A shopping tour of Dock Square in Kennebunkport. These benches are a great place to enjoy an ice cream cone in summer.
Catching my breath at the halfway point on my training ride Sunday. 10.5 miles. 34 degrees. It didn't kill me, but I will need a different bike saddle.
Wendy's Bees
...a journal of my days and my thoughts
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Plans for Moving Forward, Part Two: MBTI and 20/20
According to the MBTI (Meyers-Briggs Type Indicator), I am an ENFJ. An extrovert, energized by being around and interacting with other people. It is important to remember that one is not completely one or the other, introvert or extrovert on the MBTI, just one more than the other. I consider myself a pragmatic extrovert. What is that you may ask? Well, I am energized by interacting with people I feel comfortable around, and I have cultivated the ability to "fake it til I make it" when I'm around people who threaten or intimidate me. Some people and many social situations really drain me, drain my energy.
I can be very shy, and I am selective about how much I reveal about myself. I definitely cultivate a public persona.
When I started this blog, I wanted a place to express myself, and to share and exchange with like-minded people. I worried about whether I was getting myself into something that I would regret. Would viewers challenge me on what I express? Would anyone target me with malice? Would I be opening myself up too much just to gain common understanding of a few?
I can also be very shy about having my picture taken. And by "shy" here, I mean vain. I can honestly say that I believe myself to be prettier than I am. You know those comparison pictures used to illustrate the discrepancy between reality and perception for a person who suffers body dysmorphia? I have that in the opposite way. My self-image is way more flattering than the lies that cameras and mirrors reveal to me. It may be shallow, but I want to be beautiful. So I use cameras and mirrors sparingly. That is why there are at this time only 2 images I have posted of myself on the internet. (I can't help any that others have posted on FB on TBT from our high school yearbook.)
I took a face selfie for my FB page. It was so hard to do. I did my hair and makeup, chose my lighting, took lots of different selfies. I wonder if I would have photoshopped my dark circles and wrinkles if I knew how. I chose one, cropped it, and posted it on my profile. I cringe when I see it. That was about 2 years ago. The second photo is the one heading up my last post. My husband took it. I made him take a few shots at different angles. I am wearing no makeup, but I'm quite obscured by bike helmet, sunglasses and even earmuffs. But even still, I cringe. There is no camouflaging my overweight body and chubby cheeks.
Why am I putting myself through this? Because I think it is part of a journey to improving my physical and mental health. It is said that to be effective in setting and reaching goals, it is important to define where you are and where you want to go. So, that photo is a starting line of sorts, and the starting line of the PMC will be a finishing line of sorts. I am going to try to document my journey here.
On Monday, I started Dr Phil's 20/20 diet and took a bike ride, did some resistance work at YMCA. Tuesday, I took a Deep Water Fitness class at the Y. The weather took a turn to colder and windier, so no bike ride; yesterday I exerted myself shampooing carpets. I have already lost a couple of pounds, am generally more active around the house. My muscles are complaining a little (okay, a lot), so I'm drinking lots more water, and doing stretches and even taking a little acetaminophen as needed.
I will try to blog other things too, so as not to bore you too much with this journey Balance is good!
Hey, for fun, if you have stopped in today and ever taken the MBTI, will you comment with what personality type you are?
I can be very shy, and I am selective about how much I reveal about myself. I definitely cultivate a public persona.
When I started this blog, I wanted a place to express myself, and to share and exchange with like-minded people. I worried about whether I was getting myself into something that I would regret. Would viewers challenge me on what I express? Would anyone target me with malice? Would I be opening myself up too much just to gain common understanding of a few?
I can also be very shy about having my picture taken. And by "shy" here, I mean vain. I can honestly say that I believe myself to be prettier than I am. You know those comparison pictures used to illustrate the discrepancy between reality and perception for a person who suffers body dysmorphia? I have that in the opposite way. My self-image is way more flattering than the lies that cameras and mirrors reveal to me. It may be shallow, but I want to be beautiful. So I use cameras and mirrors sparingly. That is why there are at this time only 2 images I have posted of myself on the internet. (I can't help any that others have posted on FB on TBT from our high school yearbook.)
