Friday, March 16, 2012
Mr H, my boss, has ALWAYS supported my wellness journey. He watched as I shed my first 100 lbs. and supports me while I struggle mentally in the midst of a looooooooong plateau. When he made the final decision that our office would move into San Francisco he KNEW my workout schedule would be affected. He has watched over the years in complete amazement as I trundle off to the gym, without fail, in the evenings to attend fitness classes.
This week he started making noise about the office paying for my gym membership in the city. I just rolled my eyes and figured it was puffery. Today he confirmed that the office will in fact pay for the membership and he has picked the very place he'd like "us" to go. Well alrighty then! *STANDS UP FOR A HAPPY DANCE*
Keep in mind, with all his kindness and concern, this will of course benefit him AND the office! He knows my workouts are important and keep me sane. He knows I'll keep my regular hours at the new office and won't dart out right at 5:00/5:30 to catch a bus back home to make it to my current gym IF I have a gym membership steps away from the new office. He's right! Without having to worry about getting to the bus and across the bay to workout will benefit him greatly. It doesn't lessen my commute time but it sure cuts down on the mental strain.
The gym he wants us to join is minutes away from the potential new office space and has a POOL! I've not been a member of gym with a pool for close to 14 years ... oh the joys of having a pool.
Here is a link to the possible new gym: *SO PRETTY AND FUNCTIONAL*
I looked at the class schedule - do able. I can even take a few classes, if planned out right, on my lunch hour. I'm excited about my future options. Once we have inked the lease for the new space I'll go check out the gym live and in person. This gym doesn't have Zumba classes but that's an easy fix. I can go to my current gym as a guest of a fitness friend and pay $5 for the class there or go to the other Zumba studios on Saturdays.
I'm excited, very excited.
* TO BE CONTINUED *
Thursday, March 15, 2012
As I put my workout shoes on last night I immediately knew I had brought the wrong pair of socks, they were too thin. I forged ahead and check-in for Zumba. As class took off I noticed my feet were slipping about in my shoes and by the end of the class my feet were completely fatigued. When I felt my arches start to ache I backed off the higher impact moves so I wouldn't hurt myself. I left the gym early again last night due to both arches being tender. Boo, Hiss
LIGHT BULB MOMENT: Toss the skimpy socks and stock up on thick plush ones.
SIDE NOTE: I have a few pair of thick plushy socks that I bought when I was running regularly. They DO make a difference! Sadly, last night I had forgot to put a thick pair in my gym bag . . .
My hunt continues for new shoes and NOW new socks.
Monday, March 05, 2012
It's no secret, I had a harsh Saturday. Without going into all the gritty details I'll go into the moments of desperation instead.
Anticipating, then receiving devastating news is harsh. That's what happened on Saturday afternoon. The Mr and I are still trying to recover and find the best possible solutions. It was hard to breath and as the reality set in the Mr and I almost, almost, turned on each other knowing full well the situation was created by a third party. Cooler heads prevailed and we moved forward as a team.
What shocked me the most was this ...
After we received the news I saw a bowl of tootsie rolls and without thinking I picked up one and said at least I can have one of these to make myself feel better. Then I immediately said, no it won't make it better or make me feel better but it will taste darn good. (colorful language omitted out of respect for SP peeps). I took that tootsie roll and put it in my purse. I didn't immediately eat it but it did meet its demise a few hours later.
The Mr and I process crisis moments differently. He sits and thinks about it. In this case he would sit and internalize his anger and disappointment. I on the other hand vent. I'd rather spew the venom, get it out and then find a solution. Knowing this I called my bestie and ask her about coming over. She was game. Sadly, she's not the best person to hang out with in crisis mode. Not because she isn't understanding, sympathetic and a good listener but because she has destructive habits that I will gravitate towards them in moments like this.
I recognize that I didn't choose the healthiest options to deal with this crisis but I tried to minimize the damage in the end. I pulled back after I got my vent on. I said no to pizza, buffalo wings and french fries while there. Instead of junk food I went home, ate a salad and made myself dinner. I even skipped the ice cream.
So I write all this because of that one tootsie roll. That one tootsie roll made me see that somewhere deep inside I still believe food will make it better. I caught myself in the moment and I acknowledged it. However, I choose destructive behaviors to make myself feel better although I minimized the self destruction. I still got some work to do.
Looking at the situation now, what really would have helped is a good workout and a good cry. Ya, for a nano second I thought about the gym but then turned my back on it. Silly me, it's a great stress reliever and I didn't use those tools.
The Mr and I have found our solution and moved forward.
I dealt with the third party and their actions.
I lost control but then gained it again.
What doesn't kill us will make us stronger.
I am stronger having walked through the fire this weekend.
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