For the first time in a very long time, I actually set a goal for myself. And I actually met that goal. Maybe that sounds silly to you, but it is a very big deal for me. See I like to have “general” things I’m working on, and working TOWARDS accomplishing – but without specifics where I can actually fail. But to set a decided goal is really kind of scary for me. It means, I have to be a grown up. It means I have to make a fucking decision, and do the right thing for my mind, body, and soul health – and then hit that goal. (Shit, I just broke into sweat writing about it.)
My son is twenty years old. I sometimes feel as if he is twenty going on 7. Before I go any further, I have to state he is the great love of my life. I raised him without his dad around and with the very close knit love, support, patience and help of my small family. I love him so very much – and dammit if he isn’t the one person I think of as “dumbass” more than anyone else? Was I the same at his age? I mean – I had to be RIGHT?!
Okay so I haven’t been exactly working day and night. However, it is true that I did just in fact leave a job (after 7 years) that was working my brain and stress levels day and night. This is the first time in my life that I’ve actively sought something out to leave a situation that was becoming unbearable. A boss that couldn’t be trusted despite what he’d tell you to your face. Follow a previous boss to HIS new place of employment. It’s a big door of OPPORTUNITY that opened up in a world where not many doors open. WHOOSH>>>>I am running through it. (And while there is some sadness of leaving a place I’ve hung my hat for so long ….I’m truly excited at what is coming next.)
(get the squares reference…?)
So. Once again cancelled gym membership. I’m not against exercise. Not in the slightest.
But here is what I gave myself permission to do. Save money. Don’t spend money on something that I have to FORCE myself to go to maybe twice per week. Feel guilty when I don’t. And? Start to find myself self-sabotaging my goals as I feel bad. (Misery loves company don’t ya know?) Why pay to torture myself in a negative way?
I LOVE to walk. Move my body outside – especially in my neighborhood and town. Watch the people move about: families, groups of kids, walking pairs, dog walkers..you name it! It’s so damned meditative and freeing to have a podcast talking in my ears, watching my breathing (I do huff and puff a bit sometimes!), and have my senses filled with fresh air and a beautiful scenic surrounding.
I read an article on MyFitnessPal this morning that sums so much of it up:
“While he’d made plenty of half-hearted attempts to join gyms and start various fitness programs over the years, he found that walking was something to which he could actually stick.”
This was from an article about a dude that lost 100 lbs. While he had other motivators that he clung to – what struck me was his tried and failed attempts at the gym. DITTO. Walking is where it is at for me; which I discovered this year. I won’t give it up – and I won’t pay for something I will not use! (When we lose all daylight again, I’ll simply do what I can when I and not plunk down another few hundred dollars)
Last night I got home from work, changed my clothes, and was out the door for as much of a walk as I could get before it was dark. I put on the ugly safety vest (I mean REALLY ugly vest), plugged into my true crime podcast and off I went! (I even posted them on Instagram and also in my Instastory for fun). It wasn’t my “big” loop that is just around 3 miles, but I didn’t have time for that. I had to get in SOMETHING before it was too dark. And it was AWESOME.
Look around you. Give yourself permission to do what works. What makes you happy. What will help you get where you want to be!
There are characters on this show that engage me in a way that many shows do NOT. The center of it all being Stephen Amell’s Oliver Queen, and the story of a spoiled rich boy being chewed up, spit out, and clawing his way into greatness. Here we are closing in on the halfway point of Season 5 – and I think I’m well and truly mad.
I know I don’t share all of the data from each walk, but really does anyone REALLY care?! Either way – I’m currently beta testing Android 7.0 Nougat on my Samsung S7 and it’s possible that the GPS is slightly buggy due to that. I know the walk I took this morning is 2.87 miles; I’ve done it so many times! I had to scrap that “tracking walk” from the Fitbit app and go with what my Fitbit Charge 2 picked up etc. (That is why there isn’t a distance on the capture) Continue reading
No joke. Each Fitbit comes with a default (I think) of 10k Steps/Day Goal. Dudes – for someone with a desk job that is really hard to make!! Today I had 7/10 hours with the 250 reminders, and went to the gym and clocked over 2 miles on the treadmill, and went grocery shopping, and did kitchen cooking and cleaning, as well as running around the house. I literally just hit 10,127 steps as I got into bed. The struggle is real! Continue reading