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My kid is so presidential

Over the weekend, Alvie Bean and I did a lot of cooking. We made waffles, and a frittata, and homemade bread. When he was breaking the eggs (his favorite part of cooking), he said, “I am the best at breaking eggs. No one breaks eggs better than me.”

That same day, he presented some #altfacts about how clean his room was.

Last night, he tried to convince the beer guy that he (Bean) had made the bread all by himself with no assistance from me.

In addition, when he’s tired or hungry, he gets very cranky. Cranky enough to hang up on other heads of state, I imagine. Certainly cranky enough to tell everyone who thwarts his plans or offers a differing (i.e. factual) account of events that “they’re rude and no longer invited to his birthday.”

Living with a tiny presidential figure can be exhausting. The one saving grace from all this is that he’s a very nice kid (as long as he’s not hungry or tired). He has taken it on himself to monitor the cats’ water supply, checks on Mr. Fish a lot, and never hesitates with a compliment. (Also, his hands are totally normal-sized for a 4.5-year-old.)

Today, my Bean is mildly sick. Low-grade fever, headache, chest ache, and general malaise sporadically interrupted by bursts of energy and the desire to velcro himself to specifically when I’m hitting “send” on a job application.

 

I have an update on the first week of my renewed “take care of Amy” plans announced last week.

Health Goals: 1/30 – 2/5

  1. 30 minutes of movement x 5 (yoga, walking, swimming) – I ended up getting sick. AGAIN. I did short bursts of activity most days (unpacking books, rearranging the new office space), but no real exercise. The plan for today was to go for a walk/run, but I’m home with Mr. Sickie, so I might be SOL unless I can sneak in a walk when the beer guy gets home.)
  2. A fruit with breakfast every day (done for today!) – 75% success! I forgot over the weekend. You know, the days that I was supposed to be modeling good eating behavior for the kid.
  3. Eat lunch every day – 6/7 success!
  4. Stay hydrated! Glass of water on hand at all times. – success! I drank all the water this week.
  5. MOAR veggies (at least 2 servings/day) – meh. I need to do better.
  6. Bonus: no arguing with racists on the internet (unless they start it) – mostly success. 😀

I’m going to go ahead and redo those goals for this week.

  1. Move (Tuesday: swim, Wednesday: walk/run, Thursday: swim, Friday: walk/run, Sat: rest or yoga, Sun: walk/run)
  2. Fruit every day
  3. Lunch every day
  4. Water at all times
  5. MOAR veggies

(18 days until my birthday!)

 

Monday Musings & Health Goals

So, here we are ten days into the new presidential administration. I can’t even with everything that’s happened. I’ve been too sick to go to any marches, but I have made a couple of phone calls and angrily tweeted a lot, so there’s that?

I don’t even know what to do. I feel lost. There’s so much going on at the national/global level that I fundamentally disagree with. But at the same time I’m sick. Still. More sick. I’m unemployed. Still. Not even an interview since before Thanksgiving. And I’ve been moving. And while I’m pleased to be moving in with the Beer Guy, I am displeased about moving in general because our place currently looks like we ordered the Hoarders starter pack and it’s like walking through a labyrinth to get to my desk and computer.

Also bad?

This.

That is the back half of a rat. The rats that have been running about being nuisances since late July/early August. The ones that I knew were in the walls/ceilings. The ones ignored by my landlords until the rats did $200+ worth of damage to my stuff earlier this month. The rats that decided to come out for a big face-to-face Saturday while I was trying to empty & clean the old place. (The landlord came out later that day after I sent that photo and found a nest with tea lights and “clothing items” which I can only assume were my missing lacy thongs. Ratcliffe was trying to set some kind of mood, I guess.)

