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Trauma, Drama, and challenges this week… …wish me success!
Morning Trauma
I can’t find my Omron Pedometer. It is gone. And I’ve gotten used to wearing it every day.
In fact is now part of my “morning routine” to put it on. Which is a problem. What I’m doing in this “Journey to Health & Fitness” is one, by one, setting up good habits, rituals, routines, replacing old patterns of behavior with new, better ones.
And to do that requires repetition. Lots of repetition. And until the “new” becomes “habit” and the “habit” becomes ironclad rock solid do-it-without-thinking-about-what-you-are-doing type behavior, any deviation can be deadly and devastating.
And it bugs me. A lot. — I’m actually AMAZED at how much it is bugging me. I’ve rouned up all the usual suspects and put them in the line-up: under the edge of the bed, under the edge of the desk, under the edge of the kitchen cabinets, inside the pocket(s) of the clothes I wore yesterday.
I’ve even canvased the neighborhood (literally) — I went out on my balcony and the bridge that crosses the court yard and looked at the sidewalk and the stairs to see if I could see it lying there.
2014.05.03 4.50 AM — My Come to Jesus moment
In a bit I’ll put on shoes and go look in my truck to see if it fell out of my pocket yesterday when I went on an errand. And I’ll check the laundry room to see if it fell out there while I was doing clothes.
BUT IT bugs the crap out me that I am not wearing it!
Recording that little number into the spreadsheet each morning from the day before was an act of validation. It is/was actual numerical quantifiable proof that I was indeed MOVING my body!
siiiiiiiggggghhhh
I hope I find it. I don’t want to have to buy a new one. Buying a new one isn’t in the budget.
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Ugh… My body hates me.
Jus tha’ facts… Jus tha’ facts…
I just woke up about an hour ago. That would be 11:30 CST. Ugh. I went to bed last night at 12:30ish so I was probably asleep by 1am. Ok, campers, lets do the math. [drum roll please] That works out to roughly 10 and 1/2 hours of sleep!!!!!!
My body hates me.
Ok, ok, it really doesn’t hate me but it is being VERY demanding:
Me: I’m going to get you into shape. Here’s the work out plan.
Body: Excuse me? Are you serious? You’re nuts
Me: Yes I’m serious about this. We are going to get into shape.
Body: Fine. But have you heard about this thing called “payback?” heh heh heh
Me: Payback?
Body: Yes! Go ahead, do something like dance for four and a half hours of practice and classes, and then drive a standard truck for another 2 hours commuting and then haul groceries up stairs and stretch and lift, go ahead and just try it boyo! ‘Cause if you do, I’m going to make you SLEEP! I’m gonna make you REST! But not until I make you ache and your muscles burn. I’ve got friends ya know… My buddies, who you know as the arches in your feet, are a nice set of twins who will make you regret all that dancing!
Me: Do your worst…Ssssnnnnnnzzzzzzzzzz
*SIGH*
All kidding aside, it is horrible how much “recovery” time my body demands at this stage of the game. And it is horrible how
5-6-7-8 Dancing My Way to a Healthy Me! 