Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Here I am in the fourth week of working out with a trainer. Okay, the first two weeks were really about getting organized and getting our plan laid in, but I have to admit that I haven't been using this as motivation to be more diligent about my tracking or food intake, and I KNOW that this is my biggest challenge. Then this morning another motivational email listserv I'm on sent me a message entitled "Stop making excuses and start getting results!".
Coincidence? I think not!
Step one: Make a plan
Step two: Have Accountability
Step three: Set a deadline
Working on it for all of these goals! And letting the knowledge that Gareth is watching be my motivation!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
I did it, I got my orange belt in karate last Friday. So that's kind of awesome, given that the same day last year I was still recovering from surgery.
Annoying for the first thought that crossed my mind looking at the pictures of myself was oh my, I look huge--not about how powerful or intense I look, or how happy once I'm wearing the new belt! Oh well. Old habits die hard.
Now I have booked my lesson at Cocoa Beach in January, and looking at the webcams makes it feel very real. No screwing around--I am going to be in actual water and with actual waves so I had better get serious! What does SHOWING UP include for the next six weeks? Making sure that I'm doing my best. Working out and lifting weights. Really trying at the food. No more graham cracker parties mid afternoon! And appreciating the fact that I am able to prepare for and take this wonderful trip in the first place.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Amusing reason to work out #1: because my trainer is so gosh darned enthusiastic and thinks this will work for me! He's so optimistic. All right, I wouldn't want his efforts go to waste or for him to be disappointed. Okay, so I guess I'll try.
Big, dramatic sigh. Ask me how much I feel like trying hard right now. Go on, ask me.
Answer: I do NOT feel like trying.
Food plan: check.
Tracking apps and fitbit: check.
Strength training regime: check. (Well, almost. I get that on Thursday.)
Awesome, scary goal to work toward: check. (I.e., surfing, not drowning, in Orlando in January.)
Strategies to avoid temptation: check. (Nearly. Just have to navigate a month of holiday parties and baking.)
Now, all I have to do is show up. Contemplating eight weeks of virtue makes me die a little inside, so I've decided that I will give it three weeks. Three weeks of virtue should be manageable. And then, if I'm not getting anywhere, well...I'm not sure. It's not like I will quit. But still. Maybe I'll just plan a nice treat for myself in three weeks, and see where I am at then. In the meantime, I will sigh and roll my eyes like a teenager, even while I am getting up to go for my run like a good girl. WhatEVER.
Monday, November 04, 2013
Sensei told me this week (via Facebook, how modern) that I am up for promotion to orange belt next week. I panicked in class because I feel like I still don't know my kata, the series of moves I am supposed to do to demonstrate I am ready to move up and be graded. The black belt I was practicing with reassured me that promotion is as much about enthusiasm and effort as it is about the kata in the lower belts. Which made me think of weight loss.
It is interesting to me to observe my enthusiasm for weight loss, and how it waxes and wanes over time. Sometimes I feel like I nail it, and other days I feel like I barely show up. But generally, that little chart that plots my weight over time is still trending downward, so I must be going in the right direction. And sometimes I am rewarded with a little jump downward in number, even when I think I only got it 80% right!
Effort, consistency, and focus are three of the attributes of the earlier belts. If I can apply them elsewhere in life too, I think I can be successful. Wouldn't it be nice to feel successful in a bunch of different arenas--not just karate and weight loss!
Sunday, October 06, 2013
After more than 30 days without a beer, I was happy to have a date to go out with my best friend from university during which I planned to break my streak. My friend has recently moved to hipster central The Junction, and it's an area about which I know precisely nothing. I zipped over to meet her on the subway, and we proceeded first to her apartment to drop off some groceries. Then we stopped into a record store--yes, they still exist!--on our way to the restaurant. I am sorry that I can't remember the name of the place, but there were some lovely young musicians warming up on a stage in the back; out front an open kitchen is a showcase for equally lovely young chefs whipping up some of the more interesting concoctions on a carefully crafted menu. Vintage ping pong machines line one wall. The water glasses are Mason jars. You know what I mean.
Their appetizers sounded tasty but I was intrigued by the tuna and mahi mahi ceviche. It was disappointingly bland, unfortunately, and served with a purée of beets upon which rested a fistful of corn nuts. Not the choicest combination of textures!
Anyway the company and the wine was as always the most important thing. We moved on to a place called Hole in the Wall which lives up to its name. The most amazing surprise of the evening? A Japanese guy who is a self-taught harmonica player who totally, totally wailed.
It was good that it was a blues night. We each had a shot of amazing Oban, and then I made my second mistake of the night: a pint of a microbrew ale I had never had before. It was undrinkably bitter, undoubtedly the worst choice I could have made after the meal, wine, and Scotch. I felt pretty gross drinking it and had to give up--absolutely the first time I've ever given up on a beer.
Which brings me to today. Making dinner, and trying to find something sippable in the fridge without committing to opening another bottle of wine, I mixed whiskey with a can of something fruity and once again had to give up on it due to nauseating sweetness. Clearly, I have moved past being a university student willing to subject myself to any kind of indignity, on into more advanced years where drinking or eating something gross has immediate, obvious effect. I'm going to chalk this one up to a success, though. The only reason I have noticed how gross I am feeling, is because for the last 30 days I've been eating, drinking, and exercising so clean, that to feel anything less than fantastic at any moment of the day is unthinkable.
So there. I didn't feel deprived for a minute, not drinking beer in September, so I'm gonna do it again now. 30 more days, and maybe a few more pounds shed. And no Halloween candy, either. Good luck to me!
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