I'm going to join you in the wrong place when I get home tonight. Not sure what the heck I'm going to do just yet, but I feel the need to do something of a workout while I'm waiting for food to cook tonight.
__________________ It all starts with the mind, but the thoughts, the intention aren't enough. Action needs to come next. Dream it, believe it, plan it, execute it, celebrate it. - Wendy
I'm actually hoping I can get back into the habit of something small every day. That tends to be doable most of the time, even when in heavy restriction mode. And now that I don't have a play to throw me off and steal all my time, I can pull back and deep cut again.
I'm actually hoping I can get back into the habit of something small every day. That tends to be doable most of the time, even when in heavy restriction mode. And now that I don't have a play to throw me off and steal all my time, I can pull back and deep cut again.
I'm actually hoping I can get back into the habit of something small every day. That tends to be doable most of the time, even when in heavy restriction mode. And now that I don't have a play to throw me off and steal all my time, I can pull back and deep cut again.
So my new plan for the next two months till summer is pretty simple. Lift when I feel like it, get in a bit of "cardio" (sometimes more like NEAT, sometimes something people wouldn't laugh at being called "cardio"), get in some stretching/mobility, do a few bw things every day (thinking pushups, planks, jumpsquats… small numbers), and get in some kind of reasonable activity that requires standing and moving (lawn, clean, sweep/vac, laundry, etc).
5-8 reps on a "big" lift, plenty of pulling, shoulder rehab.
We'll see how it goes, but it usually goes well along these lines, lets me cut with about 1000kcals, and leaves me plenty of brain power.
I'm hoping now that it's usually consistently warm, that I can start going out for short rides again, maybe with the camera, and just explore the area. The immediate vicinity is suburbia, but with some decent hilliness, a park, and a little further out still has the perception of wilderness. There's trails all around, the problem is I'm more afraid of drivers here in the aughts than I was up north in the early 90s. But that's what roadkill papers are for.
I picked up The Last Lecture the other night, and plan to start reading. Plus, kindle is out for iphone (and I already have a bunch of ereader stuff) so things like Outliers will likely be on the list too.
I'm weird. Sometimes I can do tons of stuff and be really productive, and sometimes I can't manage to get a load of laundry from the washer to the dryer. It's a mental thing, feeling overwhelmed and tied up, mostly. But after my little "breakdown" (sorta kinda, the stress of the play and those constant migraines finally got the best of me and I actually cried and shit) I realized I'm kinda letting myself give into following the hobby, not the dream. If I spend all this time and energy on something that's diversionary, something that I never plan to pursue professionally… It's like a hiding place. I don't have to do the real stuff, so to speak. And I can let myself not be as awsome at what I'm really here to do because the blame can go to my diversion. That doesn't look like it makes sense.
I'm good at a lot of things. Really, I'm good at most of the things I try. Even things I thought I wasn't good at, it turns out I simply didn't give myself enough practice, like I do with the things I like or am already good at. I can be anything I want to be. I can do anything I want to do. That's scary, you know? Especially when you're interested in SO MANY things. Much as I hate school, I could be a professional student, just for the chance to take every last class offered. Choosing a path was always hard for me. When I was younger, my path was kinda chosen by others. Because girls don't do science and math, so I did… And we focus so much on trying to figure out before you turn 18 and go to college what you want to do for the rest of your life… And I just always wanted to be DaVinci. Do everything. Be good at everything. I still do. But then, in trying to figure out what to do, nothing gets done. Lots of things get thought about, many things get started, but what gets done is what has to.
I'm torn between wanting to hurry up and finish school and get working to make some mediocre amount of money at some job, and taking a while (spending less money) and work on all my side projects which may make me more money, or at least give me more satisfaction, in both the short term and long term.
And I always lament the time I wasted, but then realize I didn't, necessarily. Not being in school or working didn't mean I wasted away. I mean, I did for a bit, but I forgot all that I WAS doing. It's just that without the time constraint, less got done… perhaps.
oh well.
