Patting myself on the back…

So I have a life coach… someone I report to… not really, but really – it’s optional and I choose to opt in.  Why?  Much as I have been doing a good job of intentionally making personal and professional positive changes, I seem to quickly fall back into the routine of oddly made choices and for some reason can’t figure out why or how I even get there.

Several weeks ago, a friend called me with the biggest professional issue of her career – at least that’s what she said.  As she was speaking, I realized that I had every possible solution to her problems and that I could guide her through the options by rephrasing her sentences and helping her look at the issues from all angles.  In about an hour, her angst was gone, she had a game plan that seemed comfortable to her, and she was ready for action.  As I hang up, I thought, I need someone like that in my life – someone who is not in it, someone who can talk me through the issues, say back to me what I just said to them, and help me see the issues from all angles, then free me to choose a plan of action.  Soon after that, I found out that Oprah Winfrey had 3 or 4 life coaches, and that Lisa Nichols had 2.  Why do I think I can handle all this by myself?

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Our first meeting was scheduled for yesterday morning, and it did not disappoint.  By the end of the meeting I had discovered that the I have probably never experienced (from myself) the kindness and leeway that I accord others.  The realization made me emotional because when I was a people manager, my staff shared with me that they loved working for me because in my view mistakes were learning opportunities and not accomplishing a goal meant that you had hit the first milestone and you were on your way to the goal. What a concept!  Kindness to others encouraged them to do better work. So why don’t I think I should treat myself as well as I do others?

A quick examination of all the goals that I am trying to accomplish shows that I judge myself based on how I get from 0 to 100 hundred as quickly as possible.  In my world there are no milestones, and certainly no breaks to applaud the progress.  If it is not done, it is not good enough.  In reality this is how it looks – the library in Karateng’, Kenya that has been running for one year… that’s not good enough because it is just a house with tables, chairs, books, and people who help children read.  We have no computers, no stable electricity and no donors. If this was someone else’s project I would never carry that attitude! I would encourage them to look at their journey so far and not how much they have to go…

My goal today is to be kind to myself and to notice all the times that I do not give credit  to myself where it is due.  I will acknowledge small milestones, and pat myself on the back every so often.  I will redefine success.  I will be kind to myself!

I eat my emotions…

… and cake is my drug of choice! I used to run for the Limoncello cake at Target, but they discontinued that. So I went through the 5 stages of grief, and when I got to the acceptance part it dawned on me that I didn’t have to accept it.  I could just make a left turn on my way home and stop by “Piece of Cake” for a slice of Key Lime Layer Cake.  The only problem was that the slices at “Piece of Cake” are double the size and 3 times as rich as what I used to get from Target.  Also, I feel obligated to eat the whole thing – because I pay almost $6 for each slice!

And just when I was beginning a strong, unhealthy relationship with my neighborhood “Piece of Cake”, they closed it.  I could not believe it.  First my Target and next my “Piece of Cake”? It had to be Jesus.  Jesus did not want me to eat cake!  So He made it so that I no longer had access to my favs!

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For months I have managed to stay away from these devilish castles of butter, sugar, and white flour!  Don’t get me wrong – I will never stop indulging – but I haven’t been abusing it like I did in the past.

However, the other day on my drive home, I felt extremely overwhelmed by my life.  It was too much, I was emotional, so I put on my extra large sunglasses and started to cry (by the way, the car is the best place to cry – it’s private, and you get through traffic really fast). Just then, I remembered that I was around the corner from “Piece of Cake” near my office.  Instinctively, my car drove  (yes, my car drove) to the store, I got a slice of my fav, picked up a fork and napkin (why do they place the forks and napkins near the door?), and walked out.

In my previous life, I would have inhaled the cake and would have no memory of it.  Unfortunately, I can no longer do that. In one of my self-help classes, I was advised that when in pain, it’s important to lean into it to feel it – that’s the key to getting through it in a healthy way. Of course that’s easier said than done.  More often than not, it is impossible to allow myself to feel the pain – I definitely find it easier to eat cake.

I am learning that there are 3 ways of dealing with pain.  You could remain unconscious as I did in the past when I robotically swallowed the cake without allowing myself to feel whatever it was that I needed to deal with, or I could lean into the issue and allow myself to feel it until it no longer felt too bad to tackle, but somewhere on the way to facing it, there is a temporary middle.  It is the option to allow yourself to recognize the pain, and even if you eat cake, you remain conscious as you bite and swallow, and then remind yourself to keep trying to pick the better option which is to lean in and feel it.

