This month’s challenge was :
Oct.: write every day for 30 min., without fail
Here’s how I did at it:
Not so good. Well, I started out ok. I was even making beautiful graphs and charts and everything. And then… October. Partly I ran out of things that were easy to write on in 30-minute chunks. I wrote all the easy parts and all I have left are the hard parts, but people keep calling meetings. I now have a bunch of stuff backed up that requires thinking, right when my brain is reaching the end of its useful life for the semester. (Too bad the semester isn’t over!) I wrote some things in small chunks, which was good, but thinking is harder and takes longer. And my brainage is minimal right now.
Another reason I pooped out on writing at the end of October has to do with my partner and his Diabolical Plan.
See, my partner came to me and said, “I really want to start going to the gym in the morning before work. And that’s really hard to do. It would work a lot better if you came with me.” *puppy dog eyes*
When I told my friend this, she said, “Did you punch him in his mouth?”
Mournful, I said, “No. I went to the gym.”
Readers, it sucks. This is how you know I love this guy: I have never worked out at a gym in my life. And now I am doing it multiple times a week. I bought a membership. I’ve tried out various machines and even the saline pool. Ugh ugh ugh. I hate gyms.
Fortunately, it was the day AFTER this conversation with my partner that my doctor called and said my triglycerides were too high, and that I needed to cut back on pasta (possibly more on this later but possibly not), as well as to “get aggressive” with diet and exercise. I had a little moment — ok, hours — where I pouted on the couch and then cried about losing all the good food in my life. Don’t tell my mom.
My partner has been very encouraging and proud of me. He even bought me a gift: a heart-rate monitor. Gee.
We don’t talk in the morning on the way out the door. Putting on shoes is the limit of what I can manage at 6:30am. He knows I will cut him if he tries for more interaction. And I tend to feel queasy at that hour.
Getting up at 6:15am almost every day? I don’t think I’ve ever been so grumpy (hello, rumblings!) as I’ve been the past week or two. And yes I am sleeping. And trying to eat well or at least better, but that’s infinitely hard. Most of the time I am fueled by hatred of the world. I don’t hate my partner, but I do hate the world.
Nov.: take up some form of exercise, at least 30 min per day at least 3 times per week
- fidget more.
- take the stairs at work
Report from Oct. 24 – 31st: FML. Oh god. Here is my current schedule: gym on MWTh; ride horses TuSat; rest FSu
The gym takes place at o-dark-hundred hours. I am starting slow. Today I did a 10-minute warmup on the elliptical, then got off and stretched. Then I did the elliptical some more for about 20 min at around a heart rate of 154 bpm. I hate everything about this. Though the machines do have TVs on them, so I watched a show about baby cheetahs while I sweated and hated. Awwww. Also, my partner and I are both about to take a few days off from the gym: him because he has a martial arts tournament, and me because I won’t go without him and also I am tired. Also also, eating a lot of protein is hard.
At least I enjoy riding horses and it doesn’t take place quite so early in the morning.
(Also also also, there is political shit going on at work that makes it clear just how little the university values our department and how unrespected we are around this place, but that’s another story. I am feeling quite a kinship with the chaps over at Hungover Owls.)
Nov. 2: I didn’t take the stairs in my office building but I did take the stairs in the library. Did you know that there are 8 flights of stairs to get up to my office? They are death. I am too exhausted to fidget.
GRUMPY EXERCISER DEMANDS ENCOURAGEMENT!