In just under two hours, I will be out of that place for good and forever. *full body shudder*

ANYWAY – As active as I’m staying in politics (this is so unacceptable on so many levels), and as much as there is no way I’m going to promise to keep this a politics-free zone, I will still mostly be concentrating on my four areas of interest:

  1. Book reviews (new one tomorrow for Elizabeth Hunter’s “Omens & Artifacts!)
  2. Writing stuff (I should have my second round of edits back from the editor no later than tomorrow!
  3. Amusing kid stories (we had a big conversation about #altfacts yesterday and why it’s not okay to tell lies, even if you won’t get caught)
  4. Health stuff. Like I said above, I am sick. Again. This is the third horrible cold I’ve had in two months. My immune system is shit. This is due to the triad of stress, poor eating habits (I’m getting better!), and very little exercise. I have to do better for me. I can’t constantly be ill, because that sucks. I’m going to start blogging more about this journey again. I used to do weekly goals for health stuff, and I’m going to start doing that again to hold myself accountable.

The Lego Movie is serious business. Lord Business.

 

Health Goals: 1/30 – 2/5

  1. 30 minutes of movement x 5 (yoga, walking, swimming)
  2. A fruit with breakfast every day (done for today!)
  3. Eat lunch every day
  4. Stay hydrated! Glass of water on hand at all times.
  5. MOAR veggies (at least 2 servings/day)
  6. Bonus: no arguing with racists on the internet (unless they start it)

 

Self care is going to be even more important as we move through the altreality that is our current political climate. (In the past week, I’ve agreed with Cheney, the Koch Brothers, and a friend’s father who usually just drives me a little bonkers.)

 

Conspiracy Theory

I am a wee bit sick. Not horribly sick, and I’m mostly feeling better; but not at the top of my game. In addition to the mild chest cold that I’m on my way out of (but whose effects will likely last forever and ever amen if I don’t take it easy on my lungs which are prone to bronchitis and pneumonia), we’ve been having a shitty winter.

The Weather Channel rated Portland as the US’s most miserable city for the 2016/17 winter so far. (Not that we’re colder or have more snow than you – I know we don’t – but we have so much more cold or snow than we’re used to, and I don’t care who you are, that’s miserable.)

These two items in conjunction with the fact that I signed up for not one, but TWO races, is what leads me to believe that I’m dealing with a conspiracy theory.

To wit:

2016. I signed up for two races. I paid to do a women’s running group. I attended the first two meetings. I got the ‘flu, even though (like every freaking year), I’d gotten the flu shot. I was so sick that I was hallucinating from lack of sleep. I couldn’t even begin to run again until well after the first race (a 5K) was over and the second (a half marathon) was quickly approaching.

2015. I signed up for five races. (An indoor tri, a sprint tri, two olys, and a 70.3). I secured the services of the best coach in these here You-Nited States of ‘Murica.  I placed 2nd in my age group in the indoor sprint tri. I immediately got a sinus infection and double pneumonia. Oh – and strep throat. AT THE SAME TIME. I did manage to do the second race I was signed up for, but just couldn’t get ‘er done for anything else.

Now – getting sick once as I begin a rigorous training schedule might be chalked up to an accident. And twice? Totally a coincidence. But three times in three springs? (This time, I feel like the weather started it, but when I made noises about heading to the gym to run on the treadmill, my body said, “Fuck this shit!”)

And the enemy is me.

And just in case you’re disinclined to believe me, in 2010 when I’d started training for my second marathon I hurt my foot so badly that I needed surgery. In 2011 when I started training for my (still second) marathon, I got pregnant. THAT WAS NO ACCIDENT! (Heh. See what I did there?)

2012 was kinda a wash, what with my dad dying and my kid being born, and the debilitating post partum depression.

What I’m saying is that my body is extremely opposed to training. Or rigor. Or any kind of physical motivation.

In fact, it seems to like sitting on the couch, arguing with misogynistic douchecanoes on the internet, and drinking wine eating fruit salad best of all.

Solution? Probably not continue to sit on the couch, arguing with asscandles on the internet (I’ve gotten one death wish and one FB block…I could strive to do better).

I told my PSM the other day that what I really need is for someone to invent a moderation pill. I’d be first in line to sign up for the clinical trial (that’s not an immoderate response, is it?). I just have no chill. I’m either all in or all out. I did my yoga as promised Monday – and accidentally found the hardest hip opening hatha class in existence. So when I realized how hard it was going to be, did I (a) stop the class and find another, easier class, (b) modify the harder poses to be gentle on my body, or (c) push as hard as I could because this gazelles doesn’t quit?

