Sunday, August 04, 2013
School started for me last Tuesday. Right now, it's all just meetings and professional development, which is fine. We have family conferences on the 8th and 9th, then kids come on the 12th.
I spent this summer working on me. I went to the gym a lot, and depending on which scale you look at, I lost anywhere from 7-12 pounds since mid-June. I relaxed, ate well, read books, took walks, went to concerts with Brad, and while I thought about school a lot, I didn't do much related to it.
I went back in toward the end of July and put my classroom back together so that it would be done before all of our training and professional development sessions, which I was helping facilitate. It's nice to know that the kids will be able to find things this year, that *I* will be able to find things, and that I can focus on planning and teaching and the other things I'll be involved in this year.
I have two new teammates this year. One is a brand new teacher, who is also a parent of one of our kids, which makes things somewhat complicated. She will be a good teacher, but her only experience is part time in a school for which everything is scripted and prescribed. She has lots of good ideas, but doesn't know how to fully think them through yet--that will come with time. The other has taught off and on for a little while--she took several years to raise her kids. I think we compliment one another well, though the newer teacher and I are very similar--we both need to control everything to feel like we are in the loop. That will make things interesting. But I suspect my stress level, despite having two new teachers to train in how we do things (because it is very different from anywhere else), will be significantly less than in years past.
So yeah, we went back this week and I made it successfully to the gym...twice. Once on Sunday and once on Monday. I need to honor myself and take myself to the gym after work consistently in order to keep pounds disappearing. It's not even the pounds really, but how I feel, and how I think I LOOK that makes the difference. I put on a pair of capris I haven't worn for a while and they fit better than they did last spring. I notice little things like that my arms look thinner or the side boob fat is getting smaller. I think those mean more than what the scale says, but my head still puts the scale's opinion first because that is how I am judged by others. When you hear that someone weighs almost 200 pounds, there's a picture attached, whether or not it is accurate. I never thought I LOOKED like I weighed that much...but apparently I must have.
I keep thinking that a particular weight looks different depending on the person. I dunno...
So my goals this week are to get to the gym every day, granting myself one grace day, eating well and pre-planning for meals at school, and remembering that this is a process and a journey--it won't all happen at once, and if I make mistakes, they're just like rocks on the trail...they might slow me down a little but I can still move forward.