Sorry for going offline–AGAIN!

I put off writing this blog post because I was lazy. I was lacking the words to express my thoughts. I was just procrastinating and allowing the dead of winter to get to me. Even though we had some really amazing weather in February I could not get motivated. I stayed busy with other things. It was not like I was sitting around stuffing my face. I continued to workout every evening but I felt stagnant, if that makes any sense. It was so easy to binge on old tv series. I had friends constantly telling me to check out a specific show so I spent way too many hours watching multiple seasons of old shows to feel like I was back “in the loop” of pop culture.

Recently, I noticed something interesting. My eating was not horrific in terms of what I was eating but I was being sloppy and eating more than what my body needed. Wings at BDubs? No problem. Pizza on Sunday night? Sure. More desserts than usual due to multiple restaurant visits? Yup. Popcorn with that series binge? Of course. Snacking throughout the day rather than eating meals? Daily. More glasses of wine than just one night a week? Check.

All of this added up to unwanted pounds in my belly. My pants were tight and it looked BAD. I continued my workouts but the added calories were not erased when I exercised. What was interesting to me was that my jeans fit tightly BUT in the past if I had weighed that and not exercised I would never have gotten into those jeans in the first place. Exercise tones-no doubt about it, but one cannot out train a bad diet.

I have to stand up in a May wedding. When I saw the dress that was enough to kick my ass into high gear and start changing my habits. I also changed up my workout. I decided to try Shaun T’s T25 (Beachbody). Lots of jumping which you know I am NOT a fan of but I am enduring. Only on Day three so we will see how long I last. Miss those weights but after one month of training, supposedly weights will be reintroduced. Only my calves are sore so I am a tad worried I am not working hard enough. I guess we will see. I can barely get through the whole 25 minutes without some 10 second rests. I know I suck at cardio. I have big hopes for this program so I expect results.

My dress was scheduled to be in by mid April but I just got an email that it was shipped. I will soon see how it will fit and how much back fat I will need to lose. That dress hanging there will be good motivation. Interestingly for me, staying motivated to workout is much easier than controlling my eating. I know my body and its limit is nor more than 1100-1200 calories per day. One splurge a few times a week is OK but my body will pack on the pounds if I splurge daily. Do you do things anyway, even though you know you shouldn’t? Thats me. I just went with the flow and it made me fall back into a world of regret. As fast as I slip, I can quickly fix it with slower results. That is the answer isn’t it? To fix it.

Don’t stay stagnant like I did. MOVE! Make the change. The quicker we change, the faster the result and no regrets.

Summer bodies are made in the winter!

 

 

So Sweet

Meet a man who’s been leaving a cold water bottle for a stranger — for six months

Jason Wright Opinion

On July 28, 2016, Rosie Gagnon laced up her running shoes for her daily loop up and down the generous hills of Virginia’s Shenandoah County. The air was thick and soupy and the thermometer was begging for a break by mid-morning.

When Rosie hit mile six of eight, the water she’d packed along was gone and her face was bright red. As she passed by one particular home, a man pulling down the driveway stopped and poked his head out the window.

“It’s sure hot out here. Would you like a bottle of water?” He held it out for her. “I’ve got an extra.”

“Really?” Rosie was startled. Most of her interactions with motorists involve swearing, lectures, honking and a common one-fingered gesture that doesn’t usually accompany a smile and an attagirl.

“That’s so nice,” she said. “Thank you.”

But while the first lines of their story aren’t particularly remarkable, the next are extraordinary.

“My name is Bruce and I see you running almost every day. Would you like me to leave you a cold water bottle here on the phone post?”

Her jaw dropped. “You’d do that? Really?”

Yes, really. And the next day when Rosie hit mile six of eight, there was a cold bottle awaiting her on a green telephone box at the edge of the road.

Then another, and another, and another.

The man, Bruce Riffey, continued the routine six days a week — Rosie doesn’t run on Sundays — through the rest of the summer and into the holiday season. On the days when he returned home from work and the bottle was still there, he simply returned it to his refrigerator and put it back in place the next morning.

When Bruce noticed a man running alongside her on Saturdays, he left two bottles and eventually introduced himself to Rosie’s husband, Jason.

As a small thank you, the Gagnons left homemade bread, chocolates and even a Christmas card in the same spot where the water waited each day.

“I just never expected this kindness. It floored me!” Rosie told me in a recent interview. “To remember to leave it every single morning? I mean it’s easy to be nice once, we all do that, but over and over every day in your routine? That’s pretty incredible.”

Rosie noted the perfect placement. She packs along her own water, of course, but it never lasts quite as long as she needs. But there, with a huge hill looming in her final stretch, she always knows there’s help ahead.

Rosie estimates her Good Samaritan friend has left over 100 bottles since that first muggy morning in July. But when reminded of this, Bruce smiled and deflected the attention. “It’s nothing, really. Sooner or later we all learn life isn’t about stuff. The best things we have are things we can’t pay for. And I’m just doing what my parents taught me. Giving a stranger a drink.”

Of course, Rosie disagrees. “It’s much more than that. Because of him, I push myself a little harder. I can go a little faster and a little farther because of that simple act of kindness.”

More than six months since that first bottle, the message is just as valuable as the water. Much like her eight-mile loop through the hills west of Woodstock, life has plenty of ups and downs. But when there’s kindness in your path, there’s hope that no hill is too steep.

“Hopefully,” Rosie said with a laugh, “we have many years of water-bottle friendship left in us.”

While Bruce will certainly continue downplaying the value of his daily acts of kindness, the rest of us won’t.

Sure, Rosie gets the water, but we all get the lesson.

Jason F. Wright is a New York Times bestselling author, columnist and speaker. His newest book “A Letter to Mary: The Savior’s Loving Letter to His Mother” is available on Amazon. Subscribe to his weekly columns, join him on Facebook and follow him on Twitter.