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Week Three at BBC

OK, I am now finished with week 3 and I can see why Dave's comment means so much - work out buddy or at least someone to keep me for sabotaging myself. So, I don't believe in confession, but I am keeping myself and my followers honest - so I have to admit, I did not go on Tuesday. Why? Well, I was tired - really tired and feeling like I was getting sick. So, instead of BBC I ended up taking a 2 hour nap.
On top of this I have missed 3 weeks of my yoga class.
My head falls in shame.
But - I did go to BBC today and my ass was tired. OMG, she works us so hard. I mean the class starts out boom with moving around in a circle. Then the weights, bands, ball, push-ups - yikes! The good news for this week is not only did I make it to class tonight, but I also went up in weights. My heavy weight was a four pounder and I believe next time I am going to a five pounder.

So, where did you self - sabotage this week? Any place?

Week Two BBC

Oh my God! My poor aching body! I don't think there is a spot left that isn't sore.

I have now gone only 3 times - once last week and two times this week.

Sunday I had gone for a 7 mile bike ride around Hillsboro. Now for those who know me - you need to know I stayed on my bike. I set out with the intention I would stay on my bike and not fall off. I almost only fell twice - but stayed on. I felt great. That was Sunday.

Tuesday was back to bootcamp and I felt OK. Today, I ache!!! But this is a good thing - right - it means I am working some areas (upper left thigh and hip)that haven't been worked in a while. When I was working out myself - I guess I missed certain areas that my dear instructor is finding!

So weights! I have graduated to my heavy weight and medium weight as 3 pounds - hey no laughing - I started with 2 pound weights. Next week I am going to 4 pounds for heavy, 3 for med and 2 for light. I am slowly moving up. You wouldn't want me to hurt myself, would you.
So, comments - where have you pushed yourself this week? Hummm?????

First Boomer Boot Camp Week

I missed the first day of Bootcamp because of still being sore from my bike accident. However, I did make it to the second class today. I was able to do it, just kept the weights light and had some trouble following all the steps - but I know I will make it.
So are any of you in an exercise program to undo the years of not doing? What is it like? What keeps you motivated?

Boomer Camp Here I come

OK, tomorrow I start Boomer Bootcamp. It is an intense workout program to get my out of shape bod into shape. So, here I am 60 years old and ready to start an having someone direct me how to work out. My body is scared. Two days a week! Doesn't help that I fell off my bike today - again!
OK I will post again tomorrow.

It's time folks

OK, the time of complaining and making excuses is over. It is time to start putting some action out there. One way is to make new choices and one of those choices can be to live without fear!!!
I am starting a new Fearless Living course next month - September 18th. It will end right before the holidays. Those wonderful, horribly, awful holidays when all the family goblins come out of hiding.
Maybe this year you can escape the family tradition of upset stomach, foul moods, and gossip about old Uncle Henry and weird Aunt Ruth and instead experience joy, love, and contentment - yeah it is possible.
It is a choice! Make it a good one. Check out Fearless Living on my website and see if it might be just what you are looking for.

The Wabi-Sabi Way

The Wabi-Sabi Way

As I read the magazine about the “way,” I asked the same question I am sure you are asking now - What the heck is The Wabi-Sabi Way?

Well, it is the “way” I plan on being and thinking from now on.

Wabi-Sabi is when you realize that you are not going to be perfect, your life is not going to be perfect, you are never going to look like Paris Hilton (that’s if you wanted to look like Paris Hilton). It’s also when you realize that your spouse is not perfect, that your kids will never be the genius that discovers the cure for why men go to war, and that you will not keep up with the Jones no matter how hard you try.

The term has Japanese origins and basically describes, “the beauty to be found in that which is incomplete or imperfect.” Wow!!!

So, now I knew what Wabi-Sabi was – but what does it look like? According to the article, an old weathered barn is Wabi-Sabi, as is that old worn t-shirt that you can’t give up, and that comfortable beat up chair from Fraiser. All Wabi-Sabi! In Japan an artist will make sure an art piece has one mistake in it just remind people of the concept of Wabi-Sabi. I guess I can call my dropped stitches in knitting as Wabi-Sabi - I will just pretend I did it on purpose.

But what would happen if we went through life deciding to NOT be perfect and instead to allow our imperfections to shine – our personal Wabi-Sabi? How would life become easier – less stressful – less complicated? How much would our blood pressure decrease if you said, “Oh, it’s OK – It’s Wabi-Sabi!?”

Wabi-Sabi is authentic and simple. It is a natural beauty. As we grow older, Wabi-Sabi allows us to be OK with the parts of us that change. A wrinkle becomes perfect imperfection.

Wabi-Sabi doesn’t mean we don’t try to do better, it simply means that we are at peace with things as they change. You never know how that change may work to your advantage. For example, when I lost my job a few years back I thought this is awful, devastating. But then I discovered coaching – and nothing has been the same since. It completely changed my life for the better. It didn’t happen in one day – it took time – Wabi-Sabi!

How can you make The Wabi-Sabi Way a part of your life? How will it change the way you see things? My suggestion, make Wabi-Sabi a conscious decision and enjoy the journey of life with all its imperfections.

Blessings, Judith Auslander