I was just having a brisk walk on the treadmill trying to get some inspiration for a blogging topic. Unfortunately, I was also watching a movie at the same time. Bad combination. The movie took over.
I just spent two wonderful days in golf-land. There was a women’s tournament 30 miles north in Tacoma. It is one of the best tournaments in the area. I had a wonderful time meeting new friends and playing bad golf. Now, you have to understand that I AM a bad golfer. My handicap index barely qualified me for this event. I had no visions of winning any prize. I just went for a good time.
It took quite a few years to accept myself this way. When I first started playing, I practiced and practiced and took lots of lessons and played whenever I could, rain or shine, alone or with others. It didn’t matter. I just drove myself to get better. But, I would always come home dissatisfied with myself, because I just knew I could have done better. If only I hadn’t stroked the putter so hard on this hole. If only I hadn’t topped the ball on that fairway. All those and more self-deprecating kinds of thoughts. Then, last year, I couldn’t play because of my neck and shoulder problems. It was too painful. Now that those problems are under control, I feel so overjoyed to be even able to play the game. I do regular maintenance on my body to control the pain, and I try to make it a point not to play golf two days in a row. I definitely have some physical limitations because of the problem. I had to play two days in this tournament, and I am feeling the effects today. So I ‘m using lots of heat, no lifting and doing some neck traction.
But, anyway, I am trying to make a correlation here between obsession and acceptance with golf (or whatever your personal challenge is) and obsession and acceptance with the BTD.
When I first started the BTD I was very ridged. I carried my lists. I kept a precise journal (which is highly recommended for B-types). I think I might have been a bit obnoxious about “oh, I can’t eat THAT!” I planned my eating quite meticulously. And I felt extreme guilt when I ate avoids. I would spend the entire day after a splurge chastising myself and feeling what a horrid person I was.
Maybe because the diet is so automatic with me now, or that I have learned my limits, I feel at ease with myself and this way of life. I no longer feel deprived or “different” because there are some things I do not eat. I know that I am going to be faced with daily choices to eat avoids or not to eat them. I find I do not feel sad if I choose not to eat an avoid. And, on the other hand, I do not feel guilty anymore if I do choose to eat an avoid. I have the choice to feel well, or feel stuffy and bloated.
What I think I’m trying to say here, is that after 53 years, I think I’m finally figuring out how to accept myself as I am, and I’m no longer trying to be the ideal human being that I perceive to be lurking out there. I just go out and do the best I can every day. Is this a result of following the BTD and (most of) the lifestyle recommendations? I believe it is.
Had the most intense training over the weekend. Went to Yakima for Barbershop singing workshops. It was great. The main presenter was from Chicago, and is director for a chorus that has won the International competition four out of the past six years. He was phenomenal. We spent practically all three days on vowel formation.
The eating challenges were all over the place. I did well. Had a planned avoid meal. That was Saturday night. Mexican restaurants have precious little that a B nonsecretor can eat. So, had a huge soft beef taco with whatever else was served. Of course I filled up on the corn chips and salsa. I did choose to have red wine instead of the obligatory margarita that everyone else had. And of course, as expected, I woke up Sunday morning with swollen eyes and stuffy head. Otherwise I pretty well stuck to the program except for the occasional wheat in the salad croutons, or the mini-bagel or toast at breakfast.
The water weight should be off by tomorrow.
Shot a 96 at golf today. Hurray!! It’s only the third time I’ve shot under 100 all season. What a goofy game!
I wish I could be as eloquent as some of my fellow bloggers about the news of Heidi’s decision to go forward with her life. I too will miss her presence deeply. She has made a big difference in my life and the way I approach the diet. As I am one to always be looking for a loophole that I can squeeze through to bend life my own way, Heidi always made me feel that I have the knowledge, and it is up to me to choose which way I am going to go. I can’t blame outside forces for the consequences of my food and lifestyle choices.