I need to mow the lawn… and as soon as my headache goes away, I will.
So my new plan for the next two months till summer is pretty simple. Lift when I feel like it, get in a bit of "cardio" (sometimes more like NEAT, sometimes something people wouldn't laugh at being called "cardio"), get in some stretching/mobility, do a few bw things every day (thinking pushups, planks, jumpsquats… small numbers), and get in some kind of reasonable activity that requires standing and moving (lawn, clean, sweep/vac, laundry, etc).
5-8 reps on a "big" lift, plenty of pulling, shoulder rehab.
Good plan
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Originally Posted by Aoife
I'm weird. Sometimes I can do tons of stuff and be really productive, and sometimes I can't manage to get a load of laundry from the washer to the dryer. It's a mental thing, feeling overwhelmed and tied up, mostly. But after my little "breakdown" (sorta kinda, the stress of the play and those constant migraines finally got the best of me and I actually cried and shit) I realized I'm kinda letting myself give into following the hobby, not the dream. If I spend all this time and energy on something that's diversionary, something that I never plan to pursue professionally… It's like a hiding place. I don't have to do the real stuff, so to speak. And I can let myself not be as awsome at what I'm really here to do because the blame can go to my diversion. That doesn't look like it makes sense.
Makes sense to me... but I'm weird too
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Originally Posted by Aoife
I'm good at a lot of things. Really, I'm good at most of the things I try. Even things I thought I wasn't good at, it turns out I simply didn't give myself enough practice, like I do with the things I like or am already good at. I can be anything I want to be. I can do anything I want to do. That's scary, you know? Especially when you're interested in SO MANY things. Much as I hate school, I could be a professional student, just for the chance to take every last class offered. Choosing a path was always hard for me. When I was younger, my path was kinda chosen by others. Because girls don't do science and math, so I did… And we focus so much on trying to figure out before you turn 18 and go to college what you want to do for the rest of your life… And I just always wanted to be DaVinci. Do everything. Be good at everything. I still do. But then, in trying to figure out what to do, nothing gets done. Lots of things get thought about, many things get started, but what gets done is what has to.
I'm torn between wanting to hurry up and finish school and get working to make some mediocre amount of money at some job, and taking a while (spending less money) and work on all my side projects which may make me more money, or at least give me more satisfaction, in both the short term and long term.
You has some MAJOR thinking to do... not unlike me - I have 2 master's, no job... and right now I gave up on looking. Temporary, but no time-frame on how long temporary is... You ARE good at lotsa stuff. Take your time to figure it all out though - there's no rush (unless you have a kid about to go to college like me - then hurry up and find something that pays!)
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Originally Posted by Aoife
And I always lament the time I wasted, but then realize I didn't, necessarily. Not being in school or working didn't mean I wasted away. I mean, I did for a bit, but I forgot all that I WAS doing. It's just that without the time constraint, less got done… perhaps.
It's the JOURNEY. Not wasted time... it's all part of what makes you into such an amazing AOIFE!
Maybe you can just pick something to be good at for, like, a day or a week. No long-term pressure or feeling locked in. You can try on Aoifes like people try on clothes and see which fit is right for this season.
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I'm weird. Sometimes I can do tons of stuff and be really productive, and sometimes I can't manage to get a load of laundry from the washer to the dryer. It's a mental thing, feeling overwhelmed and tied up, mostly. But after my little "breakdown" (sorta kinda, the stress of the play and those constant migraines finally got the best of me and I actually cried and shit) I realized I'm kinda letting myself give into following the hobby, not the dream. If I spend all this time and energy on something that's diversionary, something that I never plan to pursue professionally… It's like a hiding place. I don't have to do the real stuff, so to speak. And I can let myself not be as awsome at what I'm really here to do because the blame can go to my diversion. That doesn't look like it makes sense.
