In the past two months I have been seriously lax on exercise. I didn’t think much of it – yeah, I put on four pounds, but I felt fine and if my resting heart rate was up in the low 70s instead of the upper 50s it was no big deal because my blood pressure was still normal.
Then came PC last week, with the five minute shimmy warm-up that I had to bail out on, and two rounds of half-remembered Dancing Drums that left me way more winded than I ever dreamed possible.
Okay, maybe taking two months off dance wasn’t such a good idea. But hey, I had just given blood that day, so that explained part of it. Right? Right. So there ya go.
Then I got my cholesterol numbers that had me up 63 points since November, from “just barely normal” to “WTF are you thinking??” Can I blame it on a bad test? I can try – the repeat draw that I’m requesting on Friday when I go to the doctor will answer that. So still, no big deal, deny responsibility and the need to change, and keep doing what you’re doing. Everything’s fine, nothing to see here, move along.
But then there was dance class last night – a full-on “learning a new choreo” dance class. If I needed any concrete evidence of how poor my cardiovascular endurance has become, last night did it. No excuses or rationalizations can explain me not being able to get through a 60-minute dance class and needing to sit down before I passed out.
I can try to blow off “it’s only four pounds” as though the number on the scale were the only thing that mattered, but that’s a lie. Health is more than a number on the scale, and I should know better.
So starting tonight I have a recurring appointment with my treadmill. This could be the re-start of a beautiful friendship.
Our local Fox news station has nicknamed today and tomorrow “Mayvember” – we had 80 degrees yesterday, and I don’t think it got out of the 40s today. We are expecting a low in the upper 30s tonight, and I just hope that tomorrow afternoon they aren’t lying when they say it’s supposed to be in the 50s. I have tickets to the baseball game tomorrow night, and I really don’t want to freeze my babushka off.
It could have been worse – I could have gotten tickets to tonight’s game, instead. Brrrr… On the plus side, it is “Bring your dog to the ballpark” tonight (seriously), so a bunch of folks out in the left field seats have furry body warmers sitting with them!
On Monday I went to the Yin Yoga class again, and it went easier both physically and emotionally. Then again, I’m in a little bit better place emotionally, so that helped. I thought I’d be ambitious and go to Slow Burn Yoga last night to see how I liked it. Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be doing that again any time soon. I’m not quite up to that level yet.
Four weeks until the Diva Dash in Fort Worth. It will be interesting to see how preparing for it goes – I have three weeks of insanity coming up at work, including a week of “Train the Trainer” classes from May 13-18 for a new system that we are implementing at work, followed by a trip to Houston on the 22nd to teach what I’ve learned, a class in my office in Dallas on the 23rd, Diva Dash on the 25th, teaching in Columbus on the 29th, then teaching in Chicago on the 30th.
It’s a good thing I already have the 31st off of work because I am taking my dogs and running away to Austin for the weekend. If I survive May, I will so deserve it.
Hopefully the weather will be better by then…
On Monday I had a little bit of a sore throat, which I wistfully chalked up to “dry air”. Not so. By Tuesday I was in the throes of a full-blown cold, with the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, (no fever), cold. The whole nine yards. It seems to have moved through pretty quickly – by Thursday morning I felt like I’d been hit by a bus, but after sleeping all day it seemed to have gotten past the worst of it. I actually contemplated going to Yoga Thursday night, but fortunately sanity prevailed and I ended up staying home.
This morning when I got on the scale it said 178.6. I haven’t been below 179 in a couple of years, so even though I realize it’s the side effect of being sick, it’s still nice to see. It’s also a little kick-start to hopefully motivate me back to Yoga on Monday, as long as they’re still having the class – the instructor said something about going on vacation, hopefully they will have found a substitute.
This weekend there are two festivals at which I am dancing, so that’s another reason that I am glad this cold seems to have moved through quickly. We’ll see how well I can breathe at the end of dancing three choreographies in a relatively short period of time. It will also be interesting to see if between the weight loss from being sick and the spa wrap that I had done today, whether I need to do some last-second pinning for my costume!
