WOMEN AGES 50+ FOR OCTOBER 2019
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Heather: Happy Birthday Mrs. Glamor Girl! You look wonderful.
Sharon: I log my meds and vitamins, too. What goes in gets logged.
Lisa in AR: Your resistance routine is amazing. WTG!!! I have total confidence in your writing. You are a gifted communicator. :flowerforyou:
(((Cheri in TX)))
JR’s Late in Life Mom: I absolutely agree that we are strong women. :flowerforyou: I am a mom and a grandma. I don’t feel that my only reward is knowing my own sacrifices. I have two adult children and four grandchildren. One adult child wants to be taken care of and the other wants to take care of me. So far, I’m doing pretty well at taking care of myself and count both of my adult children as blessings. My mom was a late in life mom. She had two miscarriages before I was born. She was nearly 35 when I was born and was “39” right up until she was eligible for social security. WW2 got in the way of my parents having babies sooner. I’ve always thought that cigarette smoking was a contributor to mom’s miscarriages and it most certainly caused her death. :sad:
I had some unexpected good news. My DDIL will be coming for a visit with our grandson. I can hardly wait. I will be travelling to see my daughter and grandchildren in Illinois and then will have some time with DDIL and our grandson when I get home. :bigsmile:
Katla in Beautiful NW Oregon
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Happy Thursday!
Lisa - Your workout is impressive! Did you work with a trainer to get into that routine? By the way, how did you meet Corey? Your happiness with him makes me happy, lol.
Barbie - so neat you are easing back into strength training. I love reading your approach to life and exercise.
Yesterday I resumed my SWSY. 3# dumbbells and 2 1/2# ankle weights. Yes, they were easy, but as the book recommends, start out with really light weights to get the form and breathing down, then increase weights and begin getting some resistance. Light and slow. My plan is to keep at those weights tomorrow then gradually increase, doing a workout every other day.
Before my surgery I was at 8# dumbbells and 10# ankle weights, three times a week, and that was enough. I felt strong and in good shape, and was able to actually keep losing a little and my favorite pants were getting lose despite sneaking in treats.
Got some good walking in yesterday with the Hoka shoes, but my knees got a little grumpy. That will pass with time, slow break in, and the SWSY leg exercises I'm doing.
Rori (((HUGS))). I hope hearing aids help your DH. How is your brother doing? Still living at your house? Has Reuben finished everything in the bathroom remodel?
Katla - that's terrific news about your DDIL and grandson coming to visit after you get home from seeing the family/grandkids at the farm.
Since there appear to be several of us on this list that need a gal's weekend getaway, I emailed Elon Musk and told him I wanted to upgrade the teleporter on order from 2 seats to 6. He's not good at answering emails. Hope he doesn't accidentally book us on a trip to Mars!
Have been watching an interesting series on Hulu - "The Top of the Lake". (First Season) Co-written and directed by NZ gal Jane Campion of "The Piano" fame. Holly Hunter is/was in both. Beautiful scenery - though stark - and engaging plot twists. Now I want to see if I can find "The Piano" somewhere and watch it again. It came out in 1993.
Make it a fabulous day, supermodels!
Lanette
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Bosses-husband and wife.Shes a man’s woman.Believes guys should be paid more just because.He tries to get along with everyone.He once asked me why young guys don’t seem to want to work,I replied,the best man for the job is a woman.I do have to say,we have had women come thinking they wanted to work here,but when I ask if they can be on their feet All day,carry 40,50,75 pounds,stand extreme heat and cold,I get a look like no other!I have been here since the beginning and still do the same work I did at 30.They hire guys half my age and tell them they are going to run the business. I have put myself into this place and most people think I own it.5
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Oh more pictures
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Amber- Soo glad to see you,o was getting worried about you
Debby In Va2 -
Pg. 8 done
Laters ladies!
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Rita ((hugs)) the sadness here lingers, but is not as intense as it was the first month. Keep moving, even when you don't want to, it really really does help.