I'm good at a lot of things. Really, I'm good at most of the things I try. Even things I thought I wasn't good at, it turns out I simply didn't give myself enough practice, like I do with the things I like or am already good at. I can be anything I want to be. I can do anything I want to do. That's scary, you know? Especially when you're interested in SO MANY things. Much as I hate school, I could be a professional student, just for the chance to take every last class offered. Choosing a path was always hard for me. When I was younger, my path was kinda chosen by others. Because girls don't do science and math, so I did… And we focus so much on trying to figure out before you turn 18 and go to college what you want to do for the rest of your life… And I just always wanted to be DaVinci. Do everything. Be good at everything. I still do. But then, in trying to figure out what to do, nothing gets done. Lots of things get thought about, many things get started, but what gets done is what has to.
Aoife, you may not believe it but I can really relate to all of this. I suspect I'm older than you though so I have some further perspective, especially after having a "breakdown" sort of thing after which I was diagnosed with OCD, taking meds for several years and then going through some intensive mindfulness meditation classes.
Here are some observations:
~It's hard to smart. Smart people do often "hide" behind jobs they are underqualified for, passionate hobbies, books, whatever. Maybe they're afraid of failing, or maybe they're afraid of committing to one thing. So what. If you're content, if you're good to the people in your life and people you meet at the grocery store, you're doing OK. So make fitness a hobby if you want. It's actually quite freeing to not want so desperately to be the best, achieve the ultimate.
~It's Ok to be distracted and unorganized. Maybe that's just the way you are. I dont' know you that well, but I have come to the conclusion that I am both those things and so be it.
~Hormones are like drugs in your system. No different than any other drug would be. They don't just effect mood but creativity and productivity. I've noticed that my workouts get more draining during PMS. then afterwards I'm a force to be reckoned with.
~What exactly is "the real stuff?" I used to think that had to do with having an "important" job. Nah. the everyday stuff is most important. I know I sound like a stupid greeting card or something, but I have learned these things the hard way. I've noticed how hard you are on yourself and I bet many people here are that way b/c they are passionate about fitness to spend the time here. I'm trying to keep it in perspective though. Sometimes perspective is the hardest thing in the world to maintain. Harder than weight or muscles.
OK, off my soapbox. Sorry to act like your mother. It creeps up on you.
P.S. I have degrees in microbiology and nursing. I loved all my college classes. Everything from electron microscopy to women's studies to philosophy and anthropology. I was a great book learner. Life is different. I'm a dressmaker now. I'd rather have people's clothes than their lives in my hands. I'm good at it. You'd be surprised how grateful people are sometimes when I make something flattering for them. And I enjoy being home during the day, especially when my teens come home. So, even though I'm not "out there" in the world as I'd figured I would be, I'm happy. I'm not saying go for your dreams. I'm just saying be gentle with yourself.
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Lawn is mowed (front & side, not back, still snow)
Some offending foliage, that I last year liked to vine up but then got out of hand when I couldn't keep it back, has been removed. Some ground has been raked. I could use to put out grass seed, but I was getting a little shaky. Mowing always provokes a response in me similar to intense cardio, even tho I really barely do anything. It makes me tired and junk, and I'm not a fan. So I do it in spurts, which prolly pisses off my neighbors, but if they can't hate me how will they manage their crappy (presumably, if they're worried about my lawn) little lives.
Did a bit of wii fit, to find my weight what I expect midday with clothes on, my "age" at 33, and it telling me how I can improve my posture. Well, actually it told me how great all the exercises were to improve my posture. It assumes I have pretty decent posture because I'm able to balance decently. I have no idea why it is more concerned with my posture than my mom was, but hey… whatever floats its little boat.
I did a little circuit that may become my daily thing of jumpsquats (10), front plank (30s), pushups (5), ytwl (5@5#), and stair runs (3), plus some pigeon stretching.
I may or may not get in more… ie cardio or lift, but that's decent for now.
I'm not as … bothered(?) as I guess I may appear to be. I realized a long time ago that it's not like the "renaissance man" did all this shit at the same time, it was one thing till another came along, and each path you take in life informs all other actions. Sometimes, I just suffer from not knowing what I want to do among the many varied things available to me. I sometimes still fall into the "I want to do it all at once" trap, and then I realize I'm a doofus with a finite amount of time in the day and get over it.
