Friday Fitness Roundup #5…

Work trumped my workouts this week.  Sometimes priorities have to shift.  I’ll be back at it in full force for the coming week!  I already have some fun things planned for the weekend!

Friday, February 20:  Rest Day

Saturday, February 21: 90 mins Zumba.  I went to a master class with over 90 attendees.  So much fun!

Sunday, February 22: 60 mins Zumba – just didn’t have enough from the night before.

Monday, February 23:  Rest day

Tuesday, February 24: Rest day

Wednesday February 25: 60 mins zumba

Thursday February 26:  Rest day


Being an only…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cut Off.”

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

There hasn’t been a specific moment when I have felt lonely, but I do experience waves of this feeling being an only child.  There are some pros and cons to being an only child.  There have been some true advantages.  I was treated as one of the grown-ups from a young age.  I never had to fight for attention or share my toys.  My mom has become one of my best friends.

It’s the difference of feeling lonely vs being alone, and as I get older, I feel alone sometimes.  I hear my friends talking about their relationships, good and bad, with their siblings and I feel that I’m missing out.  It’s a different kind of intimacy than you could ever have with a friend, child, cousin, parent or partner and it’s something that I will never experience.

Interestingly and not intentionally, I have surrounded myself with other only children, including two of my team members.  We bring a unique perspective and approach to the workplace.  One of my dear friends is also an only child of a single mom.  It’s a special way of growing up.

“Don’t let perfection get in the way of excellence.”

Or “Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good” or whatever your version of this quote is. It seems that many of us struggle with this.  We all are taught to do our best and I often find myself telling others (and me too) that they should give 110% to whatever they are working on.  But where does that really get us?

I’ve seen projects at work never come to fruition because of the desire to get to perfect.  I see my son so frustrated and crying because the homework he is doing is not exactly as he had imagined it.  I see on fitness and weight loss sites people so upset if they eat a cookie.  Who cares!  I bet it tasted good and it was just one cookie.  It doesn’t derail the entire day or overall goals.

There should be a balance between doing your best, but not making yourself and others upset or even crazy, while constantly redoing work and making tweaks.  I haven’t quite found that happy medium yet.  To be honest, my “medium” leans heavy towards perfect, but I want to find this place.  This is something I continue to work on and I know I will be significantly less stressed if I just learn to let a few things go.  And hey, my almost perfect is better than a lot of peoples perfect!

My little bit of mountain…

My plot of earth would be in the mountains somewhere — my happy place.  I wouldn’t do much with it as I would want to enjoy all of its natural beauty.  A log cabin – a fancy one, but not too big – would need to be built.  Maybe four bedrooms to accommodate guests, but small enough to feel cozy.  Most importantly, it would have front and back decks to be able to sit outside and breath in the fresh air.  I could enjoy all seasons in my mountain sanctuary, watching the leaves change colors and spring flowers bloom.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Plot of Earth.”

Friday fitness roundup #4…

Week 4 already, wow time flies!  Overall, it was a very good week.  I lost some more weight and am now only 1 1/2 lbs away from breaking the 150 lb barrier! I’m ready for some new spring clothes – that is once it is no longer in the single digits here.  It’s freezing!!

One of the days I was at the gym this week, I saw an elderly couple working out together.  They must have been at least in their late 80s.  They were using all of the weight machines and the wife was using her walker to get from machine to machine.  The husband would help her get setup with the right amount of weight and then she killed it!!  It was so inspiring to watch.  I want to be like them when I grow up.

Friday, February 13:  30 mins jogging (Couch to 5K, week 2, day 2); 30 mins weights

Saturday, February 14: 60 mins Zumba

Sunday, February 15: 60 mins Zumba

Monday, February 16:  30 mins jogging (Couch to 5K, week 2, day 3); 30 mins weights

Tuesday, February 17:  30 mins jogging (Couch to 5K, week 3, day 1); 30 mins weights

Wednesday February 18: Rest day

Thursday February 19:  30 mins jogging (Couch to 5K, week 3, day 2); 30 mins weights

Only five foods…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Five a Day.”

