Day #34: Fitness, or Lack of

Ack! I haven’t worked out since Saturday, and it’s driving me crazy. Unfortunately, I have an afternoon meeting today, so I’m not going to be able to go to yoga again until tomorrow. My 30 Day Challenge is really screwed right now. I’m going to need to do five (5?!?!?) doubles to make up for my misses so far. Oy vey. I can do it, though. I’m going to get 30 classes in, one way or the other.

I’ve also been thinking a lot about how I’m conducting myself, and just trying to come to terms with the fact that though calorie counting is helpful, it’s not helpful enough. I’m not going to lose any more weight just counting calories and worrying about going to yoga every day. I have to be much more active, and that means making a solid fitness goal with measurable steps. I don’t mean my weight loss, though that’s obviously still something I’m very much looking out for. Instead, it needs to be something like working my way up to running a 1/2 marathon, learning to do a particular dance, going dancing at least once a week, perfecting my Triangle pose, training to hike the Santiago de Compostela, finish learning how to swim properly – those kinds of things. It just hit me the other night while watching Expendables 2 that those guys are all so incredibly fit, and so very capable as a result. Most of them are at least 25 years older than me (others 30+ years older) and they’re still so strong and vibrant. Where will I be then if I don’t start working towards strength and flexibility now, while I’m young and it’s relatively easy?

I should be getting my iPhone this weekend, finally, and when I do I’m signing up for Gym Pact to make myself a bet I can’t refuse. I need to be working SO much harder at this.

Also, last night I was thinking about all of the other tasks I’ve got on my plate that I just never get around to, like advancing spiritually, working on writing a book, sewing a baby quilt for a friend’s child, setting up my Etsy account again. I’m letting life just slip by me for no reason other than a hectic work schedule and a big dose of laziness. I think it might be time to set monthly life goals again. We’ll think about that over the next few days…

Day #33: Another Day of Blech – Except for Expendables 2

 

So yesterday was a pretty good day. No real stomach issues, and I ate a hearty lunch. I missed Bikram because of that work meeting – as I suspected, it ran over by a bit and I was too late to make the last class. That wasn’t such a big deal, though, because The Man and I headed out to watch The Expendables 2. AWESOME! I have a serious soft spot in my heart for Stallone. I just lust for Statham. Jet Li is a serious bad ass. Everybody else was pretty cool – even massively evil bad guy Jean Claude Van Damme. Oooh, he one BAD MAN! There were some gaps in the storyline. I saw at least one funny mistake that they didn’t catch in the editing room. But who the hell cares? It was amazing! They killed like 5 million people in the course the movie. In the first Expendables, the ‘good guys’ killed 1,593. This movie had at least triple that – probably way more, but I can’t find the count right now. That doesn’t count kills by the bad guys, which now that I think about it, weren’t that many but were either impactful or straight up plot points when they occurred. Anyway, I’m not here to write a review – just to say that if you need a mindless movie with hot older guys being incredibly physical and hunky, and you also happen to like watching shit get blown up…this is your film.

After yesterday’s great day, I was sure I’d also wake up fine today, but instead I awoke from a nightmare about being mugged (by ZZ Top, no less) into a strange physical sensation that is much like what I imagine the characters in the Alien franchise feel right before a baby alien pops out of their chest. I thought I might be having a heart attack, then I realized it might be heart burn, so I took a bunch of Tums and attempted to go back to bed. Then I realized that the sensation was now moving down my intestinal tract, where it stopped feeling so much like a burning pressure and began to feel like I was being stabbed by hundreds of Lilliputians. Fucking Lilliputians. Of course, my brainiac solution was to eat a sandwich – for some reason, sick Maus always thinks it’s a good idea to try to drown out pain with a sandwich (and sometimes soup, or mashed potatoes). That added to the twisty, stabby, awful pain in my gut, but now I’ve also taken some gas medicine and it’s also doing nothing, so all I’ve got left is to go to work, sit through several meetings, and try not to scare anybody with my “Help, there’s an alien about to explode out of my large intestine!” face. Fuck you, food poisoning. Yes, I know that I normally do not curse on this blog (I’m scared that my grandmother is reading – and if so, Hi Grandma!), but I just feel like shit today, and so I’m taking it out on the internet before I accidentally scare my coworkers with anything other than an alien baby.

OK, going to work to frighten clients now.

XO!