And speaking of finite time, I need some money for a maid. And lawn people. I just really have other things I'd rather be doing than scrubbing toilets and edging my lawn for my neighbors. :Rolleyes:
I confess I have a mental block against the dishes sitting on my counter. The pizza pans have been sitting there since last Friday. I just don't want to wash them. They're big and unyeilding and get me wet when I wash them. I just might trash them.
I used to hate doing dishes as a kid cuz I'd get soaked. There was no way to keep the water from running up my arms. It wasn't till I was much older that I realized that the problem was that the water was running DOWN my arms, and I needed a higher chair. Which we didn't have anyway, so it's not like it'd help… but it was one of those things I thought you were supposed to get soaked when you did the dishes, and that's why rich people got maids.
So, I guess just naming my mental block helped me get over it. 'Cause the dishes are finally done.
I think I'm going to start over with new cookie sheets (the one's now double as pizza pans and as such have cutter marks all over) and get disposable pizza pans.
I'm also not in love with the dish washing liquid. It's "green" and I think it looses it bubbles too fast. Lots of excuses I know.
Our cookie sheeets get replaced every so often, because I just can't find a way for them to not eventually get gummed up with oils and fats and whatnot. it's like unpossible or something. I have tried constantly using foil and the like, but that's kinda silly because it's still a problem, but then I'm also spending money on foil. I mean, foil for stuff that will stick and whatnot, but for most things… eh.
For a long time we had a stone for pizzas, but we never make pizza anyway… we just buy premade.
I used to only use dawn, but that's a P&G product and so I stopped with it cuz of all their amninal testing and crap. But what I have now ain't so bad. Forget what it is. But the only stuff I hand wash are stuff that can't soak anyway, or stuff that don't need it (and is just not dishwasher safe).
Re: replacing cookie sheets - I highly recommend going to either Tuesday Morning or Marshalls to replace cookie sheets. You can get some really nice cookie sheets for cheap.
__________________ It all starts with the mind, but the thoughts, the intention aren't enough. Action needs to come next. Dream it, believe it, plan it, execute it, celebrate it. - Wendy
And speaking of finite time, I need some money for a maid. And lawn people. I just really have other things I'd rather be doing than scrubbing toilets and edging my lawn for my neighbors. :Rolleyes:
That just made me think of this woman who lives in the town I grew up in. She lived on a block that we called "the land of perfect lawns" and she got so many complaints from neighbors about her lawn not being properly cared for that one day she ripped up her lawns, and put in a Japanese rock garden instead. Boy did she shut them up. River rocks all over...no mowing, no watering...just the occasional Japanese maple in the middle...good stuff!
I can also relate to what your thinking about...there are so many things you wanna do/try and there are only so many hours in the day...if only we didn't have to sleep...
I'd love to do it, but keeping the clover ("lawn") is no money, replacing it all with rock is expensive. We have one area that was a mess that I covered and killed everything in so that we can make it all rock, but we've yet to get the rocks. I guess it's partly lazyness, part me assuming it'll be more expensive than we will pay right now. But that really would be soooo awesome. I'm not a lawn person. I wouldn't mind a small patch, but since we don't spend much time outside, why bother? Lawns are so not "green."
But after almost 2 years, I'm finally getting the gutters cleaned today.
Not true. Grass takes in CO2 and pumps out oxygen, while rocks merely reflect the sun's heat and energy back into our atmoshphere and contribute to global warming. Which kills polar bears.
Every good American has a nice green lawn, regularly doused in chemicals and watered deeply.
Why do you hate our planet?
__________________ Megaloi -- My Blog
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Good to know. I'll be like all the other neighborhoods around here and cut up all those wasteful trees and bushes and plant some good old chemlawn. Thanks, RedLefty! *dingsparklesound*
yesterday did find myself on the elliptical a bit, 12 min lvl 6, .33mi
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