Lanette T'ai Cheetah
Felicia, and sh0tzz99 would it help to have a key prhase to say to your DH when you need his comfort? Joe can be uncomfortable when I melt down, but is willing to give a big hug to shorten the tears or screeching.
SueBDew conVERYgrats on the 4 lbs.
Okie your mom sounds like a pistol!
GingerBeer the railroad and mountain pics.
Lisa "outrun" LOL!
Ginger “rocked those steps...” lol!
Cheri ((hugs)) hard to feel loved by an emotionally distant partner. Joe is not demonstrative nor affectionate, but shows his caring in many gifts of service. Hope your DH does too.
Katla Hooray! You've been wanting to see the grands for so long, so happy to hear its coming soon!
Debby in VA “best man for the job is a woman” Amen sister!
Bio:
I am Barbara, an Ageing (69) (Berkeley) Hippie, Mother of Dogs. Born in SF, lived in the East Bay as a child, Teen years in rural Northern California and then Bay Area again from college forward. Was always skinny so could eat whatever I wanted, mostly sweet and salty junk.
Joe and I met at 35, married at 38, that was 32 years ago today. Our only child has four paws and fur, though we did foster 3 nephews for a couple of years (a very long story).
Worked in transportation since childhood (Papa was a Railway Express Agent who taught me the names of the states and thier capitals before I was in kindergarten). Back in the late 70's when the first "mini" computers came on board, I was the only one in the office who could make it do what I wanted it to, so slid by the seat of my pants into an IT career in the shipping industry. That career moved us from the SF Bay Area to Boise Idaho in '97.
20 years later we retired and moved back to the ocean, but in remote, rural, forested southern Oregon, to a 30 yr old manufactured home on 15 vertical acres with a distant ocean "peek" between the trees.
If it weren't for line dancing, Better Bones and Balance, walking with Tumble and dinking around in the dirt, my only exercise would be turning pages, clicking or rolling over. I love to read and nap!!! ;} I do not succeed with self-discipline. Exercise classes work better for me, I need the external structure.
Joined mfp in 2008, at 165lbs. took off 15 lbs. At 4'11" I've been schlepping the remaining extra 40 lbs around for way too long. Even though my food choices have gotten healthier (still way too much sugar!) and I'm Alcohol Free 70% of the time, I continue to range between 140-145.
Rededicating myself to eat better, move more. Planning to minimize the excesses of for tonight's celebratory dinner by aiming for CI at least 250 less than CO most days this month.
Time to get dressed and hang out with Joe.
Lighter, lovelies!
Barbara, the Southern Oregon Coastie AHMOD
Word for 2019: "GOOD" good attitude, good food, good times, good choices, good enough, feel good, GOOD! Word for October: get up and do it!
Steps-5776 vits-2 log-2 CI<250<CO-1 Tumble-2 mfp-2 AF-2
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I never introduced myself. I just joined the 50s club in August. I have been in a committed relationship with my person for almost 20 years. I just want to keep fit and healthy so I can enjoy what I like to do which is travel and food. I love to cook, which means we must watch portion sizes and exercise so I can continue traveling without so much discomfort. Airlines seats keep shrinking in legroom and width and it's getting a bit ridiculous. I live in southern California where it's a pleasant 70 degrees at 9:30am and where we all complain if it goes below 75 or above 80 during the daytime. It was a relatively speaking, cold and rainy winter and very hot summer, so there was a lot of moaning the past year.
I like to run, though I'm bored with running the neighborhood, so am having trouble getting excited about it. I lift weights to keep strong and healthy and I like the way I look when I'm toned, but I hate weights/resistance training.
I don't have a car, so if I need to go out during the day (which is rare), I walk or ride my ebike. I work from home. I got this "job" through keeping in good touch with a friend who needed someone to do work for him in his new business venture. Now, I work when I want to and from anywhere I want to as long as there is an internet connection. But, I worked 30 years in jobs I hated every single day. So, I feel like this is my reward for that. I consider myself semi-retired and I never want to go back to what I was doing before.