I took a face selfie for my FB page. It was so hard to do. I did my hair and makeup, chose my lighting, took lots of different selfies. I wonder if I would have photoshopped my dark circles and wrinkles if I knew how. I chose one, cropped it, and posted it on my profile. I cringe when I see it. That was about 2 years ago. The second photo is the one heading up my last post. My husband took it. I made him take a few shots at different angles. I am wearing no makeup, but I'm quite obscured by bike helmet, sunglasses and even earmuffs. But even still, I cringe. There is no camouflaging my overweight body and chubby cheeks.
Why am I putting myself through this? Because I think it is part of a journey to improving my physical and mental health. It is said that to be effective in setting and reaching goals, it is important to define where you are and where you want to go. So, that photo is a starting line of sorts, and the starting line of the PMC will be a finishing line of sorts. I am going to try to document my journey here.
On Monday, I started Dr Phil's 20/20 diet and took a bike ride, did some resistance work at YMCA. Tuesday, I took a Deep Water Fitness class at the Y. The weather took a turn to colder and windier, so no bike ride; yesterday I exerted myself shampooing carpets. I have already lost a couple of pounds, am generally more active around the house. My muscles are complaining a little (okay, a lot), so I'm drinking lots more water, and doing stretches and even taking a little acetaminophen as needed.
I will try to blog other things too, so as not to bore you too much with this journey Balance is good!
Hey, for fun, if you have stopped in today and ever taken the MBTI, will you comment with what personality type you are?
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Plans for Moving Forward: Part 1 "I Must Be Mad"
Moving forward is such a good idea. I like both parts: “moving” and “forward”. Here, just now, I am focusing
on the cognitive and physical acts of “moving” and “forward”.
I agree with what Miranda Esmonde-White says
about aging and taking care of your body. I catch her on PBS once in a while. She stresses the importance of movement and gently challenging your
flexibility, balance and strength. I find that when I move
my body, my mental health improves, too.
My mental health has been impacted by grieving, in addition
to the annual winter blues (SAD), and an awareness of the toll age has taken on
my mental agility. I am increasingly
aware of certain maladaptive patterns I have in response to things that hurt or
frustrate me. I mean sulking and a tendency toward self-pity. And then there’s
denial. I now find that, when faced with
life’s worst insults (the loss of loved ones), these flimsy coping
strategies don’t serve me well. I must be thoughtful, intentional, or
better put, strategic, about “moving forward” with my mental health in order to salvage
my functionality!
My physical health has taken a hit, mainly in the area of
overall fitness. Whatever healthy habits
I developed were disrupted by last-minute trains to Boston when David was in one crisis or
another. Eating in hospital cafeterias,
sleeping in family waiting areas, long periods of just sitting, pacing,
worrying. Hours spent ruminating on “what
if” scenarios, making Plans A, B, and C, and then starting all over again as circumstances
changed. Oh my….suddenly a simple act
like going for a walk borders on impossible, and unfortunately,
unimportant.
One thing I have found in my grieving process is that I am
very angry, principally with cancer.
Cancer has taken my father, my brother, my stepfather. My great-grandmother lost both her baby and
her life to ovarian cancer when she was in her 30’s, leaving behind a husband
with 5 children, 3 of whom survived colon cancer.
It has finally dawned on me that grieving and healing will
involve dealing with my anger. So I'm channeling my anger to do what I can to defeat
cancer. My brother David was blessed
immensely by his care at Dana Farber Cancer Institute in Boston .
They have a huge fundraiser to support cancer research, the largest of
its kind. Every year, they hold a
bicycle ride across Massachusetts: the PanMass Challenge. Riders can
participate in distances that suit them, from “virtual” riding (which is
fundraising without actually riding a bicycle, all the way to pedaling the
whole distance from Sturbridge to Provincetown
in 2 days (192 miles). I’m pretty angry,
so, throwing caution to the wind, I have registered for the full distance. (Crazy?
Yup. Mad in both senses: angry
and crazy.)
The PanMass Challenge is first and foremost a
fundraiser. The money needed to keep
cancer research funded is staggering. David
participated in a clinical trial for the medicine nivolumab, and later, for
pembrolizimab. The associated cost was
overwhelming, but he didn’t have to pay because he was essentially donating his
body as part of the experiment. I can’t
even imagine what the additional costs were in hospital stays, neurosurgeries
(to remove spinal tumors), testing, testing, more testing, rehab facility, etc,
etc, etc.
When a rider registers for the PMC, she commits to raising thousands of dollars to cancer research.
