A Better Day
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
When you're feeling all of a jitter, demoralised, fed up and faithless there's nothing quite like swinging a chunk of metal around to right all wrongs. Least not for me, though I need to work harder if I'm going to make "chunk of metal" into a pithy maxim.
Good old kettlebells.
I'm still not quite in the right head-space, by which I mean the "yey, this is fun, I'm achieving things!" zone. But I'm slogging along anyway. I'm logging, I'm exercising and I'm busting my backside - I even went for a longish walk in the rain. Sooner or later all that's going to make me feel good.
The kettlebell session went well. I alternated between 8 and 6kg, and I managed to keep up with the fitter people in the class. Boy, did it leave me sweaty, and not just sweaty - I forgot to take my make-up off before class. Big, melty clown-face, mistake.
Here I am, one day at a time. Kettlebells today, boxercise tomorrow, logging the miles, logging the calories, no scales, no trying on clothes. Just letting change happen*,
*I'm drumming my fingers as I re-read this.