. This is essential for my body to function properly. It is also one of the hardest for me.
3.) If I don't exercise at least 3 days a week $1 gets taken out. This is less than half of the days in a week.
I will start with this and adjust as needed along the way. For today I ran 2 miles, have logged all my food, and drank my water. Guess that is $1.50 in my jar and $0 in the hubby's. Better go find some jars.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The Motivation I Wish I Didn't Have
Ten days ago I got the call that my Dad was at the ER and they were waiting for an ambulance to take him to a bigger hospital in the closest city. My dad has an aneurysm and he had gone in for severe abdominal pain. His local hospital took a CT scan and had seen that his aneurysm had grown and were concerned that this was the cause of his pain. Long story short it turned out to be a pulled muscle. We have known about his aneurysm for a little over two years now, and the doctors have assured us that it was not yet large enough to be concerned. But in that moment, for the first time, I thought I could lose my Dad.
I realized that my kids are young enough that they might not remember him, especially my daughter. I lost both of my grandpas before I was 5. One died from drinking, the other from smoking. I never gave much thought to it growing up, but now as a mother I get angry about it. I was cheated out of getting to know both of them because they choose unhealthy lifestyle. Now I realize that we know more and there have been a lot of changes since then.
My dad is a 2 plus pack a day smoker. It pisses me off to think that my kids will be cheated out of getting to know him because of this. I was a smoker until I found out I was pregnant with my first. I want to get in my dad's face and slap him tell him to stop for us. I want him to be around for a long time. I want him to try to get healthier for his family. At the same time I realize that he must want to change and he must want it for himself.
There are times I want to stop in the middle of a run. Give up. It is usually when I am just not in the mood. Sometimes when I am at the gym I think why am I here? It is at these times lately that I think about my dad, my kids, my future grandkids. I know that exercising and eating healthy do not guarantee that I will be around for a long time, but my kids will never have to be pissed off that I did not do my part. All I have to do is picture my dad lying there in the hospital bed with the oxygen tube in his nose looking just like my grandpa (one of the very few memories I have of him) and I push myself to keep going. Am I doing it for my kids, yes, but for me as well. If unhealthy habits take me too soon they are not the only ones who get screwed in the deal, I get screwed too.
I realized that my kids are young enough that they might not remember him, especially my daughter. I lost both of my grandpas before I was 5. One died from drinking, the other from smoking. I never gave much thought to it growing up, but now as a mother I get angry about it. I was cheated out of getting to know both of them because they choose unhealthy lifestyle. Now I realize that we know more and there have been a lot of changes since then.
My dad is a 2 plus pack a day smoker. It pisses me off to think that my kids will be cheated out of getting to know him because of this. I was a smoker until I found out I was pregnant with my first. I want to get in my dad's face and slap him tell him to stop for us. I want him to be around for a long time. I want him to try to get healthier for his family. At the same time I realize that he must want to change and he must want it for himself.
There are times I want to stop in the middle of a run. Give up. It is usually when I am just not in the mood. Sometimes when I am at the gym I think why am I here? It is at these times lately that I think about my dad, my kids, my future grandkids. I know that exercising and eating healthy do not guarantee that I will be around for a long time, but my kids will never have to be pissed off that I did not do my part. All I have to do is picture my dad lying there in the hospital bed with the oxygen tube in his nose looking just like my grandpa (one of the very few memories I have of him) and I push myself to keep going. Am I doing it for my kids, yes, but for me as well. If unhealthy habits take me too soon they are not the only ones who get screwed in the deal, I get screwed too.
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