I have a long way to go, both in physical preparation and in campaigning
for funds.
If you are still reading this, I am appealing to you to
consider making a donation for this worthy cause. Surely, your life has been impacted by this
horrid disease. Maybe you can donate in memory of someone you love and have lost, or in honor of someone who has waged war and won, or someone in the struggle.
I am riding in memory of David, Dad, and Jim, and 2 people I’ve
never met:
1) Tim Moore, who is the brother my friend Mary
lost to melanoma 5 years ago; and
2) (in honor of, not in memory of ) President
Jimmy Carter, who received pembrolizimab at the same time as David did, and for
the same reason (4 melanoma brain tumors).
But my anger and determination, my ride is big enough to
carry your will to beat this enemy too.
By the time I reach Provincetown ,
my driving force will be Hope. And in
such an epic battle, Hope is everything.
To donate online, follow this link: Donate here to my rider page. You can donate anonymously or publicly; your amount can be confidential if you wish. Either way, your donation becomes a
tangible tribute. If you make a donation or not, make a comment in memory of, or in honor of someone you love who has or has had cancer. Many thanks.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
For the Longest Time....
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Summer's End
Sunset over the Saco River |
"What good is the warmth of summer,
without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
------John Steinbeck
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So I consulted the calendar, and it told me that the last of day of summer this year is September 23.
This year, more than ever, I feel very rushed by the cadence of time passing me by.
I don't tolerate heat well, and for years, by the time August rolls around, I am checking weather forecasts hoping to see cooler temperatures in the offing.
Not sure why, but not so this year. I am more at peace with Summer. I have embraced sweating perspiring, and learned to love a cool and refreshing afternoon bath. And then there's the sprinkler to keep growing things going; make sure to wear flip flops, cool water on the feet always helps.
Oh my gosh, I just love these two sooooo much! (Evan and Christina) |
It probably has more to do with my Empty Nest. The youngest has gone off to college, as have the older two, who were home for the summer.
Caution: Wake |
So, I'm going to eeeaase myself along through this transition. First, I'll recap the summer, and get some of its stories off my chest. And then, I'll strike out for the adventures the future holds.
Coming with me?
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Slideshow, Part 6 CMBG
Won't you come sit here with me? I've just poured coffee. Do you take milk or sugar?
I've given up looking for inspiration for this post. I'm not quite sure what to write about.
And so, I've decided to let the pictures do the work.
A Weeping Norway Spruce...that's right, weeping, like a willow. A genetic mutation apparently. |
Looking back up the hill, as we stroll down to the lake. You can see the rose arbor. |
I can't remember what these are, I've seen them before. I adore the lacy foliage. |
The trail curves back and forth in tight hairpin loops down the steep hillside. |
This picture came out poorly, too much in shade. I had to take it though, because it reminded me of this. Half Dome, in miniature. |
Ansel Adams |
Rest here, in the shade, with this not-so-shy fern.
Looking down a dry stream bed, left behind from the spring snowmelt runoff. |
That's all I've got for today.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary...or CMBG, Part 5
I should have been named "Mary", but as far as I know, that was never on the list of possibilities.
I remember, when young, loving so many different kinds of flowers, and being even a little indignant of the exalted position of the rose.
I had the same reaction to diamonds, and gold jewelry, satin and lace and eventually champagne..... Perhaps I was a champion of the underdog? It just bothered me to have the beauty of non-roses be overlooked, even slighted. I made it up to violets and daisies by cherishing them all the more, while secretly wishing they had fragrance like the lush lilacs outside my parents' bedroom window.
While Lady's Mantle can stand on its own, it makes a gorgeous backdrop for .... |
...Pink Roses! |
Peace
Sterling Silver
Fragrant Cloud (!)
Irish Gold
Abraham Lincoln
Angel Face
are the names I remember easily, but there were more. All so lovely, how could I not love them?
I was so happy to discover that Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens had a Rose Arbor.
And no doubt in years to come, there will be climbing roses making use of the wooden structure.
For now, clematis is doing its best.
And now, having allowed myself to fall head-over-heals in love with roses, I admit to having found the rose garden a bit sparse and actually diluted by companion plantings, however lovely in their own right. I hope to see, in time, an ever-growing variety of types and colors, and intoxicating perfumes!
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"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or
rejoice because thorn bushes have roses."
-----Abraham Lincoln
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