What Does the GPS Know??

I don’t know about you but I have a terrible relationship with my GPS.  Don’t get me wrong, I really like having a GPS, I just don’t trust her.  Currently it is a she.  I’ve tried the male voice, the female voice, a voice with an English accent, a young man, an old woman, and here’s what I’ve learned.  I can’t really stand for ANYONE to tell me where to go.

Who knew?  I guess the relationship is more love hate than anything.  I love the GPS when she tells me where to go in a timely manner and the path is the shortest, most efficient way to get there.  However, if you’ve ever used your GPS in the town you live in you may identify with my frustration.  I’ve lived in a suburb of Ft. Worth, TX for 21 years. In the old days we use this archaic book called the Mapsco.  I studied the Mapsco because there are at least 12 good ways to get anywhere in this giant Metroplex.  I feel pretty competent about my ability to head in the right direction of where I need to go in the city I live in.

Dallas is another thing all together.  I can get to Dallas, but I usually have a time getting out of Dallas.  So I use the GPS.  She always wants me to take some stupid route to get across town.  I KNOW how to get across town. I don’t know what to do when I get to Dallas.  The challenge is that you need to set the route before you leave because it won’t let you mess with it while driving down the road… Good option really.  I should be driving when I’m driving and not playing the electronics in the car. Right?

So there I am, driving to Dallas yesterday, using the shortest route.  She’s nagging me to turn, make a u-turn when possible, turn right when I know left is best.  I just want her to shut up until I get to the city.  I’m surprised the GPS machines I’ve used in the 100’s of cities I’ve traveled to really work at all.  I keep expecting them to say, “Why bother Beth. Turn me off, you aren’t listening to me, please make a legal u-turn as soon as possible!”  It’s unbelievable to me that she can really know the right way to go.  Many times, I’m looking at a map and it just looks like she’s lost her mind!  I don’t understand how she knows there’s slow traffic ahead.  It really creeps me out.

I’m driving along in Irving and she’s kept her mouth shut for a while; and then all of a sudden she pipes up and says in her know-it-all voice, “stop and go traffic”.  I’m the one sitting in the traffic.  I already know there’s stop and go traffic.  Of course I sarcastically responded to my dashboard, “No kidding-I’m the one driving.”  It did cross my mind in that moment that I might need a therapy session for this issue.

I wound up getting on the phone so I wouldn’t have to listen to her insistence that I was going the wrong way.  I KNOW how to get to Dallas. Then I get near the Dallas exit, and this crazy machine tells me to turn left.  I do, and would you believe it, I should have turned right.  She’s such a trickster!  I figured it out and got to my destination.  I used her to get home and she did not lead me astray on the way out of town, thank goodness.

Why do I bring this up?

It strikes me that knowing where to go and how to get there is a pretty big deal. You must trust the navigator.  My guess is that we all trust ourselves a little more than an outside source.  Trust is hard to build and when you are led astray it’s easy to assume the advice you are receiving might be wrong.

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You Can’t Take it Back

I had a huge revelation this past week.  I’m sure this is something I’ve always known but for whatever reason this theme keeps coming back over and over.  I’m dieting again for the 700th time in my life, and have a friend who’s helping me with the accountability. Every day I journal and send her my food plan and actual consumption.  As it turns out my thoughts around the choices I make pop up as well.  So today is Sunday, Day 17 of the concentrated “food plan” effort. On day 12, after a chip binge, I had the big “You can’t take it back” epiphany.

It really started me thinking.  When I eat chips, which aren’t on my food plan, I can’t take it back.  It’s a conscience decision to delay progress.  And then it dawned on me that everything is like that. No matter what we do as a parent, employee, friend, spouse, mom, dad, boss, it’s lasting. Good things and bad.  You can’t take it back.  If we waste time, if we choose not to make a call or follow up on a lead, if we blow off accountability, or say things we wished we had not said, we can’t really take it back.