You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?

  1. Chicken: Preferably live so I can have eggs too.
  2. Greens:  Spinach, kale, etc.  I can’t live without salad.
  3. Chocolate:  It’s one of the main food groups, right??
  4. Hot sauce:  It makes everything taste better.
  5. Oatmeal:  I can make it for breakfast, grind it into flour for bread, etc.

Binge eating…

I wrote the below post about three weeks ago, but I wasn’t ready to share it.  I didn’t have a real binge recently.  Just some run of the mill overeating, especially when I was stuck home because of all the snow we’ve been getting.  There were definitely times in my life that I would buy bags of chips, cookies, etc and eat it all in one sitting.  Ever get takeout just for yourself and they give you 3 forks?  That’s how you know you ordered too much, but I would still eat almost all of it.  Like I said below, it has been years since I have done this.  If I overeat just a little now, I don’t feel well.  It’s just not worth it to bury my feelings with food.  I’ve learned to address them head on – even when extremely uncomfortable to do so.

I’ve never really talked about my struggles with binge eating. No one close to me , my family and friends, know that this is something that is a challenge for me. It started in my early teens and I didn’t really get it under control until my late twenties. It’s surprising that I was never over 200 lbs. That was the ceiling that I had decided was my absolute limit. I mean, I wasn’t really that fat if I was still in the 100s, right? Why I am mentioning this now? Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a true binge but I have been so hungry lately. I’m doing some self exploration of why I’m hungry. I know it isn’t a physical hunger and I need to understand what emotionally is pushing me to eat so much. My goal is to get it under control this week. I want to get back on track with my weight loss. I’ve hit a low of 155 and am focusing on lower my body fat %. I’ve started lifting heavy weights, moving away from the machines. I will reach my goals by putting the best quality and right quantities of food/fuel in my body.

Friday Fitness Roundup #3…

Friday, February 6:  Planned rest day

Saturday, February 7:  30 mins weights; 30 mins jogging (Couch to 5K, week 2, day 1)

Sunday, February 8: 60 mins Zumba

Monday, February 9: Unplanned rest day.  Yet another school snow day put a wrench in my plans.

Tuesday, February 10:  30 mins weights; 30 mins jogging (Couch to 5K, week 2, day 2) I’m still trying to settle on the best weight training routine for me.

Wednesday, February 11:  60 mins Zumba

Thursday, February 12:  Unplanned rest day.  Just too much to do at work. Ugh!

Overall, not so bad this week.  I did workout 4 days, but would really like to get up to 5 days each week.

The year was 1993…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Buffalo Nickel.”

Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

So, I dug through my bag and pulled out a quarter from 1993.  This was a year of endings and beginnings — highs and lows.  It was the year of my high school graduation.  So much excitement and anticipation of new things to come.  But I was so painfully shy at that age and didn’t have a lot of self-confidence.  My first semester at college was extremely challenging.  I had picked a very large state school, mostly for financial reasons.  I was just swallowed up in my 300+ person classes.  I had gone from having great relationships with my teachers, and dare I say a bit of a teachers pet, to being too nervous to even approach my professors or have more than just a quick conversation with my TAs.  I knew what I wanted to major in, but was convinced by my dad that another, albeit similar one, would be better for me.  For the first time in my life, I failed miserably.  Tough lessons and hard decisions came early.  A change of schools and majors, a graduate degree from an ivy league school and I am now doing what I love and exactly what I should be doing.  Thank goodness for personal growth and discovery in my 20s and early 30s.

Transporting me back to childhood…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

I have often found myself instantaneously transported back to my childhood through a whiff of the air.  As a child of divorce whose parents lived across the country from each other, I have unintentionally compartmentalized my life and experiences.  There are distinct scents that put me right back in a different city and in a specific season.  I can distinguish between Dallas in the summer or New York in the fall.  Sometimes I get these confused – I’ll be in one place and thinking of another, and most often it is the early morning air that has the strongest scents and memories.