I also volunteer as a youth mentor once a week for youth who are motivated, but also homeless or food insecure and need help "adulting" or transitioning into adulthood...because adulting is really hard.9 -
Barbara, the Southern Oregon Coastie - HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!2
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Good morning Ladies:
I am a newbie, to both MFP and this community. I read all of the 11 pages of posts and wow....really enjoyed hearing about your goals, challenges, wins and losses.....so nice to find people keeping it real!
I am 56, an accountant, and mom to 2 young adults and a very needy 14 yr old pup. My husband and I were very sad when our son left for college in 2014 and and our daughter in 2016 (only 10 miles away but seemed like a continent) and that's when I saw the weight start coming on....also around when my peri-menopause started - big surprise.
After losing my parents to dementia/COPD and Colon Cancer, I started reading about disease, health, food, exercise etc. They are all connected. I have always exercised but my mindset has changed to be more about overall health, physically and mentally, versus strictly weight loss. I have invested in learning a lot about nutrition and aging and now I am focused on health. Food is medicine and I have a lot of habits to work on in that area. MFP logging will definitely help. My struggles of late revolve around drinking. It became so easy to add nights of the week. My husband and I self-medicated our sadness with our kids leaving with drinks every night and almost all of my friends drink so every get together involves alcohol and less than healthy foods. I find myself saying no to invitations because I don't want to be around it while I work on my goals. I know that's not the best way to approach it - I need to make the choice to not do it but its hard. I think once I see the benefits in weight loss and better sleep, it will get easier.
Starting Weight - 160
Current Weight - 157
Goal - 140
5'7"
My October Goals:
-Log every day and stay within my calories.
-Exercise (Run, Walk, Yoga, Gym) 6-7 days a week
-Drink in Moderation and log every drop.
-Eat lots of veggies every day
-Stick with my 12 week Challenge group and hit my goal weight of 140 by the end of Dec.
-Drink 8 glasses of water a day.
-Read for 30 min. minimum a day
October should be challenging....2 Weekends of Travel (A College Football game and a girls weekend😉)and a 3 day music festival. Yikes! And I am done with this 100 degree weather🔥.
Claire from Texas
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kelly yep, I'm back at work, the trip to VA was terrific. My DH and I do our best talking side by side in the car, like many men, he "talks good"
when we aren't face to face 
Can't wait to see a pic of Joaquin meeting his baby!!
Barbie your life is an inspiration to me.
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Blessings, Vicki GI NE 4
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Lanette - thanks for the compliments on the resistance routine. I try not to compare myself to anyone, as I'm short and stocky, and have always been "dense," as my mother put it... Bluntly, after hauling around 250 to 300 pounds of body weight for nearly 20 years of my life, I have a quite muscular substructure, so higher weights aren't as much of a problem for me as some.
I need a break from the grant, as the section on "maximizing strategic impact" just about fried my brainpan.
So, here's my Corey love story, but I'll put it in a spoiler, y'all feel free to skip. Seriously - it's a 1600-word chapter from my autobiography, so feel free to skip. Those of you who've been around for years definitely know the story already.
Once upon a time, in the month of May—I always wanted to write a story that starts with that—two women stood on a balcony overlooking a mechanic’s shop below. The sound of banging and clanging and power tools and engines filled the air. As they looked over the railing, one turned to the woman standing next to her and said, “Balconies always make me want to do the beauty queen wave,” and demonstrated the elbow-elbow-wrist-wrist-wrist wave she’d been taught so many years before when she was the National Honor Society Duchess for the Homecoming game her junior year of high school. The rather-dubious achievement occurred because she was the last girl left who wasn’t already the duchess of something else. It was a small school.
As she (OK, yes, yes it was me), as I stood waving like a complete idiot above the hustle and bustle below, a man walked over the concrete floor near us and looked up. Tall, slim, wide-shouldered, in a bright white shirt with one too many buttons undone for my blood pressure, jeans and a ball cap and shaded safety glasses, he was drop-dead gorgeous. He smiled up at me and said, “Well, hello, princess!”
