Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Changing Circumstances

I'm reading a great book by Sonja Lyubomirsky called The How of Happiness. While it sounds a bit like a self-help resource, it's packed full of fascinating scientific research on happiness. (Plus, it was on the bargain rack at Barnes & Noble. How could I go wrong?)

One idea that's really struck me is hedonic adaption, which is basically a fancy way to say that we're greedy and we aren't very good at counting our blessings. Positive experiences happen in our lives, and they give us a temporary boost in happiness, but over time, that boost wears off. In other words, happiness is like a drug, and we're always looking for that next hit after we come down from our high.

We know firsthand that God blesses us tremendously. But instead of giving thanks and appreciating what we have, we just expect more when the new wears off, much like a child grows tired of a new toy and begs for a new one despite an overflowing toy box at home. Suddenly, we think that we are very unhappy if we aren't getting more. We compare our house, car, clothes, looks, jobs, etc. to those of our neighbors, friends and family, and try to measure up.

How interesting (and completely wrong) that we assume we will be happier by changing our circumstances -- whether our job, looks, home, income or posessions. Lyubomirsky points out numerous studies that show that such changes do little to provide lasting joy.

This year, Cody and I did some work to undo the aforementioned "changes in circumstances" that we'd made in the past several years, during which we bought whatever we wanted, as if the new would never wear off. We just figured that we both made good money, so we could afford it. And on paper, we could. But like most Americans, we were up to our ears in payments. Trust me, the glitter of a new Jeep wears off two years later. We stopped and realized that if we continued this pattern, we'd forever be making payments on things that really didn't make us any happier than before.

This year, we began to work on changing our thinking. Call it the economy, call it downsizing, whatever. I think of it as reprioritizing, thanks to a little help from Dave Ramsey and our new paradigm. We watch our budget now, knowing that spending doesn't bring happiness. In fact, we began to realize that the material things in our lives were doing just the opposite -- making us miserable!

The biggest change we've made was selling both of our brand new cars. It was tough explaining our new reasoning to friends, family and especially my co-workers at the dealership. However, the rewards have been tenfold. We are now down to one car payment and have only six more months before we have both -- yes BOTH -- vehicles paid off. Hallelujah!  

The other big change was downgrading cell phones, which was considered another drastic measure, perhaps at times bordering on cruelty. Cody still complains that he can't watch videos from his friends (the content of which I still contend isn't worth watching anyhow), and I gripe when I can't use Google maps or Facebook like I once did on my Blackberry. But again, the rewards have been worth it. I've also found that I spend less time with the blasted contraption glued to my hand, waiting for that next email, text, call or instant update from various social media. It's quite refreshing. Sometimes, I even leave my phone in another room. Now there's a change.

In the end, we're thrilled with the changes we've made. Do we miss anything about the stuff of our old lives? Sure. But we know the change is worth it. In the words of Dave Ramsey, "Don't even think of keeping up with the Joneses. They're broke!" Most importantly, we've learned to count our blessings.

P.S. Thanks to Tom and Morgan Roesler for helping encourage us to jumpstart our road to Financial Peace.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

What AC/DC Really Meant

As if you hadn't noticed, yes, I have thighs. I know, I know. While you try to act surprised, you can also pretend you haven't noticed how they're not proportional to the rest of my body.

In public, have you ever noticed someone afflicted by this condition and wondered if they knew how ridiculous they looked? As if thighs were an accessory we chose to wear. You've heard the Coco Chanel rule, right? “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and take one thing off.” Well, if it worked like that, I would put these oversized accessories back in the jewelry box every time.

I have cursed them for a good 15 years and instead of shrinking, they seem to have gone the opposite direction. I hadn't given thighs much thought (except for how much I detest my own) until last night during my workout. I realized there are several types of thighs.

First, you've got chicken thighs. I've torn out countless pages from Cooking Light calling for them, though I don't particularly care for bone-in bird.

Next, we have "American Thighs" as in AC/DC's overplayed-at-wedding-dances hit "You Shook Me All Night Long." I've always despised that particular line of the song because to be "Knocking me out with those American thighs," I can safely assume that said rockers are either referring to a pro wrestler with a name like Slasher or a knockout gorgeous woman with a body that looks absolutely nothing like mine.

