Are You Up For The Challenge????

One of the lovely side effects of being a non-smoker is the amazing amount of weight you can gain.

I promised myself I wouldn’t trip over packing on the pounds.

And I haven’t. Too much. I’ve tried a couple of half-hearted attempts at exercising.

And Then!

I Saw This!


My best friend and I have decided to do this challenge. Our plan is to do our workout Monday through Friday. (We’ll need the weekend to recuperate the first week!) I wanted to put this out there for you guys to see if you’re interested in joining us. I will be putting up daily reports on how we fared on my tumblr: whosthathchelle


5 Months, 8 Days, 14 Hours……….


since I lit up and smoked my last cigarette, according to my handy-dandy QuitIt app. If you’re a former smoker, you understand what the last few months of my life have been like.

It’s hard to believe as a 12-year-old, I thought smoking was oh-so-cool. Now, as a woman turning 45 this year, I regret lighting up that first cigarette. Let me clarify: I DID NOT smoke from 12 until 44. I didn’t  join in as a ‘real smoker’ until I was around 15 or 16. My friends did it. My parents were chain smokers. It was a part of my world for as long as I can remember.

Another thing I remember is getting car sick on long road trips with my parents as they smoked. Looking back, I don’t know why they didn’t crack or roll down the windows during those endless miles. My complaints weren’t met with the obvious reaction. Instead, we’d pull into the nearest rest area so I could get somewhat of a break, as they continued to smoke.

I also remember learning in school,  cigarettes would kill my parents. I rectified that situation by throwing away newly purchased cartons of cigarettes. Problem solved, right? Uh no! More like I ended up in trouble. I was worried about my parents but it was still a time where the Marlboro man was cool and smoking was just the thing to do. My parents weren’t concerned with the years worth of damage  smoking was doing to their health. In fact, my mom ended up on an oxygen machine during the last few years of her life. Ironically, the first time I went over to see her and the new oxygen machine, she was sitting in bed smoking!

I will admit, I was the adult smoker, puffing away, warning the younger generation of the perils of the nicotine addiction. One of my most ironic and sad memories relating to smoking is: A good friend of mine, who use to babysit my daughter, was outside, you guessed it, smoking, when I arrived. I did what any good smoker does and lit up a cigarette to join her. Tears streamed down her face as she delivered the bad news: her grandmother had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. My heart sank and clenched with pain for my friend and her family, even as we both puffed and puffed away. Despite the news, neither one of us thought, it’s time to quit smoking.

Fast forward a few years. My daughter is in elementary school and has asked me to accompany her class on a field trip to one of our state parks. Sure, why not, I think. It’s Spring, the weather is perfect and I’d never been to this particular park. Yeah, lemme tell you. Little did I know her teacher and the teacher she partnered up with were evidently in training for an Olympic type of marathon! Initially, I did give it a good-hearted attempt to keep up with the teachers-determined-to-whip-me-into-shape. I even made sure to keep the stragglers caught up with us. That’s right, I was the BEAST! For the first five minutes.

Then my smoker’s lungs started kicking in. Sweat glands I didn’t know existed made their presence known. Luckily, I’d established with the teachers from hell  I was in charge of the stragglers, so it became easy to slow it on down and walk their pace. No longer was I encouraging them to keep up, I was begging THEM to s-l-o-w down! I can remember at one point where they gave up on me trying to catch up with them. Not only did we finish the walk in 2.5 miliseconds, we also had to wait another 20 something hours for the other classes to arrive at the meeting point. Okay, okay, so I’m exaggerating just a little.

It was at that point I knew I had to quit smoking. There was no reason for me to be in my 30’s and ready to keel over from what should have been an invigorating walk. My mind was made up and I quit. For over 2 years. At least, in the sense that I didn’t buy cigarettes. I didn’t smoke cigarettes. But I never stopped feigning for cigarettes. It was oh-so easy to start back up. I’ll just smoke when: fill-in-the-blank. And then as I became more comfortable with the different allowances to smoke, I was a full-time smoker again.

Now, I am back into the world of not smoking. Again. After another attempt back in August of last year. I went three weeks before I just had to smoke again. I have been wanting to post about  my non-smoking journey that began a few months ago but honestly, I was afraid that I would have given in again. I am trying, no not trying, I am succeeding at being a non-smoker. The first month really didn’t bother me. It’s been the second month going into the third that had me going absolutely bonkers! It was through a newsletter for people who have quit smoking that I read once you get to the third month and haven’t smoked, your chances for remaining a non-smoker increase tremendously. That is what I held onto for dear life as the days from 2 months into 3 months slowed down drastically.

