Hustle--Week 1

Sunday, 2/2--Today, we need to answer the question WHY. Why do I want to set a 30-day goal of exercising at least ten minutes a day? The answer is simple and humiliating all at the same time: I get no exercise otherwise. When people (and by "people" I mean doctors) ask how active I am, I tell them moderate. And I am moderately active as I rise from the couch to shuttle a Daughter to her activity and pick up another. We are very active in that sense. The exercise part? Not so much (for me) anyway. Brian is totally moving all the time--he swims, bikes, walks/jogs. D2, that kid never stops! Softball, pretend cheerleading, tumbling in the middle of the living room, yoga--she goes, goes, goes. D1, well, I've set a really poor example for her. There's my why #1.

In December I was diagnosed with Metabolic Syndrome/Insulin Resistance. Basically, my body makes exorbitant amounts of insulin and uses none of it in the way it should. My body is and has always been very confused. How do I get my body operating in the way it should? Right now, it's with medication. This medication will allow for my weight loss efforts to actually pay off--my body will know what to do when I feed it good food. (I've got a fairly decent handle on that, thanks to My Fitness Pal.) According to all research, my body will soar when I add exercise to that mix. There's my why #2.

This will sound as an excuse, and maybe it is, but we do lead a very busy life. In addition to working full-time outside of my home, I also work almost full time (if the hours are to be believed) on my writing. The Daughters are very active, our family is very busy; learning to add exercise/physical activity is going to involve a great big ol' learning curve. But, I need to work in a work out on a regular basis--that's why I'm shooting for ten minutes a day. There's my why #3.

Today--this very, very cold Super Bowl Sunday--I plan on doing some 10 minute Pilates. If I'm feeling saucy, maybe I'll do two segments.

Monday, 2/3--

#NaBloPoMo: If I Could Change One Thing About Myself ....

If I could change one thing about myself ...

I wish I were more patient. I have a tendency to want things now--as in RIGHT now. I've always been that way, and I've not noticed this lack-of-patience thing getting better as the years go by. But, it was this persistence, shall we say, that drove me to get my Masters. It was this persistence that helped me decide to elope with Brian instead of waiting around to put on a show have a wedding. It was this persistence that helped me and is helping me secure my dream of being a writer.

So, I think I'd like to exercise. Up until middle school, I played basketball and softball. I loved riding my bike and playing kickball and roller skating. Then, I just stopped. I sorta enjoy walking now, but don't always have the time. Nor do I have the desire. I should do more physical activity, that's that up for questioning. I should be exercising every day. But, I don't want to. And I don't want to want to. (Read that sentence again--it makes sense.) I need to, but I don't want to.

Maybe I'd like to change my best time of day. Right now, I come alive--I fell great and want to conquer the world) at about 8:00 p.m. If I could set my own time schedule, I'd sleep until 10 a.m. or so, I'd take a nap 3:00 p.m. for about an hour. Then, I'd stay awake until 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. But, I'd never get to see my family. I'd miss out on my day job and I've kinda grown accustomed to electricity and groceries, so maybe I'll just make due with the routine I've worked out for now.

I could talk about changing my underwear, my hair color, my bra (that one's harder than you know!). I could change my attitude or the channel or the same tired dinner menu.  I could write about changing my diet, my sheets or the litter in the litter box. I could write about changing my clothes in a public area--I have done that, ya know.

Poor guy. I can relate--to him and his momma.
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But I didn't write about any of those things. Besides, that wasn't even the prompt.

If I could change one thing about myself maybe I'd be more decisive. Maybe I'd come up with an answer to a simple question quickly and stick to it.

Or maybe I wouldn't ... Maybe I wouldn't change one thing about myself. Maybe I wouldn't stick with one answer. Maybe today should have been the day I skipped #NaBloPoMo ...

Anatomy of my Morning

"You wanna meet me for a morning walk?" my friend innocently asked not knowing that I was fixing to rip her  ears from her head and stuff them down her dirty talking mouth.

"I don't do mornings," I growled with a sneer that rivaled Jack Nicholson's sneer.

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"C'mon," she insisted. "You'll feel better."

"Lady ... ," I growled. "Let's take a took at my morning ..."