Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Man, I tell you what. This weight loss thing is hard work. I mean, I'm not exactly killing myself or anything like some people are, but being mindful and making healthy choices is not a walk in the park, especially if you've struggled with it all your life.
I suppose it's natural to just need a break. So, I'm purposefully choosing to be lazy today, get my ten minutes of yoga in to qualify for exercise, and have some candy.
Ah, but this choice is not without thoughtful consideration! I have noticed that when I bike for speed two days in a row, then do high impact cardio the day after, I am spent. Especially due to *ahem* approaching hormonal conditions. So, instead of pushing and pushing and pushing, then bingeing on a pint of Ben & Jerry's "because I deserve it" (ha ha, that's funny), I'm allowing myself to have some candy and rest. Then tomorrow I am going to reward myself with a new pair of pants because a) they're on sale, b) I really need new pants, and c) I have yet to reward myself for all my hard work.
So, yes, I suppose a healthier choice would be to have a wheatgrass smoothie and go for a run, but my mind is not up to the task, and I'm not sure my feet are either.
One day at a time, kids. One day at a time.
In other news, guess who is teacher's pet in the piano studio? MEEEEEEEE!!! My teacher told me today that I practice the most of any of her students (which I think is pretty sad, actually, because I don't feel I practice all that much), and that it really shows. I'm almost through my book, and I'm pretty excited about it, because at the end of the book is Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I'm pretty jazzed about that. I suspect that my teacher is pretty jazzed about it, too, because she passed off my three pieces I had assigned for today, even though I wouldn't have passed me because my hands shook too much and were very uncooperative. It's like my brain knows what to do, but hands don't seem to get the memo. I'm pretty sure that has something to do with lack of repetition. Oh, well. Anyway, I have no idea what we'll do when I get through the book, but I guess we'll burn that bridge when we come to it. Someday I would like to get an actual piano instead of a keyboard, because I have to press so much harder on my teacher's piano to get the notes to sound. I mean, I realize it needs a visit from the piano technician because the action is sticky (and that's because it's a spinnet piano that she keeps near the door, and lord only knows how the humidity fluctuates in that spot), but it requires a certain amount of force for the hammer to strike the strings to get them to vibrate, and that just can't be replicated on a keyboard. Oh, well. One crisis at a time. Maybe if I win the lottery...