I'm looking for something interesting enough to keep my attention over a span of time measured in weeks or greater, but basic enough that my (probable near-total) inexperience in the activity will not be a barrier. My priorities exercise-wise are, in order from the top, lung capacity, endurance, strength (full body), and flexibility.
I like to dance, but the only type I'm any good at is square dance; this is far too social an activity to work as my 3x/week solo morning exercise. I'm going to look for Irish dance exercise Youtubes later, though. I'm also going to try to get out to the city park to walk on the regular, but it isn't yet warm enough I want to do that.
The calendar hasn't quite flipped yet, but the solstice is a fitting day to celebrate a new year.
I've chosen Natasha Bedingfield's "Pirate Bones" as my theme song for the year:
What if I stake everything I am on a dream and it's counterfeit?
If I reach the end that justifies the means, could I live with it?
And if it's true that having too much of any good thing can only make me sick
What's the point in it? Where's the benefit when I'm gaining all but I'm losing it?
Today is the winter solstice. It seems a fitting day to begin a journey to a better self. As they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
I am inviting all y'all to think about writing a mission statement.
Off the top of my head, places I can think of that I want to visit are Dublin (nowhere specific off the top of my head, but I know there's exciting things in the city), London (ditto), various family-history-pertinent spots in Ireland that I can't actually name without asking my dad the amateur genealogist (but Dublin's among them and I think so is London), Cadair Idris in Wales (Wiki it and look at the first paragraph of the 'myths' section; also, there is a reason this post has a music thingy), Stonehenge, Blarney Stone, Stratford-upon-Avon.
Where else in the British Isles, dear readers, should I put on my list of 'places I absolutely must see while touring the British Isles'? Other than 'some lovely little bed and breakfast somewhere in scenic Ireland where I can sit and write my heart out', of course. :)
16 oz vinaigrette (I like Kraft Zesty Italian)
8 oz shredded cheddar (I like Kraft's shredded-for-me triple cheddar)
8+ oz shredded carrot (shredded-for-me is good here too)
1 pint cherry or grape tomatoes
Cook pasta according to package directions and individual taste. (I like to cook with added salt till the pasta is tender, but you might want salt-free and al dente.) Drain. While draining, apply cold water until pasta is cool. Put in bowl with lid. Mix in about 4 oz of vinaigrette. Refrigerate at least two hours.
Halve tomatoes. Transfer pasta to MUCH BIGGER BOWL. Mix pasta with tomatoes halves, cheddar shreds, carrot shreds, and vinaigrette as desired (I don't always use the full remaining 12ish oz in the 16oz bottle, but sometimes I do). Serve oneself a big enough serving that the remainder will fit in the original bowl. Refrigerate whatever doesn't get eaten immediately.
Write things that aren't for class.
Finish all the craft projects I currently have started—that is, the genderqueer-colors crochet purse, the purple crochet purse, the Mom's-favorite-colors scarf, and the chainmaille bracelet with (if enough jump rings survive the bracelet) matching earrings. Do not start another craft project, even if it is one I have the materials for already, unless it will be finished the same day and therefore not added to the list of ongoing projects.
Stay within my budget.
Make significant progress on killing off the credit card debt.
Get halfway through a draft of Leah Far-Sighted.
Maintain my greater-than-2.0 institutional and major GPAs, ideally by acing all the classes this term.
Write things that aren't Leah Far-Sighted or for class.
Finish all the craft projects I currently have started—that is, the genderqueer-colors crochet purse, the purple crochet purse, the primary-colors-of-light crochet purse, the Mom's-favorite-colors scarf, the sparkly blue wrist warmers, the hats and flower pins for my friend's grandmother (this is all one project), and the chainmaille bracelet with (if enough jump rings survive the bracelet) matching earrings. Do not start another craft project, even if it is one I have the materials for already, unless it will be finished the same day and therefore not added to the list of ongoing projects.
Stay within my budget.