As the weeks went by, he and I talked a bit nearly every morning, as we were both in to work by six a.m. every morning. He was dealing with the end stages of his divorce and of course I couldn't even get mine started yet... but we did some mild flirting. He grinned every time he saw me, and I'm sure I grinned back. I had to walk across the shop two or three
times a day to get to the ladies’ room, and somehow, nearly every time, I'd hear "Hello, Princess!" and there he'd be... I finally asked him why he kept calling me that and found out his ex-wife was also named Lisa. He immediately began a relationship with another lady when his divorce finalized, and I still wasn't divorced, so it was still hands-off. For both of us... he's not that kind of guy.
The months went by, and I moved over to my permanent office in a new building. Suddenly, I'm handling payroll, including his, so once again, hands-off. I only saw him occasionally, company parties, etc., until he came in to the company office in October to get his transfer papers signed to the parent corporation, to begin work as a lease operator. He was hanging around, waiting for the mandatory drug test, and stopped in my office just to visit. Joking, I asked him, "So, you got rid of that girlfriend yet?" He blinked at me, smiled, and said, "Well, actually...yes."
We talked a bit more, he walked outside, and I wrote my phone number down on a sticky note. Walked out right behind him and asked him if he was willing to look at the taillight on my car, which had been bashed in weeks before. I'd gotten the replacement but hadn't got it put in yet. When he said, "Sure!" I was shaking so hard I could barely talk...but I handed him the note with my number on it, asked him to call me before he came over, and I'd tell him how to get there.
That night, he came to my apartment, and we talked for hours. Eventually, he looked at my tail light, said not to worry about taking it to a body shop, he'd bring over his tools another time and fix it... and he kissed me before he left.
After being over at my apartment every night for a week and a half, he finally fixed the light... and I went into mourning, thinking I'd never see him again. But he called again the next night, and the next. Two weeks later, he told me he loved me, and I returned the sentiment. On November 16, I moved in with him, on November 19, my own divorce was final. He asked me to marry him December 1, and I said yes. We were married June 27 of the following year.
Those are the bare bones of the story, of course. In the middle of all that, he won my heart over and over again. The night I told my soon-to-be-ex-husband I was divorcing him—knowing he would take it badly, as he always believed it was just a separation and I’d come to my senses—Corey was there when I sobbed out my anger and heartbreak over what I considered my failure.
Instead of walking away from me when I started crying, as my ex- had done so many times over the years, Corey held out his arms, and I was lost. I asked him, once the flood subsided, why he didn’t run like a scared rabbit. He simply said, “Your tears don’t scare me.”
I was lost too, on the night in December when we found out his dad was going to have to have triple bypass surgery. The pain etched into his face made my chest ache. Somehow, we cobbled the money together and flew to Anchorage in January to be there for the surgery. The night before the surgery, I asked his dad to come to Texas in June to walk me down the aisle. Harold said yes, and five months later, escorted me down the tile floor of a civic hall in the tiny town of Fort Stockton, Texas, to the strains of “What a Wonderful World,” by Louis Armstrong. The song was Corey’s choice, because at heart, he’s a dyed-in-the-wool romantic. I’m still finding out how deep that river runs.
It was 103 degrees the day we got married, and half the town was at my wedding. Everyone was just enjoying the spectacle until my voice broke during my vows, and I heard pretty much every woman in the crowd start to cry. I hadn’t sung in public in years, but at some point, after the pictures—most of the day is a blur—I stood up and sang “At Last,” and no song has ever explained more about the way I was feeling.
At last, my love had come along.
There was another song while we were still dating that haunted me. Somehow, every time he showed up at my door, the Leona Lewis song was playing that put it all together for me then: “Closed off from love, I didn't need the pain / Once or twice was enough, and it was all in vain / Time starts to pass, before you know it you're frozen. / But something happened for the very first time with you / My heart melts into the ground, found something true / And everyone's looking round, thinking I'm going crazy.”
