In Which Coyote Re-emerges Into the Light

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.

Small changes taking hold

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!!

All good things…

Well, I knew the downward slide couldn’t last forever. Saw an uptick on the scale this morning, but I’m still down from where I was two weeks ago. It just means I’m going to have to start working for it now.

The challenge will be keeping my emotional balance so I don’t stress eat and overindulge like I did this evening. I’m hoping the relatively light breakfast and lunch I had today will offset the “way too much Pei Wei” that I had for dinner. I think I’m going to take pity on my nerves and not get on the scale tomorrow morning. I’m learning to pick my battles.

I’m supposed to be working on my philosophy homework right now, but since the discussion topic is “the meaning of life” and right now I’m in an uber-pessimistic mood, it really would not be good for my grade to try and contribute to the discussion at the moment. Maybe if I get on the treadmill for a while it will help clear my head.

Or I could go find some more Girl Scout Cookies…

Whirlwinds and roller coasters

I like roller coasters, but not the emotional ones, and the past couple of weeks have had some really intense highs and lows. Ramble follows, not strictly fitness-related.

The conference came off really well, with only a couple of small hiccups. My boss was happy, her boss was happy, and her boss’s peers were happy, so all in all, a good experience. I was able to look at myself in the mirror and admit that I was damned good at what I do, and it’s the first time I can remember that I actually believed it.

On Wednesday, the last day of the conference, I got a call from the place where my dogs were boarding that they were having some digestive problems. I knew rationally that it was probably just stress from boarding, but it still made for a rough last day of the conference worrying about them. I got home Wednesday night and picked them up – they’re fine, it was just stress.

Festival season is just around the corner, so our Performing Company started figuring out which choreographies we are doing at which shows. Rehearsals start next Tuesday, and I’m looking forward to it. It’s also motivation to stay on track with my exercise plan, since there are still some pounds I’d like to lose before the season starts. I am also signed up for some 5K events in the next few months – the night run in March, Foam Fest in April, and the obstacle run in May. Starting March 4 I am joining the three-month TEAM Fitness plan – my left shoulder had been giving me some problems in January, but is feeling much better now so a couple more weeks of rest is probably a good plan.

Wednesday the roller coaster plunged when I learned my mother went to the ER with leg pain. X-rays showed old spinal fractures, and an MRI on Thursday showed some new ones. They aren’t looking at doing surgery yet, so it sounds like the treatment is rest and physical therapy… which she has been doing for the past several months after being hospitalized last summer, so what is this supposed to do that’s different?? I feel horrible and guilty and wondering what I can do to help – even though I know there really isn’t. I wish she didn’t have to go through this. I wish there was some way to just fix it.

Even though it’s almost 10pm, I’m contemplating jumping on the treadmill for a while. Maybe it will help settle my mind. Tomorrow is dance class and the chance to get caught up on the four weeks of class that I’ve missed, tomorrow night is karaoke (and the return of NASCAR), and Sunday there is a dog-related event that I am going to. I have no idea where this roller coaster is going next…