I really like The Biggest Loser.
I don't watch very often, but when I do, I am totally inspired by the contestants and how hard they work to overcome their inward and outward struggles...both physically and mentally.
Maybe it's because I can relate. Granted, my challenges aren't the same...but I would venture to bet that we all have plenty of weaknesses and shortcomings of which we are very much aware...and that we continually strive to overcome.
On that note, last night was The Biggest Loser Finale. Ali, the first female in Biggest Loser history to win, said something that totally inspired me. (She lost something like 112 pounds - nearly 50% of her body fat. She took the grand-prize of $250K). She said something to the effect of, "I treated each workout as if it was my last chance workout." (Before the weigh-in.)
I thought about that this morning as I was doing my own workout...and I'd like to think I picked it up a level.
But more than that, I thought about situations in my life, and what I would do with them if it was my last chance...and even if it wasn't.
* If the thank you note I sent to my grandma was the last one I knew I would write to her, would I have said anything more? Or less? Shouldn't I write her today -- just because?
* If I knew the church lesson I was preparing would be my last one...how much more time and effort would I put into it?
* If I treated each day with my kids, with my spouse, with my family and friends as though it would be my last...what would I say? What would I do? Would I worry less about shoes on the carpet and fingerprints on the wall? Would I insist upon a bib? Would I fold laundry or play baseball in the backyard? Would I mop the floor or read stories? Would I take a nap or build a snow fort?
Of course, I always read comments like these...and often, they make me feel guilty. In all honesty, shoes on the carpet, fingerprints on the wall and stains on clothing bug me. If today wasn't my last chance, and I continually ignored the laundry and the floors and the fingerprints...my last days wouldn't really be so happy...because the chaos around me would take over.
The reality is that, for the most part, I am doing my best. Granted, some days my best is much better than other days. Likewise, the same can be said about my worst days. But for the most part, I am doing the best I can...each and every day.
I think we all are.
But, still...the thought inspired me. "I treated each workout as though it was my last chance."
The interpretation for me was that attitude really does make a difference. And for me, when the sun is shining, and the kids aren't fighting, and the bills are paid (or at least there is enough to pay them), it's easier to have the right attitude. But, that doesn't mean that even when those stars aren't aligned, I shouldn't give it my all -- every day and in every situation. It doesn't even matter if some days, my all isn't all that much.
Coincidently (or not), while I was thinking of the ways Ali's comments inspired me, I was listening to Matchbox 20 sing, "Let's see how far we've come" on my ipod.
And on that note, when the kids get home from school, we're going for a bike ride.
Cannon's team didn't come away with the win, but Cannon scored their only two goals. Brynnley was a royal pill, whining and complaining that she was bored about 5 minutes into the game. Too bad for me, ooops, I mean her, we've got soccer about 4 times per week for the next 6 weeks. She'll have to buck up and enjoy the ride!
After having 2 practices, 2 skills days and 1 game cancelled due to weather, Addysen played in her first soccer game this morning. They won 6-0 and she had a blast. This bottom picture made me laugh ...we discussed that she might do a little bit better if she opens her eyes and stays on her feet. (In her defense, she says she was blinking.)
The weather was too perfect so we decided to check out a new Metropark (new to us). We loved watching the geese (from a distance), the dog walkers, the ducks and the tadpoles.
We weren't exactly dressed in our Lance Armstong attire and B quickly tired of riding her training wheels (with skirt hiked between her legs) through the gravel. Do we have a future sister missionary on our hands?
Addysen almost had "the most embarrassing moment of my life," when she nearly rode her bike into the water. Luckily for her, she managed to stop just short of submersion and only her foot and front tire got wet. That would have been bad enough, except it just-so-happened that a boy that she "doesn't like," (yeah right) was enjoying the day with his family as well. They were about 15 feet away when the disaster almost struck.
Truly a nature lover, Cannon could spend hours trying to catch tadpoles, fish, snails, or anything else has to do with water, mud or sludge. He was never without a stick in hand and was very sad when it was time to go.
I mentioned the losing battle with Brynnley's bike. My brilliant idea to try and ride it while pushing the stroller turned out to be less-than-productive. It was a good leg workout nevertheless.
Brynnley and Kenzie had the first picnic of the season yesterday. Notice the variety of clothing...B doesn't even have a sweater on and K is wearing her winter coat (and snow boots). I'm not sure how much food was actually eaten vs. dumped on the patio, but they had a good time and I was able to finish vacuuming. We may have started a new tradition.
