Healthy, realistic relationship with food important
Well, it’s swimsuit season again — a yearly ritual that brings
dread to many a woman’s heart, including mine. With swimsuits comes
worry over one’s weight, and since nearly two-thirds of Americans
are either overweight or obese, this is becoming a very big deal,
no pun intended.
I have had my own struggles with my weight over the years.
Besides dealing with an eating disorder for many years, for a time
in my 20s, I carried 20 more pounds on my not-quite-5-foot-4 frame.
We short people can’t hide extra weight like our much-envied more
statuesque friends can.
My dog days will be usurped by busy work
It is Monday morning and I am enjoying the silence of my house…
for another three and a half days.
Yes, school is ending this Thursday afternoon and there are two
people in this family who are thrilled with that fact. And one who
is somewhere on the fence. Admittedly, summer is a wonderful season
and I am looking forward to many things: Not having to be a slave
to the alarm clock each morning is definitely one of those. Also,
having the freedom to take the boys places on a whim — no schedule
to adhere to.
Inclement, soggy weather brings up old memories
Last Monday, the boys and I had just finished lunch at a local
restaurant and were in the car ready to head to Target when my
It was my neighbor asking if we were OK. I said we were … but
was mystified as to why she was asking. As it turned out, we had
missed the “Giant Voice” in our neighborhood on Fort Hood
announcing a tornado had been spotted outside Copperas Cove and to
take cover. I knew it was raining cats and dogs, as usual, but did
not realize a tornado was near. So we drove to Target, since
returning to post was farther and I wanted to get us off the roads
and into shelter ASAP. Once inside, it appeared others had the same
idea. And though I definitely had a long shopping list to tackle, I
found it hard to concentrate on such a mundane task. Our rainy
weather was no longer just annoying—it had become dangerous and
Walking my son to school spurs memories of PT
The other day on the way home from walking my son to school, I
stopped at Bronco Youth Center to watch a group of soldiers doing
physical training. They were playing flag football and clearly
having a blast.
There was a lot of laughter and trash-talk in between bouts of
sprinting and throwing, and I found myself feeling suddenly
Learning to teach, teaching to learn
So there I was, standing in mountain Pose on my trusty blue yoga
mat, preparing to do the balancing pose known as “tree” with the
other students. But wait — I was alone at the front of the
room…I was the instructor!
How did this happen? I was nervous but trying to
appear calm and centered, as a yoga teacher “should.” I
struggled to remember the routine I had practiced umpteen times in
my living room and inwardly cringed at some of the cues I gave.
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