Save lots for new apartment.
no brain because at seminar all day (on four hours sleep), learning communication skills. the theory not the practice. anybody know of studies in which 'smile moar' is proven to work on depression? (interested also in the conjunction with 'smile moar' directed at women who are being insufficiently decorative. but mostly in whether it actually works on depression.) what about the efficacy of the principle behind 3_good_things_a_day? seminar leader swears studies exist but there wasn't time to inquire about details.
Thank fuck I have emergency money.
Hugs? Reassurance that I can rebuild emergency fund and that my car will be fine and that the world is not about to end?
(How in hell do I tag an email post? I know I have instructions somewhere but apparently I forgot to star them in Gmail...or possibly they're in the old Gmail...)
Exercise did happen, in the form of ALL THE STAIRS. MY FUCKING ROOM IS FUCKING CLEAN.
Didn't spend anything except paying my Etsy bill, but not for lack of trying—I want a complete set of Supernatural magazines, and I found on eBay a set of eight issues including six I don't have, auction ending a few hours ago, and I bid $60 which was the absolute most I could afford to spend today, and I was winning at numbers from $25 to $50 until the last seven seconds. They went for $85. I'm currently trying to talk myself out of spending that $60 on five issues I don't have being sold individually on cinequest.com.
I am frowning at my food diary spreadsheet, and either my eyeball measurements are underestimating what I ate or I'm eating a lot less than the government guidelines say I should be. The first makes more sense because this was pretty much a normal day foodwise and if I were eating about what I should be I wouldn't be gaining weight. (I'm now in the upper end of what the BMI charts say is normal, which is twenty-five pounds above what my driver's license says and it was accurate when I got it, and fifteen to twenty pounds of that went on in the past year.)
Nutrition: 2 cups fruit. 2.5 cups veggies, balancing over a week to 1.5 cups dark green leafy, 5.5 cups red and orange, 1.5 cups beans and peas, 5 cups starches, 4 cups whatever. 6 oz grains, at least half whole grains. 5.5 oz protein (beans and peas can count for either protein or veggie, and at any given meal some can be one and some the other, but not both at once). 3 cups dairy. Multivitamin. Three fish oil capsules. Extra sodium.
Exercise: Goal is an hour a day, divided equally between flexibility (yoga), cardio (walking), and strength (resistance training). Work up to that.
Sleep: In bed no later than four am every day and attempting to wake up no earlier than noon.
Hygiene: Wash face every time glasses get cleaned, because if glasses are dirty, face probably is too. Brush teeth twice daily, not once.
Charity: Starting the weekend of March 16, donate blood as often as the blood bank will let me.
Media: Watch at least one episode of scripted TV every weekday, at least two episodes or one movie on weekends, of which at least half should be something I own but have never seen. Watch Stewart and Colbert every applicable day. Read at least one never-read book, preferably something I own, every week.
Writing: At least a hundred words a day every day for a total of at least a hundred twenty thousand words in the year.
Social: At least one meatspace social activity every month, ideally at least one every week. Square dancing counts and so does UU services.
Meta: Regular locked DW post tracking all this shit.
Breakfast, too. I should also do that more often. Even though the now-typical post-meal nausea has set in.
Resurrecting the 'mary project' tag because I'm doing a six-week healthy-eating program and the Mary Project is about health in all areas, not just exercise.
I do not like my body. I think I would like my body if I could run a 5K and start a damn lawnmower with it. And when I go too long without stretching, I hurt. That right there should be enough motivation for the daily yoga, the daily walk, and the daily resistance bands. Why isn't it?
Everyone always says 'set achievable goals'. So how about these for goals:
Daily morning yoga.
Walk a 5K in April.
[Resistance bands goal, currently unspecified.]
Pay off the lowest-balance credit card by May. Pay off the next-lowest-balance credit card by December.
Before June, have enough saved to go to con.txt.
Read a book a week.
Write every day.