I have been kind of out of balance lately – the sort of “out of balance” that comes from finding something new and exciting and getting so focused on the possibilities it that it’s hard to think about anything else. And while the possibilities are still there, it’s time to take a step back and re-balance the rest of my life, integrating the “new and exciting” part into the rest of my everyday life.
This week’s reading for my schoolwork (I am pursuing a degree in Health and Wellness) included a chapter on yoga, which is the topic of my final paper. After doing the reading, it occurred to me that I had been “going to go” to the yoga class at the gym for like three months. So what better time to get some real-world experience for my paper, and bring some balance to my life in the process? I’m a little nervous – it’s something new for me, and I’m not sure what to expect – but going and getting the experience will be better for me than sitting on the couch wondering “should I have gone?”
No matter when I go, there will always be an “I’ve never done this before” class. Why not get it over with sooner, rather than later?
I knew it had been a while since I had posted anything here, but I had not realized it was over a month. So as I wave apologetically to my pawful of followers (wow, I have followers, how cool is that?), I resolve to be more consistent in updating my little corner of cyberspace. Since my train of fitness thought has completely derailed in recent weeks, maybe a little pseudo-accountability to my followers (seriously… I have followers!) will help me get back on track.
Life recently has been much more focused on work and social stuff than on health and wellness. But since long-term success requires the integration of ALL aspects of my life, I can expand the idea of “fitness” to include finding am overall work-life-health balance instead of just things like “did I go to the gym today?” (no, I didn’t, just in case you were wondering).
I missed the Firefly Run in March because, to be brutally honest, it was too smurfing cold for my taste. I’m not yet die hard enough to embrace “5K at all costs”. Finding FUN, remember? I’m registered for another 5K this Saturday, but probably will not participate. I am dancing at festivals the next two weekends, and with as lax as I have been in exercising, I am afraid I would hurt something at this point.
So the next event is the Diva Dash in May, which was the one I originally had set for my goal event, anyway. Funny how that works out.
If the tortoise’s motto is “slow and steady wins the race”, then I am becoming part tortoise. I have been slack in the exercise department, which will make the Firefly 5K interesting in a couple of weeks. But I have been very good in my eating habits, and have almost broken into the 170s. My target weight range is 170-174, so that’s a significant milestone for me.
Dance is picking up significantly, with practices nearly every day this week to prepare for upcoming shows and festivals. And while I am already happier with how my costumes are fitting, I think I’ll be able to hit my goal by the start of festival season. Call me silly, but I find the idea exciting!
If I expand my definition of “fitness” to include “emotional fitness” (which is also important, IMHO), then that is improving, as well. Aside from an emotional breakdown last week that was triggered by several of my friends losing loved ones, that is. But the fact that it didn’t send me into a week-long tailspin – which it would have done this time last year – is significant.
Progress, slow and steady. Thanks, tortoise.
It’s always nice when it feels like the effort of making better choices and passing on the really tasty (but really bad for you) junk food of yore is getting easier. There are still many changes to be made, but the fact that it’s getting harder to find something that sounds good for dinner when rifling through fast food options is encouraging.
I really didn’t feel like cooking tonight, and being a Friday evening, finding room in a restaurant was practically impossible. That left drive-through, but nothing sounded even remotely appealing. Taco Bell, Burger King, Quiznos, McDonald’s… nothing sounded good. Which is weird, because it used to be really easy to pull into a fast food joint and find something.
Is this progress?
I ended up driving through Boston Market as the “lesser of several evils” option and getting half a Tuscan Rotisserie Chicken, then put more than half of it in the fridge for future meals. Maybe I can throw it into the crock pot this weekend and do something with the rest of it. Some potatoes, some carrots… Hmmm.
This is looking to be a busy weekend. Tomorrow morning at 8:30am I am picking up an Anatolian Shepherd Dog from boarding and helping him on his way to a new foster home by driving him to a town about an hour away. There I will meet another driver who will take him on the next leg, and by tomorrow evening, he will be at his foster home in Little Rock, Arkansas. After I get back from that I have dance class, then our dance studio has a Hafla (dance show) at the studio, then to karaoke where a friend is having her birthday.
There are worse things. ::grin::
It’s a month until the Firefly Run, which means I should start digging out the glow sticks and black light shirt again. Ready for spring!!