Author: peggielarsen

It’s Never Guaranteed

It’s Never Guaranteed

Every day. I look at it. I can’t help it. It’s right there, at work. On my desk. I leave it there. It reminds me to live each day. It reminds me that nothing is to be taken for granted. It reminds me that we 

Hello December

Hello December

It’s Sunday. I’m looking out the window in the library. Hello December. Snow. Lots of snow. The wind has subsided and we are no longer having a blizzard. December you are coming in mad. It is calm and pretty. The snow is deep. The trees 

Slow Dances Are The Best Dances

Slow Dances Are The Best Dances

When I went to feel all the feels, I find a song. It has to be a thinking song. A song that makes me cry. It makes me think. It makes me grateful. A song that makes me feel things. Today was a day like that. 

It started pretty much like any other Saturday. Errands, eating, coffee. I initially planned on working out, but then started studying and I knew I needed to get my butt in gear on this current certification. Assignment #4 was giving me trouble. It wasn’t hard, just time consuming. I knew I just needed to make that a priority today. 

When I study or when I am working at home I always play music. Usually it is the playlist Peaceful Piano on Spotify. Today, I wanted more. Today, I needed more. 

Sometimes when I get stressed out, I don’t feel like I am stressed out and then this is what happens. The music happens. The crying happens. I realize that IS how I relieve my stress. It doesn’t happen too often. Maybe every few months. It just depends on what is going on my life. 

Today was a day like that. Sitting here. Working on my assignment. Listening to “Remember When” by Alan Jackson. On repeat, over and over. Listening to the lyrics. Really listening to that song. Going through life. Going through it. Vowing the vows and walking the walk and giving our hearts. That was us. That was John and me. 

I’m sitting here letting myself feel. Letting myself feel the music. “Remember when, 30 seemed so old. Now looking back, it’s just a stepping stone, to where we are, where we’ve been, said we’d do it all again, remember when?” 

“Remember when, we said when we turned gray, when the children grow up and move away, we won’t be sad, we’ll be glad for all the life we’ve had, and we’ll remember when.” 

So, I’ve been working for hours. Slowing feeling less stressed. Slowing letting it melt away. John walked by and now I grab him and make him slow dance with me. We both feel the music, we both feel our love that has not wavered one time since we first laid eyes on each other in May of 1997. There is no doubt our love was meant to be. The timing. The synchronicity. Every little thing that came before us, every little piece of life we lived before us, every action and reaction that came before us. What if something was different? What if something changed? What if something the night we met didn’t happen? We never would have met. We never would have come together. We never would have found each other. We never would have gotten married. We never would have had Tayler.

I thank God every single day for this life and this man. I am so glad for all the life we’ve had. 

Emotions and linen closets

Emotions and linen closets

I think my favorite house our family lived in while I was growing up was the Prospect House. Green stucco, nice porch and unique features. It was an old house and my parents remodeled it when I was in junior high.  The upstairs had three 

Acorn squash and reminders

Acorn squash and reminders

I had no idea I would react like that. Least expected. The smell was amazing. The bite. That’s what did it. One bite was all it took. The memories came flooding back. The tears came. Running down my face. The lump in my throat, trying 

Gram A.

Gram A.

Sometimes I hand-write my blogs to feel it more. To re-live the experience more. To remember more. I’m not sure why, but it just seems like all the memories flood back more when I do that. I am taken right back to the day. I am taken right back to the memory. I can hear her soft voice. I can hear the love and the excitement in her voice. I can see her and hear her again as I hand write the words. I can sense her.

She came to visit often. It seemed often anyway. It was the Euclid house. Mind your manners was her motto. It was instilled in us. As it should have been. 

She brought food when she came to visit. Always the white bakery box. Always long johns. Filled with the white creamy frosting-like goodness. Topped with crunchy chopped peanuts. Perfection. Always. Always fresh. Always tasty. She also brought bell peppers. Colored peppers. Always red and orange, sometimes yellow. 

Those two items always remind me of her. I peruse the peppers in the grocery store for several minutes before ultimately picking what I perceive to be the perfect ones. I wonder if she did that too. 

If I see long johns from a bakery, I can’t help but compare them to the ones she always brought. 

I think the food was her way of showing us love. It seems like she would also bring fudge sometimes for mom. Mom loves fudge. I don’t. Maybe a teeny tiny sliver and that’s it for me. 

There was one time Gram brought me a pair of tennis shoes. She either brought them with her or we went shopping while she was visiting. I can’t remember what brand they were. The toes were slightly pointy. They were blue, kind of like blue jeans, and they had orange laces. I thought they were hideous. I was not a fan. I couldn’t tell her that though. What kind of grandkid says that to their grandma? None. No kid should ever do that. 

So, I sucked it up and I wore the shoes. 

The irony of that gesture and the help she gave at that time, is not lost on me. As a grandma myself, I can totally relate and I can totally understand. 