(This is not true for golf, though. We golfers get to blame everything and everybody for our bad shots.)
I chose badly yesterday. Hubby rented a tractor and knocked down all the scotch broom and blackberry bushes that have been encroaching on our yard. We got a very large bowl of fresh, ripe blackberries to eat. They are just lovely berries. Normally, I will just pick berries and eat them off the bush. But, “somebody” wanted a pie. And I made it for him. I sabotaged the beneficial berries with sugar and wheat. He says it is the best one I have ever made. I cut off two small slivers of it to taste, and I must agree I did a great job with this one! Can you really blame me?
Tomorrow I leave for an intensive barbershop singing weekend in Yakima. More middle aged women having fun again. It will be a lot of workshops and teaching. Should be fun. Should be a lot of eating challenges. Heidi, I hope you are whispering in my ear a lot this weekend!
Got back yesterday from our second long-weekend motorcycle trip this summer. This time we did what is called the North Cascades Loop. There are two really scenic routes along the northern part of Washington. They start in Seattle and end in Winthrop. So, you don’t have to come back the same way you came.
It was great weather, if not a bit too hot. We always wear full ‘leathers’ (well, in our case it is Kevlar) no matter how toasty it gets. While were east of the mountains, temperatures got up into the upper nineties. We definitely wanted to keep moving or it was sauna-land. We stayed in a nice lodge that had a reputation for great food. And, yes, it was really great food. Thursday night was a really tender Ellensburg rack of lamb. I had them substitute rice for the potato. The appetizer was a lovely mushroom thingy wrapped in philo and a really rich dipping sauce. A wonderful bottle of zinfandel the waiter chose for us made it all come together. Hubby had a duck breast that he also raved about. I just had a couple bites of his dessert. I’m sure there were many hidden avoids there, but I sure couldn’t taste them!
Friday we took a ride over to the Grand Coulee Dam. I’d always wanted to see it. It’s big! There have been a lot of forest fires in that part of the state, and the air was very thick with smoke. The scenery was pretty lost because of it. Had a big digression and ate a hamburger (with bun) on the road. There wasn’t much else to choose from. Dinner was another gastronomical wonder from the Lodge kitchen. I went to Avoid Heaven for the meal. Started with a quail appetizer. The entrée was a nice rare piece of buffalo (okay, that’s not an avoid, just neutral) but there were potatoes with it. A dessert came automatically with this meal, so I ate the whole thing. It was a huckleberry tart with some sort of sherbet….at this point my memory is a little foggy, because there were two martinis before this evening’s bottle of wine. I definitely had too much to drink.
Of course, I woke up with the stuffiest of heads. Oh well.
Anyway, the ride back home was lovely. We rode through a town called Leavenworth. It is a Bavarian village. All the stores and banks and hotels – everything – are built so it looks like a really quaint southern German town. Very touristy. We stopped for gas and rested in one shop. Hubby ate a thing called a Chocolate Bomb. I saw bananas hanging over the counter, and just had to have one. All I could think about was how wonderful a banana would taste. And it was wonderful. My body was obviously craving a replenishment of potassium from three days of sweaty riding.
I’m glad to be home. I’m spending the day catching up on laundry. Too pooped to get on the treadmill. Later today is 9 holes of golf with a friend and then to his house for dinner. More eating challenges ahead!
There once was an ‘A’ girl from Boulder
Who thought diet hype was a bother
She calmly did yoga
And ate all her soya
While shunning the red meat before her.
There once was a man with type AB
Who earned many stripes in the Navy
His diet was crazy
But he sure wasn’t lazy
As he cooked up his turkey and gravy.
A woman jogged by with blood type B
Chasing a rabbit with much glee
She caught it quite fast
Cooked it up with wheat grass
And savored the flavor immensely.
While ‘O’ man was running a long race
He wanted to pick up his slow pace
So he wolfed down beef jerky
And quicker than Murphy
He won with a big smile on his face.