I felt crazy. I was forty-eight years old when I met him, he was thirty-eight. It was not possible that, at this advanced age, I could possibly have fallen in love, and not just fallen in love, but totally gonzo about a man nearly ten years younger than me.
I knew I was completely bats because, for the first time in thirty years, I was beset by jealousy. While we were still in the first weeks of our developing relationship, I made the mistake of asking Corey whether, if the girlfriend asked him to come back, if he would go. He said, “I don’t know.”
Wrong answer.
It left me utterly off-balance, afraid to risk my heart on someone if I was unsure whether it was forever. I risked it anyway, moved in with him, and we had lived together three weeks when she called. She wanted a candle that she’d left there, one with some sentimental meaning.
We had only a few weeks prior dealt with meeting my ex- in the truck stop parking lot, so he told her to meet him there, as well. I guess it just seemed appropriate to him. I had drunk a couple glasses of wine after dinner, and I was a little tipsy, but caught enough of his side of the conversation to understand what was happening. Then, he did the best thing he possibly could have done. He explained the conversation and asked me to go along to meet with her.
So, here we sit, in a dark parking lot, the two of us in his pickup truck. Not a lot was being said, but the emotional tension was sharp enough to slice through the night air. When her car pulls up, he said, “You getting out?” and I shook my head, no. It killed me, but I made sure not to hear their conversation. Once he got back in the truck, I asked him the only question that mattered right that minute. “Did she ask you to come back?” He nodded. “Are you going back?” He shook his head no, smiled, and reached out for my hand. “That won’t be happening,” is all he said.
An hour later, lying in bed with my elbows propped on his chest, we were talking. I could feel the fuzziness of the wine wearing off, and was sitting there grinning at him like some nutcase, because he had just asked, “So are you actually going to wear a dress at the wedding?” and I had told him, “What wedding? You haven’t asked me yet.”
He blinked at me a couple of times, and said “Will you marry me?” And that’s where life began again for me.
I set our wedding date for six days after his fortieth birthday. All I wanted was the first number of our ages to start with the same number. Unfortunately, we got the marriage license a week before his birthday, so the license says he’s thirty-nine. They were polite enough to simply leave my forty-nine-year-old status blank. Gotta love Texans.
Edit - 1. While we were dating. 2. and 3. at the wedding, and 4. last Christmas. I still think he's gorgeous, but that's actually not a really good picture of him.
OK, back to my doin's. Missing JanetR, hope you're peeking in girl, and everything's OK!
Love y'all,
Lisa in AR7 -
Barbara, AHMOD Happy Anniversary!!!
Lanette LOL!!! Keep us posted regarding your communication w/Elon.
Lisa That's a beautiful love story. I'm misty-eyed.
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I think the issue of spouses/partners who are emotionally distant is a thorny one. No partner can meet every need, however, I am fortunate that my partner has figured out some small ways to consistently show her ongoing support for me. I have a comforter that I pull over my lap late at night as I unwind in my recliner after a long work shift. Although she is sound asleep by the time I come home, there is a lamp on, my comforter is clean & folded near my chair, and the TV remote is within reach. She asks if she can make me a cup of tea or coffee almost every morning. She does my laundry, and she has taken responsibility for ordering all the supplies for the dogs. She keeps the deck clean/blown off and the birds fed. She does part of the household shopping and part of the yardwork. She is very good at figuring out what gifts to give me, and because I don't want more "stuff", she really has to be observant (a new pair of badly needed Crocs was my last birthday gift). She gently bugs me about mammograms & colonoscopies, but not too much (I am current on both). To top it off, we travel well together & collaborate well on most projects. I won't mention the things that drive me up a wall. I am certainly no picnic to live with. I know I am fortunate, and if either of us becomes infirm, the balance will change, but for now it works very well. There is something to be said for having a female partner, I think. I have had both.
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It will be interesting to see if I get a "Disagree" on this post, LOL! For the record, it wasn't me who "Disagreed" with Vicki or Pip.
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