 

 

When Your Legs Get Tired… Run With Your Heart!

That’s my new motto.  I use it when I don’t feel like running, when I have to run up a hill, when I feel like stopping for absolutely no reason – except because I can, and when I notice in the middle of my run that I am coasting and not pushing myself – and it’s working.

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Too many times we get fed up of trying but because everything we do starts in the mind, we have to play the mental games.  I talk myself through my runs and I’ve started to notice that the fire is coming back… try it and tell me what you think!

I can make up any reason to eat…

I’m driving on Spalding Drive on my way home from a looong work day, wishing that all the cars in front of me would dissolve.  As I am day dreaming I look at my gas gauge and notice that my temperature gauge is rapidly inching towards H – HOT!  D#*& it! Not now, not today – I already need alignment and really have no time for radiator or any other types of car problems!

I make an immediate u-turn to the Firestone which just happens to be on my left.  I think, I can decide to be mad, or I can decide to roll with it… I am irritated… but I decide to roll with it.  I walk into the Firestone and jovially tell the guy about my problem and also tell him to go ahead and take care of the alignment problem which in my mind was scheduled for Tuesday morning.

I’m hungry, exhausted, and my feet hurt from standing in front of my class all day!  I mention it to the guy who tells me that there is a  Pizza place next door – and a Publix in the next plaza.  I think about it, I want to eat because I am mad, I think about it again… and I decide… It’s not worth it!

I am an emotional eater.  I can make any problem a reason to eat.  This has been my downfall for years and years and I am finding that in order to conquer it I have to be consciously aware of my feelings and always decide not to eat just because I am mad, disappointed, or irritated.

The spend about 45 minutes on my car and discover a lose hose.  They say that’s the only probem and there’s no cost for it.  I’m so glad that I’m getting better with emotional eating.  I have accepted that it will be a constant battle but definitely one worth fighting…

How I accidentally ran 4 extra miles on Saturday

So I’m still training for the Publix Half Marathon on March 4th. In addition to that, last month I was struck by the cold from hell which will not go away, meaning that I could not even fully participate in the dreaded half-marathon training – especially the long runs on the weekend.

Well, to catch up on the training, this past Saturday I was scheduled to run 8 miles with the group. I had missed both the 6 mile and 7 mile training in December but I figured that I’d try to at least do 8 miles and if not, I would join the group that was doing 7 miles. As luck would have it, I woke up at 4 a.m., could not go back to sleep soon enough so I opted to stay in bed a little longer and run the 8 miles on my own.

I had mapped out a route. The loop was 3 miles long so I would go around it twice, and then I would add my regular 2 mile route, making it a total of 8 miles. At 7:30 a.m., I left the house. I don’t typically use a watch when I run but I figured that I’d be back by 9:15 – latest 9:30 a.m., especially since I was feeling much better.

The goal on Saturday was endurance. I felt like over the months I had lost my ability to endure my long runs and today, no matter what, I was going to try to run the miles. I started. I played mind games with myself. I told myself that uphills were downhills and that when my legs got tired I would run with my heart… And it was working.

During most of the run my body felt good. I loved it! I was falling in love with running all over again, and when the 6 miles were over, and time for me to do my last 2, I was actually enjoying the run! The last mile was difficult for me, but when I finished I was glad that I had done it.

I walked in the house, knowing that I was late for my hair appointment… remember… every Saturday at 10 o’clock I sit in Stephanie’s chair (no-matter what!). It’s my thing… I looked at the clock and it said 10 o’clock! 10 o’clock???? How could that be???? Had it taken me 2 and a half hours to run 8 miles???? That’s how it takes to run a 13.1 run! How??? I was stunned, depressed, disappointed… I could not believe it! Everything had changed! I was in trouble and my half-marathon is in jeopardy!

My body was aching and I was depressed. Something was off… How could it be – I was feeling good when I was running. I dressed up slowly, got breakfast and as I was getting out of the house something said, “map the route again”. I set my odometer and started driving.

