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Wednesday, April 18th, 2012 06:09 pm
I had a more cheerful post to write but don't remember what I was going to say...

So here's what I've got: Didn't walk to work today, took the car. Which feels a little meh. But I still feel better because Monday and Tuesday were two-mile roundtrip walks that I wouldn't have taken other wise.

Struggling to get my ass to get out and go to the gym. Hearing the little voice in my head about how it won't do any good anyway, you're still going to be fat and weak; stay home, read a book, have a beer.
Augh! Shut up little voice!

Just did 5 minutes of 5# weights in the bedroom; my neck and shoulders are tight. Think I'm going to repeat that after checking with the massage place to see if they have someone available tonight. Or tomorrow afternoon. I still have a boatload of massages saved up with them, it was more than 6 last I checked. I need to feel myself in my body more.

Okay, it's past time to set some goals and lay out some timelines.

I need a Horizon Goal, one or two BIG THINGS that I want to be able to do fitness wise, where I will know if I've achieved it. Today I've no idea what that looks like.

Brainstorming is obviously in order. What kind of wacky stuff would I *like* to be able to do?

  • I want to be able to throw myself at the ground... and miss. Not like Douglas Adams (alas) but like Judo. Or Aikido.
  • I want to be able to lift the filled carboys at home, not scooch them along the floor.
  • I kind of want to find a casual softball team. It's been friggin' YEARS since I played softball.
  • I want to spin poi.
  • I want to take belly dance lessons somewhere I'm not punished for being out of shape.
  • I want to audition for Big Moves and see what that's like.
  • And I want to go back to dancing with the Merrie Pryanksters at their dance practice. Enjoyed that at Mic's birthday party.


I can't yet go back, uninhibitedly, to ballroom. I'm short of 6 months post surgery, and my lack of practicing my PT exercises has let me get out of shape like whoa.

Okay.

Just three things, now.

Going to phone the massage place, and going to set a timer to do *something* physically taxing for 15 minutes. And I'll go get a start on dinner. That much I can do.
Thursday, April 19th, 2012 01:18 am (UTC)
If you want to lift full carboys, do squats and squats and more squats.

When that gets boring, purchase a 15 lb bar.

Then move up on the weight.

Push ups are good, but squats are better.

Enjoy.
Thursday, April 19th, 2012 02:04 am (UTC)
And yup, squats are on the list for PT as well.
Good point, good idea for progressing further.
Thursday, April 19th, 2012 07:45 am (UTC)
Huggs and encouragement. You can do it!!!
Thursday, April 19th, 2012 11:09 am (UTC)
Ah, those little voices in your head... you have to stomp on them quick!
Thursday, April 19th, 2012 11:19 am (UTC)
The one thing I learned after losing 140 pounds ::wince:: is that "don't wanna" should never win. I also always made my goals in two ways... short-term and what I once referred to as pipe dream. Breaking things down helps.
Sunday, April 22nd, 2012 03:43 am (UTC)
I've been doing aikido for a little over a month now, and it's always fun. The instructors are patient with me even when I'm so clumsy and forgetful even I can't believe it. (And I'm getting less clumsy, and shaping up my core muscles; I sense improvement in my waistline and posture already.) And as with judo, learning how to fall is always part of a session--the sequences is stretches and warm-ups, falls, and throws (the most fun, though "throw" is not the right word--you never throw anyone, you just lead them into falling). It's as much fun as contra dancing, and that's saying a lot.

Oh. Yeah. Contra. You and Jeff would probably both like that. There's a great dance in Palo Alto two or three times a month, and more all over the Bay Area. Live music, easy moves, patient instruction, lots of contact with nice people, and nobody complains when you screw up--that would be as alien to contra culture as long underwear on a tango dancer.