Staying Miserable is Hard Work, so let’s be lazy, yeah?

Apparently, all it takes to completely throw me off my stride is three weeks of Christmas vacation.  I’m working on it, though-getting back into the habit of blogging first thing in the morning (Well, right after breakfast. *grin*).

I have a lot of things on the list to blog about, so I should be fairly active for the next bit. *grin*

In small news, I’m moving the Day of Scale to Friday mornings, instead of Monday, because, for the last two weeks I’ve just flat forgotten to weigh myself until later in the day, and that’s dumb.  This morning, I’m at 351, which is actually better than I thought it’d be, because I ate so much sugar last week.

So, I finally feel like I’m back in a routine that I dig. J

I read this article a few weeks ago, but it’s stuck with me, because it is so true.  At least, it’s has been true for me.  I can think of times in my life where I engaged in every one of those behaviors, and I was, in fact, truly miserable.  I wish I’d have learned how much easier it is to be content and grateful much earlier than I did. There are still things on that list that I am working on.

I still have a lingering tendency to make everything about me, in my head.  I’m much better at catching that kind of thought and being able to say, “Seriously, Princess?”, but it still is something that I work on.

It’s a good list for me to keep onto, both to remember where I used to be, and to keep myself from going back there.


What happens when you’re snowed in


Out my front door on Sunday. :)
Out my front door on Sunday. 🙂

Whoa, snow.  I don’t know how it is elsewhere, but we got a crapton of snow, and then it became Siberia.

So, I figured today was as good a day as any to talk about what to do when you legitimately can’t get to your usual workout.  I’ve not gone on my walk for several days now-not so much because of the cold (I know how to layer, etc), but because of there being just so much snow, and even though I live right in town, the roads are still snow covered and I’m just the person who’d bust my ass in a pile of snow somewhere.

This was yesterday. Gorgeous, but COLD.
This was yesterday. Gorgeous, but COLD.

So, I am going to the ever handy stairs I have right in my house.  Improvising is kind of a must, I think, because situations change. You can’t always get to the gym, or whatever your normal workout routine is, but I know that I am all too quick to say, “Welp. No help for it, I guess today’s an unscheduled rest day.”  It’s something I’m working on, so I am assuming it’s something someone else is working on, too.

When I first started, back in March, I was still afraid of trying to walk a full mile.  I mean, I literally had to “recover” the day after going grocery shopping because just the act of walking around the grocery store made my back hurt and my ankles hurt.  So what I did was I would spend 20 minutes walking from my front door to my back door.  I have an old house, so it’s pretty much a straight shot, but it’s doable in any house or apartment. Pick a length and a duration and do that. Wear a backpack full of books if you want a challenge (I have 2.5 lb ankle weights that I’ll wear like bracers, myself. *grin*).

Seriously, and this is more for me than it is for any of you, there really is no reason you (or I), can’t work 15 minutes of walking up and down the stairs, or back and forth through the house, or get in some quick squats.

I don’t know how it is for you folks, but for me, “I can’t.” almost always really means, “I don’t want to try.” And I’m working hard this year to change that attitude.

Let’s just worry about ourselves. :)

When I read this blog post, my heart went out to the woman on the receiving end of this bullshit.  How humiliating and uncalled for.  We all have some family member or friend who has convinced themselves that they mean well, as an excuse to just say some horrible shit to people.

But, what about the people who continually make little, apparently innocuous comments every time you see them?

I’ve spent the better part of the last year evaluating my relationships with different people in my life, and the big thing I’ve learned is that a lot of what I had made about me, was really about the people talking to me, and at Christmas I realized a good example of that.

Weight is a great big deal in my family, and I spent a lot of my adult life feeling like the big target, but once I stepped outside my own fortress of excuses, I was able to see that it’s not about me at all.

I’ve talked before about the fact that people feel the need to say all sorts of things to fat people about their health, and their apparent eating habits.  But this also goes the other way.

One of my brothers is tall and fit looking, but he used to be a bit bigger when he was in high school and college.  So, one of the things I see a lot are family who don’t see him often always remarking about how thin he is, the general connotation being that he needs a sandwich.   Now, of my brothers and I, I am definitely the one most likely to be offended out loud by people’s behavior, so I want to get mad about the fact that we come from a family that will cut you down for being too fat, then cut you down for being too thin.

But really, we all see this, all the time, everywhere.  It’s not a family thing, it’s a life thing. We live in a society that will vehemently berate you for not being “the social norm”. And that norm changes depending on who you’re talking to.

Pop culture feeds tall and slender ideals to us as what the desired norm should be, while memes and things all over the internet talk about “Men like curves, only dogs like bones” bullshit, when, in reality, we’re all wonderful, beautiful people, and when we build other people up, instead of putting them down-this is when we fly and soar and reach things we thought impossible.

This is one of my big goals this year-to be less critically judgmental of other people, and just accept that the way they look, act, talk will rarely have anything at all to do with me.

2013-Done with you! Onto bigger and better years!

In March, I started this little blog, full of hope, but also some fear, because I’d talked about changes before, they never seemed to “stick”.   Now, at the beginning of the new year, I feel excited about the changes I’ve made, and where they’re going to take me this year, and what changes I can add to them to continue on this road of awesome.

I have been discouraged. I didn’t lose as much as I’d hoped to when I started.  But I have lost 39 pounds since March, and that’s a huge damn deal. 😀  I still think too much about what other people think, but that’s getting better, too.  I am more able to let go of the opinions of people who aren’t interested in helping me fly, and taking proper consideration of the opinions of the people who are. J

For the first time in my adult life, my New Year’s resolution is not, “Lose some weight.” I actually have a bit of a list this year!   Of course, I will continue learning how to be the healthiest me, but that also includes things not related to eating well, or fitness.  Sure, I will be working on watching my salt, and getting out the door EVERY DAY. J  But I’m also going to be working on things like drawing more, organizing the family genealogy into something I can share with anyone interested, and simplifying my living space-getting rid of clutter and learning some organizational skills.

The big resolution is to remember, always, that health is way way more than numbers and calories.  Those things are important, for sure, and I can’t neglect them, but for me, they can’t be the only things.  It’s a whole package deal.  And I think I’ve got this. J

I hope you folks are all hopeful for the new year as well. Hope is important. 😀