I do that with my own kids now. I help out when I can. I see what Gram was doing back then, so, so many years ago. The circle is complete. The lessons were taught. The help has been given. The action has been taken. 

Whether she knew it or not, she helped prepare us for life. She gave us life lessons. She helped form who we became as adults. 

Whenever I see the orange and blue color combination, I can’t help but think of those shoes. I can’t help but think of her. I can’t help but think of her soft voice and her soft skin. I can’t help but think of her instilling things in us. Helping us without us even realizing what was happening. Forming us. Molding us. Loving us. Thanks Gram A. 

One Year Sober – October 21, 2019

One Year Sober – October 21, 2019

At night, when the air is ever so clear, a million things go through my head. A million ideas. A million what ifs, a million thank Gods. Because, really, this is when you feel things more. It’s when you tune in to your body more. 

Tracing Back The Lines

Tracing Back The Lines

Sometimes I have written about a topic and then months later something sparks the topic again. I will have a fleeting thought or a solid, stick around and wallow around in it thought. This thought was exactly that. I may have touched on it in 

Navigating Food Through Life

Navigating Food Through Life

This picture could be taken a number of ways. One could be asking me, “What the hell are you doing? Don’t you know that stuff is crap and is terrible for you?” The other could be wow, she is really enjoying herself and eating what she wants. 

I used to be a food snob. Like really bad. I was super judge-y of how people ate. I couldn’t believe when I would see some people eating fast food or chips or cheetos. It took me some time to quit being a food snob. But now, I am so much more than that. I know that sometimes those foods are what we need to be doing now in order to make progress. I really want people to realize that you can enjoy the foods you love and still lose weight. You really can. I eat a lot of food that people think is bad or not good for me and foods that are not considered “diet” food. I eat cookies, I eat lots of bread. I eat pancakes and waffles. I eat candy sometimes. I also eat a lot of fruits and vegetables and lean meats. I have a really good balance in what I eat. I don’t feel deprived and I rarely feel hungry. 

It has been a little over a year since I started eating macro style, or what I like to call Lifestyle Dieting. This has been such a blessing for me. I was able to lose over 40 pounds and have kept it off.  I have been able to help so many people find their way and navigate their eating and life. This is not a quick fix, but it is the magic pill people are looking for. This is not a magic powder, but it is a magic bullet. If more people would start tracking their food they would realize how much they are overeating. That could start it. That could start the way to weight loss. That could start the way to a healthier life. The awareness of tracking is huge! I don’t say that lightly. It can be life changing. 

So many people say they would never be able to track their food and enter what they eat. I ask those people why not? People complain all the time about being overweight, about not being able to sleep, about being tired all the time and basically about feeling like crap. Well, don’t you think your diet has something to do with that? I mean, seriously, how could it not. 

If you really need to get a handle on your eating, which really means habits and behaviors, try tracking, try coaching. What do you have to lose? The time passes regardless. I say that all the time because it’s true. The time does pass. Pretty soon it’s six months down the road and you wonder why you have gained another 20 pounds. If you had been tracking, you might be saying, I can’t wait to lose another 20 pounds. 

But guess what? It takes some work on your part. It just does. Nothing worth having is easy. You can’t expect to just wing it. You can’t expect to be able to drink and overeat every single weekend and be able to make up for it during the week. You can eat the things you want, just not in the quantities you want. You have to realize that there are consequences to how much we eat. If you’ve read this far, you know there are. We are always looking to make a change. This is a good change to make. This is a good habit to learn. 

Learning about food and portion sizes and actually what foods contain protein, carbs and fats, is a big eye opener for people. So many people just eat. I say eat with purpose. I give you your guideline numbers and you start eating. 

So many people say they can’t. Are you sure it’s because you don’t want to. Because that is what change boils down to. You have to look inside and ask yourself those tough questions. Are you content being where you are or do you want to change? Do you want to get healthy? Do you want to have control of your food? Do you want to have control of your diet?  

This style of eating is a mindset. It’s not about how much junk food or less optimal foods we can stuff down our throats. It’s not about thinking that is a healthier way to live. There is more to living than following restrictive diets. It’s living a life of flexibility. It’s living a life knowing you can enjoy a piece of birthday cake and not feeling that shame, that guilt and that remorse because you ate a piece of cake. That mindset that has been drilled into our heads for years and years. It’s knowing you can do that and then just move right along. It’s enjoying life and living life. This is the beauty of lifestyle dieting. There will ALWAYS be life things that happen. There will always be something that happens. There will always be family things, work things, and just things. That’s called life. Being able to navigate and figure out ways to handle these things is the key to being successful.

Good

Good

We only have so much time. We only have so many opportunities. Do we take them? Do we really take them? Do we even see them? Or do we just keep blaming and being negative when things don’t go our way or we don’t get