Fitspirational memes are very problematic for me.

Yeah. Obviously C. Could I move my legs without pain yesterday? No. No I could not.

I’m sure I’ve blogged about my struggle with moderation before. Things have not noticeably changed in the…ever since this has been a problem.

So, wise internets…what would you do? Continue to make ridiculous training plans that are impossible to successfully complete and then give up entirely when you fail? Skip that first part and go straight to the giving up entirely, but with wine?

If you are an immoderate person, how do you force yourself into moderation?

No, dammit! I want it RIGHT NOW!!

Speak to me! Tell me the solution that I can implement immediately, thus making myself a 123% better person by the weekend.

 

Happy 2017!

Yay! 2016 is over! I already feel better!

It’s the beginning of the new year. The year I’ve been looking forward to starting for approximately 367 days.

Celebrating my New Year

I am totally a New Year’s Resolutions type of person. I love the idea of a blank slate, and I usually do pretty well with the annual goals I set for myself.

So what? I’m a Buffy nerd…(let me know if you get it!)

So, without further ado, here are my

2017 Resolutions – aka The Year of Me take Two

  1. Publish two novels
  2. Write two novels
  3. Complete two races
  4. Take two just for fun trips
  5. Volunteer two times
  6. Try two new things
  7. Read two times as many books as I read in 2016 (2017 goal: 185) – one of the ways I’m planning on doing this is taking my PSM’s 2017 Be Better Book Challenge (please note that one of her resolutions is to come visit me, which would, not incidentally, fulfill one of my #40before40 goals!11!!!!!)
  8. Log twice as many exercise hours/month as I logged on average in 2016 (3.5 hours/week OR 182 hours)
  9. Take two minutes each day to be grateful for what I have (it’s #365happydays v2.0)
  10. Brush/floss/moisturize 2x/day (most days) (it’s really the moisturizing I need to work on…and flossing more)

I probably should’ve included “procrastinate half as much,” but I didn’t want to set myself up for failure right off the bat! (Please note that my New Year’s resolution post is going out on the evening of 1/3/17…)

I feel so positive going into this year. I’m going to turn 40, publish a couple books, move in with my boyfriend, hang out with my PSM, get a new job, and get healthier…

Life is pretty fucking good right about now.

 

Making Time > Making Plans

I am a huge planner. HYUGE! Anyone who knows me knows that’s true. I love plans. And spreadsheets. And spreadsheets of plans. I have been known to spend hours making training plans and then never doing anything about it.

All of my plans involve “tomorrow.”

I have the necessary spreadsheets, and apps, and apparel, and maps, and whatever, and TOMORROW I will use them.

You know what I’m not so good at – especially over the last couple of years?

Execution.

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It is entirely possible that my feet are also legoed to the floor.

I get stuck in an unending cycle of stress->low motivation->bad health->insomnia->no exercise->stress

One of my #40before40 goals is to be really comfortable with who I am – all of me – by 40. I’ve got just under 8 months to achieve personal nirvana.

unicorn yoga

For weeks and weeks now, I’ve made plans. And put them off until tomorrow. Today was just one more in a stretch of “today’s the day!” that got derailed. For a moment, I decided (once again) that it was okay. I’ll just make it happen tomorrow.

You know what?

buffy seize the day

So this afternoon, I totally seized. I was going for a short walk (gotta hit my 250/hour step goal or the fitbit yells at me), and decided to just keep going for a bit. I wasn’t dressed for it (decent flats, but not exercise worthy, really; plus, work clothes), but I headed outside and towards the trails and hills that back up to my work.

I used to run these trails a couple of times a week, but it’s been over a year since I’ve ventured out.

I went for just under 10 minutes and turned around then started the long, loooooong trek back up.

I was back at my desk before my 20 minute timer rang. You know what that means? Negative splits, bitches!

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I’m unfortunately sweaty (sorry afternoon meeting colleagues!) and these shoes definitely weren’t meant for trail walking, but I got it done. So take that, tomorrow!

live long

 

No more blogging about my plans. I promise. From now on, it’s only reporting on my accomplishments (of which there will be many).

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