I’m still struggling with the addiction part at times but not so much that I am willing to taint my non-smoking lips and lungs! The app does tell me how much money I’ve saved as well as how my body is healing. Like most smokers who quit,  I have packed on the pounds.  I can’t even say it’s because food tastes so much better. It’s because I want to SMOKE! The next phase of kicking the habit is to turn my eating habits around. I knew I would gain weight and gave myself a time period to substitute one oral fixation for another. Temporarily, that is!  And so the determination continues into another day I can add to my time of kicking the habit. I’m off into the next journey of kicking the jiggly off my belly!

Any addictions you quit? How many times did it take you? What are some words of advice and encouragement you can give the rest of us?

All I Want Is My Two Front Teeth

I’ve had quite a few people tell me, ‘I don’t dream.’  I’ve read and heard we all dream but most people don’t remember them. Aside from liking sleep because it’s sleep, I look forward to the dreams my mind creates. Most of the time, I don’t ‘read’ into my dreams or try to understand what they mean. Typically, I just think of my dreams as movies while I’m sleeping. But every once in a while, I will have a dream which makes me curious and open to trying to interpret what my mind created.

I have a couple of recurrent dreams: One where I have the ability to jump high, high, in the air, almost as if I have wings and can fly. It never fails, I end up jumping too high, get that scared feeling in my stomach, and then figure, enjoy the ride! (Once the fear has subsided, I realize I can control the flight down.)

The other dream, is where my teeth are either loose or they fall out. Usually, I can put my teeth back where they were but always with the apprehension they might fall out again. Up until the most recent dream, the loose teeth were my back teeth. This time, however, it was my two front teeth. It caused me great anxiety in this dream because teeth missing from the back of your mouth aren’t as obvious when you smile. Missing front teeth are obvious when you smile. And I’m a big cheeser!

It made me curious about what losing my teeth could symbolize so I went to see what the internet had to show me.

A common theme I came across is that dreams of losing teeth symbolize the loss of youth or anxiety of getting older. Hmmm, when I thought about it, I realized lately I have been taking a look at my age and mortality. I’ve peeked in the mirror and have noticed wrinkles becoming more apparent to me. My once thick hair, isn’t so thick.  I can see a correlation between the two.

Interestingly, teeth also represents family. Your upper teeth represent male family members and your lower teeth represent female family members. Front teeth represent siblings and kids. Molars represent your parents and grandparents, whereas the other teeth represent aunts and uncles. Go figure, huh? I have an idea about the front teeth theory I will share at a later time. (I’ve had some interesting dynamics and life changes over the last nine months, to say the least.)

There was also some talk about losing teeth which could mean you want to ‘sink your teeth into something major’ or perhaps, you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. I’d have to say that both are probably true for me at this point, although the lines aren’t too clear for now.

I found the possible meaning of my dream to be interesting in how it can relate to my life. But I will admit, I was more intrigued and tickled to find a frog with missing teeth, seeing how I collect frogs! 

Do you have a recurring dream? What is it about it? What do you think it means? 

Share Your World-Week 37

1. Do you believe in the afterlife? Reincarnation? Very interesting first question. I know I have had moments of deja vu; where you feel like you’ve lived a moment before, although technically, that’s impossible. Or so they say. I’ve often wondered, what if we are reincarnated, to right the wrongs, fix the mistakes, improve and appreciate what we did right the previous time around. I do believe in God. I do believe in Heaven. But I won’t pretend that I don’t question things. I get the concept of faith and what it means. I understand that just fine but I am curious at the same time about some of the different belief systems we have in the world. The bottom line is, we really don’t know what happens after we die. 

2. For your computer Mac or Windows-based computer? Desktop, lap top or other? I have a Windows-based computer although I have used Mac’s before when I worked for a newspaper company. I also did a little rep work for Apple products. After using both, I have to say that I easily adjust to whatever’s in front of me. I think each operating system has its advantages. I would much rather play my S3 on a window but the creativity factor is endless on a Mac. Up until this lap top, I’d always owned a desk top. I admit, I was a little resistant to lap tops but now that I have one, I think I’d prefer to have a desktop for my office and the lap top for home. 

