Monday, October 15, 2012

Lazy Sunday

I woke up at 7am. I wake up at 3:30am on weekdays, so I usually can't stay in bed much later than sunrise on the weekends. Jeff was snoring so peacefully. He'll usually get up around the same time that I do, but I could tell he needed some extra rest so I corralled the meow gang out of the room and shut the door. I spent the next two hours watching workout videos that we have saved on the computer. I wasn't working out. But watching them is motivating sometimes.

I was building up a pretty ferocious appetite watching all these lunges and squats. Thankfully, Jeff came padding through the house around 9am and I volunteered to cook breakfast, as long as he didn't mind toast instead of pancakes. Jeff is the pancake man. I, however, am fantastic at toasting bread. I fried up some sausage and eggs and pigged out next to Jeff on the couch. He realized that they were going to show the space jump live on Discovery, so we watched an episode of Mythbusters while waiting for the winds to die down.

At some point, I dozed off and caught a nice two-hour nap. Jeff worked on our slow cooker chili. I woke up and snuggled up next to him while he got anxious and excited about the man in the little silver cylinder rising up into the sky. The next two hours seemed like only a few minutes, and then he was standing on the edge of his little step, telling us about how sometimes you need to be up that high to realize how small you are.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. A day later, I still feel very close to the divine.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Week Love

Here are some random things I'm loving this week:

Jar salads! - In theory, I try to avoid being wasteful. In reality, I throw more vegetables away than a kid tosses under the table to its dog at supper. My partner (Jeff) and I always intend to eat fresher, healthier foods, and I even figure up a weekly meal plan before we do our shopping each weekend. But somehow (Oreos), the fruits and veggies in the crisper usually deteriorate before we get around to enjoying them. We're almost always lucky enough to find them before they liquify. Anyways, so I made four jar salads on Monday and I'm hoping the freshness will last until Friday. Today is Wednesday, and the tomatoes and cukes and carrots taste like they've just been chopped. So woo! So far, so good with the jar salads.

Fitocracy - I heard about Fitocracy a few months ago on a blog I read regularly, Zen Habits. (I'm also loving his post this week on living without goals.) I've used a ton of websites that let you track your exercise, and I usually just use the tool for a few weeks and then forget about it. Fitocracy is different. I have no idea how the "points" I'm rewarded are determined, but I know that I MUST GET MORE POINTS!! There's a strong, open community and I love the folks I'm following there. Fitocracy is mainly focused on strength training and weightlifting, but there are still lots of options to log other activities, and being a member has really increased my focus on strength training. Which leads to...

CLX (ChaLean Extreme) - I freaking love Chalene Johnson. TurboJam was the program that really got me started on the long-term fitness change. I'd done a ton of different programs, regimens, videos, classes, but the fun in TurboJam kept me coming back to the living room, and eventually led me to branch out and try a few other DVD rotation programs. Jeff scored CLX for me a few months ago, and when I finally tried it out, I was hooked. I'm doing the first phase and I'm on week 3. The program focuses on work with dumbbells (though you can use bands or create your own imagined resistance) and low reps - super slow reps. Super slow, TOUGH reps! I feel pretty badass when I finish up a workout. Breaking each move down and logging it in Fitocracy gives me a bajillion points, too!

Jeff's homemade strawberry jam - Wish I had a link to give you on this one. He's just magic and he just makes magical yummies. This batch was made in our breadmaker. Nothing but strawberries and sugar, mmm!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012


I'm blogging! In a blog!

I left LiveJournal a few months ago after having my account sit idle for nearly a year. I held onto it for so long because it was interesting to look back in the archives and see what I was doing at this time last year, or the year before, or in 2006. I was usually pretty drunk in 2006.

I finally deleted the entire journal without archiving into any saved format. Letting go of the past has always been difficult. I won't remember that inside joke from college and my 10:10 girls! I won't remember that one time that Kristin and I told the funniest joke at Hat Trix! I won't remember that I became super pissed off at Jeff for bringing me a soda when I was trying to stop drinking sodas on a random Tuesday afternoon! I won't remember that Mom called me twice in one day to bitch about one of the tenants!

Here's the thing: I'm doing something different. I've slowly been focusing my attention, my devotion, and my love to the present moment. Have you ever heard that saying, that when you've got one foot in the past and one foot in the future, then you're just pissing all over the present? I love this saying. I love it because it's funny, and because one of my very favorite other things is peeing on the ground. So I get a pretty cool visual that satisfies a lot of my very odd likes.

(Peeing on the ground is really freeing and makes me feel closer to nature. Also, I read a book, I think the author is Regina McBridge, and the female protagonist was a gypsy taken in to a nice manor who still insisted upon going outside to "make her water in the grass." I like thinking about how I'm "making water" while I'm peeing in the grass. Little things make me smile. Much more when I'm fully engrossed in that present moment.)

So this slow transition has been going on for about two and a half years. I'd go into the major life events that sent me down the path to the present moment, but it's a really long story that all occurred in the past. And while it hurt to delete my LiveJournal and recognize the potential to forget so many good memories, it felt good to also let go of the stories I'd written about the past.