Which brings me to the last category of thighs: the dreaded thunder thighs. While trying to define thunder thighs in a technical sense -- mostly to determine whether I technically classify as having them or not -- I stumbled across some rather comical definitions from Urban Dictionary. A few of my favorites:
  • These are thighs that are NOT "thunder thighs" but the girl thinks she has them, but they are not.
  • "THUNDER THIGHS" are a fat girl's thighs that are so humongous, big and fat that they clap together when she walks. This produces a loud noise which goes like "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP," hence the "thunder" part of the word.
  • A woman whose thighs are so powerful she can crush granite between them. It's so sexy! It can happen to women who march.
  • A girl with EXTREMLY big thighs who wears tight skinny jeans to make her legs look small (doesn't work).
  • They win paddleboat races.
  • Of a woman, large, broad hips and thighs. One of the most distasteful images possible is a woman of such build in a bikini.
And my personal favorite:
  • Thick thighs on a curvy (not fat) lady. Usually a girl with thunder thighs has a Nice A**!
Oddly enough, thunder thighs is not always a derogatory term. Who knew? I'd like to think that AC/DC was paying tribute to the curvy girls out there (like yours truly). Because we can't all be stick figures, nor do we want to be. Being curvy and fit, now that's more like it. For now, I have to keep working on that.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Excuses and Fantasy Worlds

It's amazing how easily we can convince ourselves to do or not do something based on excuses. Not having "enough time" has long been one of my biggest excuses for not exercising and eating healthy. Only recently have I realized how ridiculous this reasoning is.

For three years, I've given up countless evenings, weekends and lunches for the sake of my job. I would eat out just to evacuate my closet of an office. I watched my once svelte waistline soar into double digits as I gobbled down fast food and drowned my sorrows with a cold one at night. Worst of all, I built one wicked dependency on Pepsi and sweets.

"If only I had more time," I fantasized. To me, the only seemingly feasible solution was to work from home. Then I'd have more time to exercise. Then I'd go for walks at lunch. Then I'd eat healthier because I'd have a kitchen full of nutritious options and couldn't justify a drive to grab a burger.

Enter fate. Exit fantasy world. At the end of June, my job was eliminated due to budget. Finally, I thought, I can get healthy. It seemed like a blinding bright side to what otherwise felt like the biggest disappointment of my life.

Two months later I'm still hunting for a suitable job and that elusive healthy life I thought would be so easy to acquire. All that fantasizing about how I'd work out when I finally had "more time" was exactly that -- a fantasy. I've learned it's not a matter of having the time. It's making the time. Last night, as the last traces of sunlight slipped under the horizon, I tried to make excuses. We had just arrived home from the grocery store and hadn't eaten supper yet. It was nearly dark. The dogs really need out. But my former cross country runner husband helped me make time, and I went out for a 25-minutes of walking and running intervals.

Surprisingly enough, I didn't collapse in a heap on the side of the road. And for once, I didn't feel that telltale agony pulsing through my veins. It actually felt, dare I say, good.

One thing's for sure, the layoff has done wonders for my emotional health. I mean, how could you believe otherwise? I actually thought it felt good to run last night. Crazy, I know. Sure, there are still lows, but they're far easier to combat in my new environment. The best part: I don't go grab a Pepsi anymore when I'm feeling down. Maybe I'll learn to go for a run instead.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Non-Athlete

I am a minority. Or at least I think I am.

I am a non-athlete. Awkward, uncoordinated, physically incompetent and self-conscious about every move I make. I still cringe at the idea of physical competition simply because I know I cannot compete. And in trying, I will make a total fool of myself. That is for sure. It seems the only thing I've strengthened is my sense of humor.

It's not that I don't have the will. As a high schooler, I yearned to excel in basketball and tennis. When I finally wore out a permanent seat on the bench, I turned to cheerleading. Oddly enough, I was pretty good, even with my athletic inability. So, I know there is a glimmer of hope ... even if it is circa 1998.

My newest endeavor? To become a runner. Hilarious, I know. I hated my legs as a cheerleader, but would just about kill for them today! After neglecting my fitness for far too long, it seems running may be the only hope to get jumpstarted on a path to shopping for smaller sizes.

But for someone who seemed to be much better at cheering for the athletes than becoming one myself, taking on any form of exercise is like trying to conquer a mountain -- a big one. Just getting started running and working out again is a big deal, especially having spent 28 years floundering for some sense of athleticism and usually failing quite miserably.

So, I will chronicle my journey here, conquering my everyday, ordinary mountains. What I have to report may not seem like much to folks that come by fitness naturally, but even a small victory is a victory. Here we go ...