What? I had not even driven half the route and I had already clocked 3 miles? OMG… how many miles did I really run. I went through the first loop and to my surprise it said 5 miles! 5 FREAKING MILES!!!! That means that when I did it twice I had run almost 10 miles… then I added my regular route for 2 miles! I had run 11.7 MILES instead of 8 milles! I was ANGRY! If I had run 1.5 more miles I would have ran a half marathon and received a reward. I could have gone to Columbus with my sister Marianne and ran the Red Nose Half Marathon that morning! Needless to say, I was in a daze for the entire ride to the salon! I tried calling Marianne… voicemail! I tried a couple of others who would understand my anger! Voicemail! Damn… damn… damn…

I stayed mad until about 3 p.m. when I spoke to Marianne… she laughed and said “You are Half-Marathon ready”… LOL. I finally got over it… and there’s a lesson learned… I am capable of doing absolutely anything! If you had asked me to run 11 miles on Saturday I would have told you that you were crazy. I did it because my mind thought I was running 8 miles… How powerful am I? How much more am I capable of?

On staycation and determined not to get fat…

The last time I was on a staycation I got fat! I baked 2 sweet potato pies every single day… Of course I baked 2 pies everyday! Isn’t that the reason why they put 2 pie shells in each pack? So that you can make 2 pies at a time? LOL! That year I gained 11 pounds not only because of the pies, but because I wore draw-string pants every single day so I could not tell that I was literally “spreading” while sitting on the sofa eating bon-bons! Lol…

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This year I’ll do better… I even plan to lose some weight. My goal? To cook and enjoy healthy meals every single day, keep my running schedule (Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday), and to splurge on Christmas Day… not Christmas season… just Christmas Day!

I’ve started the day off just the way I like it… 1 cup of Kenyan ginger tea, 2 slices of Sara Lee 45 calorie bread, 1 teaspoon of peanut butter, and 1 teaspoon of orange marmalade. Yum!

This girl is on fire!

Oh… I’m back – and on fire!  I look like a girl but I’m a flame… So bright, I can burn your eyes.  You’d better look the other way… You can try but you’ll never forget my name…
I’m on top of the world!

She’s just a girl, and she’s on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, longer like a highway
She’s living in a world, and it’s on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away

Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she’s burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she’s not backing down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She’s walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Looks like a girl, but she’s a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you’ll never forget her name
She’s on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say

Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we’re burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we’re not coming down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She’s walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that’s in her eyes
Watch her when she’s lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she’s a lonely girl
And it’s a lonely world
But she gon’ let it burn, baby, burn, baby

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She’s walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Oh, oh, oh…

She’s just a girl, and she’s on fire

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I woke up with a complaining heart…

Thank God for the bible… my attitude shifted in a second. I was reminded of how great this world is, how God’s resources are endless and that there is enough to take care of my needs and everyone elses… My mindset has completely shifted one hour later.

Instead, I am now looking forward to packing my meals for the day and tackling my extremely full day (I will be working until 9 p.m.)

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Breakfast:
1 cup of bran flakes, 1 cup of milk (in the microwave for 60 seconds) mushy and yum!

Lunch:
Maybe a Wendy’s Baja Salad and Papaya

Dinner:
Left over angel hair spaghetti, baked chicken pieces and arugula (try mixing arugula in the spaghetti and heating it up. Delish… I got this from a Publix recipe!

13.1 Training… Again

I know I said that I didn’t ever have to run another half marathon again, but I went back on my word.  I plan to run the Publix Half Marathon since I will not be participating in voting for President of Kenya on that day.  To be honest I was kind of conflicted.  When I decided to run the half, the Election Commission had not yet announced that the Diaspora would not participate in the election. I was feeling kind of guilty about choosing the half over the election because people died so that I could have the right to vote, so that Kenya could have a new constitution, so that I could have dual citizenship…

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Needless to say, when everyone was mad about the Diaspora being shut out of this very first election under the new constitution I was relieved because I could run my half without guilt.

So here we are – it’s week two and I am meeting my girls at Atlantic Station at 8:15 this morning for a 4 mile run.  It was a tough week but I’m ready to go out and leave it on the pavement!

 

 

 

Eating Spinach for Breakfast…

Move over Popeye!

Work has literally sucked the energy out of me this week!  It was supposed to be an easy week but I had to adjust when things change – and that flexibility beat me down!  It’s almost 7:00 a.m. and I’m tired, yet I have one last full day in this city.

A couple of things have been different this week.  I ate very well and made some good choices, so this morning, I’m trying to empty out the fridge by eating everything that’s left over – either that or I throw it out (and that’s not an option). Hopefully this Popeye breakfast of Spinach, strawberries, blueberries, a banana, and a 24 oz. bottle of water should help me make it through the day.

I need my energy back, but first I’ve got to get home.