I wasn’t going to reblog anything again today but I came across this post and as I am rethinking the way I eat, I thought I’d share it with you.
Having been raised on sugar on my bread, in my porridge and sweetened drinks and even sweetened medicine and toothpaste!-what were my parents thinking in the sixties and seventies?- the thought of omitting all refined sugar scares the living daylights out of me! My name is Sandra and I am a sweetaholic…
I have made baby steps toward less sugar: sweetener in my tea and eating yoghurt with granola in the morning (sweetener in the yoghurt but sadly still chocolate in the granola, although much better than bread and chocolate sprinkles), but more is needed.
I suffer from rheumatic pains in my joints and am overweight so, unless I want to be on painkillers all day-which I don’t – I will have to start thinking about my diet and how it can contribute in feeling better.
I have started with no longer drinking soda’s. At the moment I replace them with orange juice from the shop, but I will be going fresh next week (after market day) and every afternoon I eat a banana dipped in cinnamon as cinnamon is beneficial.
Next I will be looking at other foods and vitamins and supplements.
But this post got me thinking about my sugar intake and how it may affect my health at the moment.
I’ll keep you posted about what changes I will make and how I feel.
Have a lovely day
Last november I have moved to a different part of town to move in with my husband and give our marriage a second chance.
I was not sad at all to leave my old neighbourhood as too much drama had taken place there over the last two decades. In the time we lived there there had been drug abuse, terminal illnesses, broken relationships, suicides and murders among the people living on our street. Writing this it looks like a real bad place but it is a decent part of town with average families. I have had the feeling that something must be wrong with the spot itself for a while and the relief I felt once moved away confirmed this for me. I haven’t been able to find enough information to be sure but this is a bit of land that used to be outside the city-walls and could well have been a place where either a plague-house stood or worse a location where people were hanged. I do believe it is possible such strong emotions connected with death and illness can linger and stick to a location, disturbing the present.
In the new house there is nothing sinister, it’s just a lovely small place from the fifties and a big garden at the back in a quiet street.
The only thing we miss sometimes is the park I used to go to to walk the dogs. Although we are still on the edge of town there is not much opportunity to walk in a ‘ natural environment ‘ as we are surrounded by the town centre and shops, the railroad and the freeway.
This is as natural as it gets:
The freeway to the left, the road into town straight ahead and our neighbourhood to the right and behind me the railroad tracks.
This is how far I can walk now, although I have to rest for a while on a bench near those houses both ways, but I hope to get better and get beyond the bend in the road that leads away from town in time.
I take Binti with me when I go here and she has a great time sniffing around in the grass, the wind in her hair.
Hello dear readers,
This morning I was a bit slow getting up, no time to walk the dogs before breakfast. Every morning I have to see to it that son 4 goes to school with something in his belly, takes his ritalin and packs all the right books and his lunchbox. He is getting better at doing everything himself but I still have to check to keep him out of trouble at school. They don’t seem to get that ADD is not something that magically disappears when you have a coach to guide you twice a week and that he is not forgetful on purpose. They still think punishment will help him remember to bring the right books or keep an appointment.
Anyway, as I was going to go out with our dogs after he had gone off to school, I was no longer in a rush to get back home. So we took the path up to the dyke and walked along it a bit further than usual. I am still amazed sometimes that I am able to do so, just six months ago I would have needed a wheelchair to go this far and now look at me! Admittedly I am glad to get back home and rest for a bit, because I still feel my back, but I am slowly but surely progressing every day and pushing myself to go al little further every time. It is good exercise and combined with callanetics and healthy eating habits it has made me lose seven kilo’s already.
Looking down on the pond where I usually walk
Binti and Chewbacca have spotted some ducks
This morning I would like to talk a little bit about the exercises I have been doing since starting this blog.
Having a bad back has made it difficult for me to find a way to stay fit and frankly I had just about given up on the idea of exercising altogether until I found a book on Callanetics. In the past physiotherapists have made me do things like sit-ups. It caused pain doing them and I wouldn’t be able to walk or do any other activities until my next appointment, let alone repeat the exercises at home due to severe back pain.
Now I learn that in doing sit-ups 85% of the muscle-strenght you use comes from your back and just 15% from your stomach! No wonder I couldn’t do it. And that is why Callanetics works for me : I never have to put too much strain on my back. I am now up to 16 different exercises and I have had no problems so far.
What I also like is that I can safely do this on my own. No sweating or being out of breath is involved, which is important when you haven’t done any physical activities for so long like me. You have to be very careful when you start exercising after a long period of inactivity, you could easily injure yourself or worse if you have no instructor to guide you. With Callanetics I feel there is no danger of hurting yourself so long as you listen to your body and don’t overdo it in the beginning.
The exercises have come from the exercises a dancer does, and I do recognize some of them from when I used to take Jazzballet classes in my teens. I used to like stretching then so it’s no surprise this appeals to me now.
I’m very proud that I have now reached the starting number of repeats for most exercises (not the newer ones). It may not sound much, 25 repeats, when the goal is 100 repeats, but since most muscles haven’t had much use in 15 years or more and considering the short amount of time I have been working out I think it is quite an achievement and I am starting to feel the effect during the day.
Just to show you what I’m talking about:
Quick Callanetics Stomach
Have a great day!