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What to do with it?
be selfish: pay credit cards
be selfish: buy shampoo off Etsy or shampoo makings off probably-Bramble Berry
be selfish: buy books for research for the SPN 7x01 Clairefic
be selfish: buy earrings, likeliest from faultlesspajama on Etsy
be very selfish: save for con.txt
be selfless: donate to Philippine Red Cross or other charity
synecdochic, it's an anon poll, but if you put 'buy earrings', I WILL KNOW.
In other news, I was browsing my tags to see if I had anything appropriate, and hello 'mary project'. I have not posted on the subject of fitness since MAY. Or if I have, I forgot to tag it. I do believe it is yoga time. ETA: And I did not get dizzy! \o/
I mean, it's going fairly well. I've walked at least half an hour every day this week. But that is only lower body strength and cardio. I need upper body strength and flexibility. Do I ever need upper body strength—I can't start the lawnmower on my own, nor mow more than a third of the back lawn at a time, and I keep needing both arms to operate the damn stapler. And I hurt less when I yoga more. And there's nothing on my to-do list that won't wait till tomorrow, and I'm not tired, so exercise would be an excellent way to fill the time.
Motivate me? Or explain why I am unmotivated?
Which reminds me. I was doing Project Valkyrie. Clearly the name of my project is not sufficiently inspirational, so I'm renaming it the Mary Project. Mary would have the upper body strength to scrub the damn bathtub without wearing herself out. Step one, half an hour of walking every day. Easily enough accomplished at work, what with breaks. Somebody, tptigger, harass me if I haven't checked in after a walk Saturday and Sunday.
Remix Madness AAAAAAH.
Commission YAYAYAYAY. Unicursal hexagram charms smaller than pendant-size no longer exist on the Internet BOO. Neither do the Buddha charms I was using, for that matter, but there are other Buddha charms and for all I can tell from the pic on Superwiki it might actually be Kwan Yin, so.
Giving serious consideration to modifying my routine, where I can, to include a twenty-minute comedy show I'd be watching anyway (Daily Show or Colbert Report or Big Bang Theory, or apparently Community—she stirs the pot! she is a pot-stirrer!) during which I do not sit at the computer and instead I step up and step down and step up and step down on this exercise step thing that's supposed to go with exercise DVDs Mom has never used.
Broke two thousand words on the Big Bang! Only eighteen thousand words to go and thirty-some days to go in. That's still doable, right? Right? *crickets* Coherence, I not has it. Plot, I not has it either. I'd be doing ever so much better if I could write dialogue.
Sleeping now. Yes tptigger I yogaed.
I'm also stealing from...is it truepenny? Somebody on my LJ flist, anyway. 'Project Valkyrie'. As in, becoming as capable as a valkyrie. If in a month I've successfully adopted the yoga-every-day habit, I'll add cardio, possibly counting steps for the walking-to-Mordor project that lives somewhere on the Internets, possibly training for a 5K. A month after that I'll check back in and if I'm doing well I'll add resistance bands. I need to figure out some sort of incentive, too, since if being valkyrie-like was enough I'd have done this years ago.
Yeah, the basement lighting's crap. That's ninety pearls each in smoke gray and light gray, plus a couple dozen earring hooks, over a hundred eye pins, six meters of wire, wire cutters, round-nose pliers, and files. So if Dad can find chain-nose pliers (don't know why he wouldn't have them, he has every other tool known to humanity except the thing to print circuit boards that he keeps saying he wants his workplace to get), that picture is of the embryonic stage of lots of earrings.
(The Pride stuff is gonna wait till I know I have the hang of this.)
(I'm actually doing this aren't I *freaks*)
Fascinating fact I'm discovering. I know there are no gods. I know it the way I know matter does funny things when accelerated to near light speed. But what's been going through my mind since it clicked that I am seriously doing this? "Oh God oh God oh God". It's bizarre and I don't like it and I want it to go away.
On the bright side, the weird new thing and a slightly elevated heart rate are the only freakout symptoms I'm experiencing, and the akathisia went away when I stopped the Abilify and hasn't come back except for an hour or so this afternoon after I started the Abilify again after three days without akathisia. So I guess I'm liking the Abilify.