3. If you could witness any event, past, present, or future, what would it be? For me, I would love to go back in time and hear Martin Luther King, Jr. give his ‘I Have A Dream’ speech. I can’t tell you what it is that has always pulled me to him or that speech. I remember, in junior high, our music class was putting on a musical of sorts. There was a solo speaking part which had a few lines from the ‘I Have A Dream’ speech.  I have no doubt it was my crazy enthusiasm that won me the part. I have to say, doing those few lines during the show is a memory I will always cherish. 

4. What are you reading, fiction or non-fiction, or studying and would you recommend it? I just finished reading ‘Monster’ by A. Lee Martinez. I typically get most of my books at the Dollar Tree so I usually don’t have any idea of what the author is like. I was pleasantly surprised and very drawn into this book. If you enjoy fun, zany magic and the idea of realms of life we might not acknowledge, this is a book for you. Studying? I tend to study things relating to my field. Right now, I’m getting ready to delve into the world of research by Aaron Beck (Cognitive Behavior Therapy) on borderlines and CBT. I’d recommend learning about CBT if you’re interested in human behavior and changes. 

Come check it out!

Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number

In a previous post, I confessed I am a secret judge. The other night, I took a stroll down the videos of talent and those with dreams. I came across a group called, The Zimmers. I was instantly curious and couldn’t wait to watch the video!

What an absolute delightful group!

I knew in that instant, they are the type of people, commonly called——————>elderly, I want to be when I’m their ages. My body may age over the years but my mind and spirit will remain alert and young!

Are they not absolutely delightful????!!!! Gone are the stereotypes that as we get older we lose our ability to have fun, to do crazy, zany things. Where is it written we’re to be tucked away in a retirement home, living only through memories.

How do you picture yourself in your Golden Years?

Aging Shmaging!

Okay, first off, I don’t think “shmaging” is really a word but that’s what popped into my head. I’ve been coming across quite a few posts lately talking about anti-aging products and skincare. It started me thinking about my own aging process.

I find some irony in this: When I was in my childhood years, I always looked older than what I really was. It wasn’t really an issue, so to speak, but it did present some you’re-a-liar looks when my parents and I would go somewhere and they would say my age. People would sometimes act like my parents were trying to get me in somewhere for a cheaper price. For the most part, people didn’t flat out refuse. I remember one particular time when I went to the movies with a friend. We had just moved back from Germany and I’d forgotten my I.D. card. Yes, I did look older than 11 but I wasn’t. They didn’t believe us and we had to pay the adult price for me to get in. Of course, as a teen I didn’t mind looking older. It had some advantages but I won’t get into it. My daughter might read this.

Now, as I’m in my early 40’s, I hear people tell me, “You don’t look your age.” I think a lot of that has to do with I don’t act like a grown up. The childish behavior throws them off and they’re shocked to find out that I really shouldn’t be acting the way I am. Alright, not really. I’ve been lucky to have good genes passed down to me. My mom is in her 60’s and most people are shocked to find that out. She has always taken great care of her face and skin. Hell, her skin and face are in better condition than mine. I’ve managed to skate through so far without a skincare routine.

But I am starting to see the subtle signs of aging. Whether real or imagined, I see them. For the most part, I notice it more when I’m stressed. It seems to really jump out at me then. Probably what I focus on the most is the silver in my dark hair. I’ve been dealing with the occassional gray hair here and there since my 20’s. I don’t buy into the if you pull it 10 more grow back. It doesn’t stop me from yanking.

The other night, I noticed a silver hair. I had the impulse to pull. So I did. And as I yanked, I caught sight of a hair that wasn’t silver. Oh crap, I just pulled the wrong hair. (My eyes are getting worse too.) I held the hair in my fingers and started looking at it, feeling slightly confused. Huh. It was one of those odd hairs. The bottom part of the strand was my natural color and the newer growth was the silver. I found this to be hiliarious. I tried desperately to get a good picture of it but it didn’t show the contrast very well.

For the most part, getting older really isn’t bothering me as far as the aging process goes. I have my moments where I buy the products that are suppose to help but after a day or two, I lose interest in dealing with the routine. Our true beauty is a reflection of who we are on the inside. I have met some beautiful people who ruin their beauty by the ugliness inside. And I have met some people who would be called average or plain, who have the most stunning beauty due to who they are.

I guess for me, I don’t pay too much attention to getting older. There are some things I don’t like but for the most part, I’m not hung up on it. I have the days I notice more but on the whole, I just go on about my business.

Has the aging process bothered you? 
How do you deal with it?

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