committed, day 2
There’s been a lot going on that you haven’t heard about, so I’ll take a few minutes here and bring you up to date.
For a while I’ve been thinking that I want to put down in writing the things I really, truly, deeply desire to have in my life, and last Thursday I grabbed a notebook that I write in from time to time to record my thoughts there, although I didn’t really do anything with it last week. Thursday night I went to pagan basics class just to see how my practice differs from some others, and Friday at lunch, some co-workers and I had a send off lunch for someone transferring to another place in the company. Her presence will be missed by a lot of us. Although I’ll still see her in yoga class, it isn’t the same. Friday night I stayed home rather than going to class because I was tired, or at least I thought I was, although I couldn’t get to sleep until after 10.
Saturday I glued some wood together, preparing it for tracing and sawing, grocery shopping and general cleaning up around the house before going to a friend’s house on Saturday night and hanging out. Since I got to bed realy late Saturday night, more like Sunday morning, I had no energy at all Sunday, so most of the day was spent lying on the sofa trying t take a nap and failing. I did get the pattern traced on the wood and the wood cut, so now I have a heavier insert for my DDR pad that won’t bend and stay bent under my weight.
Yesterday morning I did my food prep for the week before work, and at lunch yesterday I finally got to my notebook and putting down in writing what I really want in life. And of course, as mentioned yesterday, I went to class last night, and now I feel a bit like road kill.
But when I stepped on the scale this morning: 201.4, down four pounds. I suspect a chunk of that is actually water loss from sweating, since I woke up a few times during the night with a dry mouth. We shall see when I step on the scale tomorrow. I want to lose weight, but I don’t want it all to be water weight, I want it to be fat that I’m losing. Working out six times a week, I’m sure it will be sooner or later.
So there it is, a quick and dirty update on some of the more mundane aspects of my life. I haven’t decided if I’m going to yoga class tonight or not, I did pushups to the point of muscle failure last night, so I may need the recovery time before my next jujitsu class. It’s not in my main workout plan anyway, at least not for weight loss.
But I do want to talk for a minute about class last night. I did do pushups to muscle failure, and almost did squats to mucle failure. There were two or three times in class when it would have been very easy to say that I’d had enough and couldn’t go any further, but I didn’t. When I felt like that, I’d just keep going anyway, telling my body that I wasn’t quitting until it showed me that I couldn’t get up any more, or until it demonstrated in some way that I couldn’t go on. And while I feel like I got close a couple times, I said fine, when it gets worse after this next one, I’ll think about it. But it never did. Mental toughness counts as much as physical toughmess, maybe more. I’m over being mentally weak, so my body had better learn how to deal with it.