Winter in the Teton Mountain Range isn’t for sissies. Sure, you can hibernate in your home for six months, wrapped in quilts and sipping hot cocoa (with marshmallows on top) but that would be defeating the purpose of living in Teton Valley. If you live here, you must embrace the winter, endure mud season and go wildly bonkers during our brief summer.
I have additional challenges during this season in the form of my sister who lives by Newport Beach and loves to send “winter” photos showing her shivering in 83 degree weather.
In our character-building winter season, I have to dig for the inner fortitude to get outside and keep up with some type of outdoor recreation. Snow shoeing and cross- country skiing begins right at my front door. Grand Targhee Resort is just 8 miles up the road and I have a season pass! Add in ice-skating, hockey, snowmobiling, an indoor riding arena and a good selection of fitness centers and there’s simply no excuse for me to put on mama-bear blubber every year.
And yet … I do. Cry me a frozen river.
This waist-thickening trend stops with the Winter of 2014. It simply can’t continue, and I’d like to say that the main motivator is due to my need for better fitness, but actually, I can’t afford to shop for a new, larger-sized wardrobe. But hey, that’s not true. I need to get in better shape and it would be a great side benefit to shop for smaller sized clothing because I can afford to buy smaller sizes, not bigger sizes. (In my world, that reasoning makes perfect sense). I’ve cut back on the chocolate treats and I try to avoid the huge, sticky scones that are often available fresh from the oven here at Teton Valley Hospital.
I’ve gone out on my xc skis and I’ve pulled on my Uggs for walks with the dogs. Everything was progressing nicely, or so I thought when suddenly I thought of Emeril Lagasse. Picture me schussing along on the track in Teton Canyon, enjoying the scenery and shuffling my feet along at a leisurely pace. It struck me that I was actually loafing along. Then: BAM! I added some spice and pushed myself to kick it up a notch. That made all the difference. Thanks, Chef. I’m going to do that every time now.
I’m also signing up for TVHC’s big community wellness program that will begin in a few weeks. It’s free, open to 300 people, and will help me track my progress and stay motivated. I plan on giving that Chicken Fat Back to the Chicken and if you were a child of the late 50s and 60s, you know that fitness anthem. If not, check it out. You’ll be hearing that tune a lot more in the near future when we offer a Chicken Fat video contest.
BAM! I’ll see you out on the valley’s Nordic tracks.
Disclaimer: This blog discusses my personal wellness goals and is in no way a soapbox to tell anyone else how to eat, exercise and/or live their lives.