Anne Deeboyar

learning as I go

Phew! Posts, Posts Everywhere…

Wrote a class blog post (based on student input) on each of last three days. Will tweet tonight’s finished post with morning classes after we green light the final wording together.

Read and responded to student blog posts to finish grading period 7…one hundred thirty or so kids total teaching load each day, all of them blogging each week.

Looked over blogs of twenty kids I’ve volunteered to mentor for upcoming blogging challenge. Did not comment yet, as I had Writer’s Notebooks to grade tonight.

Micro blogged with Day One app for personal commitment to diet, exercise, and mindfulness.

Last night, participated in Twitter chat about blogging (among other things).

Blog, blog, blog…! Whew.

But I love it. Wouldn’t give it up. Just sayin’ that if I’m quiet here, it’s likely that I’m blogging/writing/communicating somewhere else and will be back within a day or two ūüôā


Get Out the Vote

What fun it was to vote in today’s gubernatorial primary! Fun because it was the first election for our youngest child, Megan.

She was a little nervous about the whole thing, so before heading to the precinct we spent some minutes online getting comfortable with the ballot. Then we played the three minute video tutorial on using the e-slate machine. I’ve been an election judge, so I knew those resources were available on the county website. Meg said afterwards that both made a big difference in her confidence at the booth today.

Megan stepped away from that booth a proud first-time voter. She was able to cast a ballot for a candidate whose speeches had inspired her and whose actions had moved her. The excitement of participating in rallies at the Capitol had translated into action at the voting booth.

I’m proud of my baby girl, 18-year-old suffragette!

Lady Gold’s

When I go to¬†Gold’s¬†Gym, I like to start out on the rowing machine, then maybe move to the cardio cinema for about 20 minutes.¬† Depends on the movie that’s showing.¬† I don’t mind action flicks when I’m working out, even though I’d probably never choose ’em for home viewing.¬† I’ll watch just about any movie¬†from a treadmill, and I’ve even stumbled on a few I want to watch in their entirety at a later date (Denzel Washington’s Deja Vu, for one).

Weights, machines, or floor exercises come next, and for those I prefer to head into the room called “Lady Gold’s” just for women.¬† Here’s where I run into trouble.¬† I mean, really?¬† Why is the television always set to some reality show channel that plays programs highlighting body image issues, material possessions, and physical appearance?¬† For example,¬†I knew the Kardashian name from magazine covers in the grocery checkout lines, but it was from the kettle bell station in Lady Gold’s that I¬†first found myself¬†Keeping Up with them for¬†thirty minutes.¬†¬†As I worked out, I couldn’t help but overhear Kim and company.¬† The show¬†was soooo much worse than I ever imagined it would be with its obsession over status and looks. I know the family is getting paid to snipe and snark for the cameras, to parade their insecurities and vanities for an audience, but I felt bad for them and bad for me for continuing to work out within earshot of the dramatics.

There have been other such shows playing in the women’s workout room.¬† The entertainment shows, the celebrity gossip shows, shows¬†in which critics sit in chairs and¬†gossip about who looked pretty and who didn’t the night before, who looked fat and who didn’t in what color dress, whose hair/make-up/jewelry was right or wrong…and all while¬†I’m trying to remember that¬†it’s okay¬†that my body will never again be 20,¬†30, 40, or¬†even whole…that¬†it can be strong and¬†healthy despite its scars and aging…that what matters is how I feel in my own skin as I return to good habits.

I like the relative privacy of the little Lady Gold’s workout room, but I need to remember to bring my book-on-iPhone and some ear buds with me to drown out the TV!

Starting Over: My Body Beautiful

Age fifty-one, and 151 pounds.¬† At a height of 5’1″, that’s not so hot.¬† Arghh.

I had so planned to be fabulous at fifty.

Four surgeries in the past four years make for a pretty good excuse, but really it’s all due to¬† the sugar and carbs I kept eating after the surgeries.¬† It’s all the exercising I stopped doing even after the doctors cleared me for returning to the gym and neighborhood walks.¬† It’s the stress-eating as I worked long hours grading papers and planning lessons, the not-working out I did as I angsted over my children’s problems and worried about my own issues.

So, what to do?¬† Get moving. Watch what I put in my mouth.¬† Keep track of calories and trips to the gym.¬† I’ve done this lose-weight/get-in-shape thing before.¬† Lost fifty pounds about nine years ago.¬† Kept it off for five years. Did it by walking fast about three miles a day, often twice a day, in my rural neighborhood, by using the weight machine in my bedroom at night while we watched TV, by doing floor exercises while the family watched DVD’s.¬† I can do it again.

I don’t have the illusion that I’ll have the same body I achieved almost a decade ago.¬† Breast cancer, mastectomy and the treatment that followed have left me forever changed. Hysterectomy and oophorectomy along with an inability to take any kind of hormone replacement due to my type of cancer have left me crashing into menopause.¬† I just look and feel and move differently than I did before.¬† But I’m still a pretty woman, and I know I can regain energy, strength, and shapeliness if I work at it.

I sit here today on March 2 at fifty-one and flabby.  But my gym clothes are on, my sneakers are tied, and my water bottle is filled. Good for me. Off to the gym I go!

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