Sometimes on Sundays I’ll have a total veg-out day and watch a Law and Order Marathon.  It cracks me up when defense attorneys object to something and the judge says to the jury, “please disregard the witnesses’ last comment.”  Okay, really? What’s done is done.  People don’t forget.  You can pretend you didn’t hear the comment but the reality is you can’t take it back.

The travel creates unique challenges when it comes to following a good food plan.  It can be done.  Just like anything, it takes planning, good goal setting, and a commitment to the process.  My plan yesterday was good, but execution was lousy.  Life really is a lot like bowling!  You can have all the knowledge, the best equipment, and even know where and how to play the lane-but if execution sucks-the result is usually pretty sucky!

I guess the real challenge is the reaction to travel.  If I put it in day-to-day work terms I think it’s easy for anyone to understand.  Everyone has a reaction to each day that can create good outcomes or be an excuse to delay progress. Do you know what I mean?

Here’s a peek into the travel saga of understanding that each decision is final.  Every day matters.  On Thursday I had to travel from DFW to OKC so that I could fly right back to DFW and on to COS.  (Long story; I’ll not bore you with the details).  I was distracted and on the phone when I left the house and when I arrived at DFW I realized I left my bag in the garage!

The good news is that my husband, “Saint Jerry”, met me at DFW when I returned from OKC back to DFW so that I had my bag for the COS trip. This trip, by the way was amazing, I was at the Air Force Academy working with the Food Service team at Mitchell Hall … INCREDIBLE opportunity.  However, I flew first class and did not say no to the wine that they insisted I have with dinner.  OH this is after the snack of warm nuts. I can’t take those calories back … they count!

I won’t bore you with the food details of Friday. My choices were marginal at best.  Saturday was not much better.  I traveled home from COS.  When I arrived at the airport, had a grilled chicken salad –good so far — but just wait!  I had salsa as my dressing for this salad so you can only guess what else I had. Chips, of course!

Then the world came to a complete end! I accidently posted a question as my status update on Facebook, in PUBLIC, asking someone I love dearly a question about a very private situation. OMG, I thought I was texting to their phone.  I did not realize the communication was on Facebook.  A dual meltdown ensued.  I did not have the techno savvy about how to clear my status right away.  It was 18 minutes of torture for both of us.  OMG, to say the least.  It did get cleared. I was just hysterical that I had screwed up that bad. Although we were able to clear my status, I can’t take it back that I goofed up big time!

I had two glasses of wine on the plane and two packages of snack mix (they are 130 calories for each package and the wine is 100 calories per glass). That’s 430 calories I can’t take back.

Did I mention what a beautiful morning it was in COS?  It was amazing.  I wish I had stayed present with those glorious mountains and ignored the text messages and the Facebook updates.

Once I arrive back home we land at the A terminal. I had driven myself to the airport; and if you remember I forgot my luggage and had to meet JD after I flew to OKC and back.  I was a little concerned that I did not know where I was parked but thought it was on the D level of the C terminal around gate 7. I take the tram over to C and spend a warm 30 minutes walking the parking lot.  Up, down, around-clicking my key thing with no luck.  I finally decide that maybe I’m in the A terminal, or wait, maybe I’m  in the 1st section of C, or better yet,  I’m just an idiot and I need some help.  I call my knight in shining armor and with NO hesitation, JD gets in the car and comes straight to DFW to help me find my car.  While he’s on the way, I decide maybe I was at C 7, NOT C-17…

I go to the next gate area and spend the time it takes JD to get to the airport looking there.  We found the car on the B level around C-21.  I was very close but was so convinced I had walked downstairs to get to the terminal level that I guess I just did not go to the B level to look for the car.  I swear I looked on all levels.  The good news is I got my exercise.  JD and I went to Mexican Inn for dinner.  We split chicken fajitas.  I had 2 corn tortillas, chicken, grilled onions & bell peppers, and of course chips and queso. I can’t tell you that my “can’t take it back” epiphany helps me a great deal with the food thing.  But for everything else, I have great focus.

I send encouragement your way to know that each day counts. We don’t get it back. We can’t take back anything. So, make the most of the rest of your week!

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