Do we always notice the small things? Like a freshly dressed salad when you come home from work. Like a giggle with a friend over silly things.
To a customer who you help and laugh with and they hang up and you hear them say to someone I. The room with them how awesome ‘she’ was.
Small things can mean more than grand gestures. I have never been that person who needs the ‘show’. I need the blankets and pillows set up how I like them when I come to bed.
I love doing the small things. Like simply telling someone they make your day. Smiling and saying good morning to a random stranger.
Now I have a hard time focusing on MY small things. Drinking my water. Making good food choices. Just simply making the choice to be active.
So to those who do small things for me I want to send my love and appreciation and know I pay them forward.
I’ve been a book lover for as long as I can remember. I’ve got some guilty pleasure books (hello Sweet Valley High) and those that completely changed my life (Who Has Seen The Wind)
But when asked to chose a word that I can use to anchor me; I’m at a loss.
I’ve got changes coming that I’m excited about. Things are moving and shifting and I’m ready for a next step.
But the single word fails me.
I will have to think about it. One. In all the words in all the world; one.
Confession: I think I like the gym
I know, everyone who knows me and reads this will be shocked.
Since starting my new job that allows me to get to three awesome classes a week, I have found a liking for the gym. I still abhor the treadmill, even more so now. I am not cleared for lifting. My surgeon doesn’t want me to put my body at any undue risk, so still no kore than 10-12 lbs at most.
However, most of you know I have ‘fat girl in the room’ issues when it comes to group classes; save Zumba. I have tried many, I have liked until recently only one.
I think it is NOT all the class either. I have found two AMAZING instructors in Nicole MacDormand and Elaine Fitzgerald-Muise at the Penhorn GoodLife. They never seem to see me as the ‘fat girl’ and are always encouraging and supportive.
What I am uber pleased about are the other people in class.
Confession: going to a group class is like going to Chruch. Everyone has their ‘spot’
I may not know names but there is a friendliness between all the ‘regulars’ that we notice when one isn’t there (aside from no one standing in their spot) these groups of women (most of whom take all three classes too) seem to accept me as I am also with no judgement.
I spend a lot of my class time in between two pillars avoiding seeing a glimpse of my self in the mirrors and no one says anything.
Confession: I long for the day I feel confident enough to stand at the front during Zumba class. Maybe one day.
This group class experience at this GoodLife has changed my mind about taking the classes. I’d rather spend 60min doing Body Combat than on the treadmill any day.
This is now where my choices lie.
Walking has become an issue for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love to walk outdoors,but treadmill is not my friend. However, recently both have become painful. Almost too painful to do it. My left sciatic nerve has been really bothering me.
Oddly, it’s very manageable during Zumba and Body Combat, but when I’m walking it’s pain that makes me limp. My new job had me very much sedentary (I’m sitting all the time) and I’m really trying to combat that by standing up and pacing back and forth.
I think I want to focus more on the classes than the walking going forward. It manages to stretch out the sciatic nerve and gets me covered in sweat and possibly finding a strength training regime that doesn’t put my sternum at risk as per DrB’s orders.
Is it doable? Can I really make the choice to ease off the walking for a while to focus on the gym??
I just got home from seeing the Man from U.N.C.L.E. It was awesome. Just a few pictures from my day. From my ever present Saturday morning sweaty selfie to car shopping to running into some dear friends and sharing supper to a night at the movies with my hubs.
I had a really great friend visit me the other day. She had her three year old with her, and a few times I heard her say to him “you can, do not use that word”
She explained to me that he had taken up saying ‘I can’t’ when she asked him to do things. He had picked it up from another little boy at a party. It’s not a word she uses at home and you could see her frustration when he used it to stop doing good behaviours.
What an aha moment. We aren’t born knowing can’t. We are born with possibility, and we LEARN can’t.
It suddenly builds doubt and we can never unlearn doubt.
It takes the rest of your life to fight against that doubt and relearn I CAN.
Seems sad until you realize the power of I CAN was never gone. Just hiding.
Let it out! Find it and use it.
So, this was the face of a gi having a good day.
I got up, ate breakfast, and got to Body Combat class. I was a bit thrown but I think the combo of humidity and heat made today’s class unusually hard.
I mean, I couldn’t breathe right and my heart felt as though it would thud right out of my chest. I’m sure it looked like I was struggling.
But I got through it. I fought for it. I finished that while class, where the old me would have left the class with my tail tucked between my legs.
That was the last of the good day mojo. I must have been too eager and used it all.
Right after the picture above was taken, I started feeling ‘not right’. It got worse. Then came the stabbing left side pain started. The Miren IUD is wreaking havoc on my body.
Coupled with the pain came the aggravation; at everything & everybody.
Tomorrow has to be a better day. Right!?