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clevermanka) wrote2010-04-12 10:19 am
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I think I've turned a corner
Damn, Friday night was some fun.
Saturday was delightfully hang-over free, thanks largely to
royal_spice's reminder to down some Emergen-C before bed. Thanks, hon!
After running some Saturday morning errands, I headed home to get
mckitterick so we could pick up the stuff he needed to hang the mirror in the sewing room.
madmatmax came over, intending to help
mckitterick work on the Newport, and got roped into helping hang the mirror. It didn't take too awfully long, and now the mirror is up! It's up! Woo hoo! It's been six years since I had that thing hung on a wall. I'd forgotten just how fucking awesome it is.
Once the mirror was hung, I looked at myself for a little while. So why don't I feel like doing anything? I pulled out my visual journal and re-read all the spring goals and promises and hopes I'd written in
bestill's class in March. Why haven't I done anything? My Fitness Goals page has a big old fail for the past four weeks. I haven't done half of what I thought/hoped I'd do by this time--activity-wise, body composition-wise, anything-wise. I started writing in the journal, asking myself why why why? Why am I having such a hard time motivating myself? Why am I being so damn lazy? I didn't come to any conclusions.
So I put away the journal and cleaned the house.
After our dinner company left, I tried talking about it with
mckitterick, but we didn't get anywhere. I think I didn't convey the fact that I simply don't care about my fitness or health levels, and how that is just plain weird. So very weird. I don't get it. This is not me!
On Sunday, I spent a lot of time rearranging the sewing room for optimal use of the mirror--which meant finding a different way to store things like the drying rack, ironing board, and scrap fabric bin. Then we went out to dinner with
madmatmax to thank him for his help with the mirror and the car. And afterward, we came home and ate some ice cream.
Bang Head. Seriously, what the fuck?
This morning, I got up at Exercise o'clock and made myself move in front of the mirror. This consisted mostly of jump rope and working on my squat. Problem: Fetish was going back to the vet this morning, and had to have an empty system. So that meant no breakfast. And that meant constant mewing and interruptions and me trying not to whack her on the head with the jump rope. Or sit on her at the bottom of a squat.
And you know what? I was annoyed. Annoyed at the interruption of something I was finally doing. Instead of being pleased to resign myself to paying attention to the cat (which is probably how I would've felt last week), it kind of pissed me off. I started looking forward to tomorrow morning when I can feed her so she'll leave me the fuck alone for my exercise time.
I have no idea if it helped me to write down my problems, or talk about them, if it was just a matter of time, or sunspots, or a combination of any/all. But I think I'm (finally/again) coming around to a mindset of desire for healthfulness. There are gonna be days where I feel lazy again, but I hope the general trend is towards motivated movement.
Primal Eating starts today. I made the commitment to start today and I'm sticking with it. I'm a little low on fresh vegetables, but I'll make do with what I've got. Next week, I must get to the Farmer's Market before 9:00. Everything but the mixed greens were all gone when I arrived. Also, in an effort to eat healthier and more mindfully, I'm going to walk home for lunches. No more eating at my desk for a while. I'll keep doing that until the weather gets too hot to make the trek up the hill twice a day.
The wonderfully appropriate Hello Kitty shit-or-get-off-the-pot icon is courtesy of
miischelle.
Saturday was delightfully hang-over free, thanks largely to
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After running some Saturday morning errands, I headed home to get
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Once the mirror was hung, I looked at myself for a little while. So why don't I feel like doing anything? I pulled out my visual journal and re-read all the spring goals and promises and hopes I'd written in
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So I put away the journal and cleaned the house.
After our dinner company left, I tried talking about it with
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On Sunday, I spent a lot of time rearranging the sewing room for optimal use of the mirror--which meant finding a different way to store things like the drying rack, ironing board, and scrap fabric bin. Then we went out to dinner with
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Bang Head. Seriously, what the fuck?
This morning, I got up at Exercise o'clock and made myself move in front of the mirror. This consisted mostly of jump rope and working on my squat. Problem: Fetish was going back to the vet this morning, and had to have an empty system. So that meant no breakfast. And that meant constant mewing and interruptions and me trying not to whack her on the head with the jump rope. Or sit on her at the bottom of a squat.
And you know what? I was annoyed. Annoyed at the interruption of something I was finally doing. Instead of being pleased to resign myself to paying attention to the cat (which is probably how I would've felt last week), it kind of pissed me off. I started looking forward to tomorrow morning when I can feed her so she'll leave me the fuck alone for my exercise time.
I have no idea if it helped me to write down my problems, or talk about them, if it was just a matter of time, or sunspots, or a combination of any/all. But I think I'm (finally/again) coming around to a mindset of desire for healthfulness. There are gonna be days where I feel lazy again, but I hope the general trend is towards motivated movement.
Primal Eating starts today. I made the commitment to start today and I'm sticking with it. I'm a little low on fresh vegetables, but I'll make do with what I've got. Next week, I must get to the Farmer's Market before 9:00. Everything but the mixed greens were all gone when I arrived. Also, in an effort to eat healthier and more mindfully, I'm going to walk home for lunches. No more eating at my desk for a while. I'll keep doing that until the weather gets too hot to make the trek up the hill twice a day.
The wonderfully appropriate Hello Kitty shit-or-get-off-the-pot icon is courtesy of
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Go You!
None the less I have also found my motivation and am walking in the afternoons after work along with making earnest attempts at eating healthier.
Go you!
Re: Go You!
Isn't it nice to know that eating healthfully doesn't mean drinking half your weight in water every day? Ha!
Re: Go You!
LOL GOOD GOD yes it is good to know.
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And I can't wait to see your mirror!
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The mirror is made of fucking awesome. =D
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But I'm glad it helped you!
I just mowed my lawn. If I do sit-ups and squats does that count as today's work out? I THINK SO.
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Yes. And most of tomorrow's, too, IMO.
The mirror helped with the jump rope because I could see it coming towards my feet. I didn't have to rely on just sensing if it was time to jump. =D
BTW, I learned a new ab exercise in
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We are... never available again. Why didn't we think about this and PLAN something?!?! Argh. We leave on Thurs, and
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Edit: Also, I remember how to turn double-dutch, so if you guys wanna track down a couple of really long jump-ropes, I would not be opposed to doing that in your driveway a few times this summer. I'm trying to find fun alternatives to "exercise."
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I empathize with your concerns about not caring, and fears of returning to the Pit of Slob--I LOL'd at that phrase because I totally understand where it's coming from.
I had a bit of a backslide myself--it took 27 pounds before I finally said, enough is enough, and I DO care. 27 pounds gained back, of 130 lost. Ridiculous, and somewhere I said I'd NEVER go. (Well, truly, I said I'd NEVER go back over 200 lbs, and for the love of gods, I am damn sure I will not, as I'm not even close now.) BUT--why? I don't know why. I just know I'm damned happy I have the forward momentum again, and grateful that
Keep the faith!! ;)
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Yay for
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