• Ramblings

    Sploosh

    Some days, I get stuck finding a video to put at the beginning of the post. I could simply not have music. I mean, it’s really just for me, but so is this whole blog. And of course, for you, dear reader. All two (on a good day) of you. 🙂 You’re appreciated.

    This is how I’m feeling this morning, though. All the days won’t be perfect, so I’m trying to stand the rain. Truly, is there something wrong? No, not physically, for the most part, not mentally or emotionally, but some days, I just have to put in a little more work to get that umbrella up.

    It’s now twenty til one. This is another thing that happens often. I’ll start writing something and then get so super sidetracked that I might have started the race in Talladega but I’m finishing in Homestead. That’s right, I know like three NASCAR things. Go Bubba.

    All of the morning’s angst has dissipated as it usually does by this time of day. As I look back on it, I think I was just in a ‘doing too much’ funk for a moment. I was sore from new exercises (where I damn near blew out both my quads, but ok) and a lot of them. It’s important to realize that I need a day off from exercise, even if what I’m doing isn’t all weights and cardio. Yoga, and especially Rocket, is a freaking workout! Every now and then, I also need to get off my own case. I was feeling quite down on myself that I didn’t want to do any sun salutations this morning. And for a while, I didn’t. I searched for that video up there, watched a few more NE videos, then a Jamie Foxx speech, and I almost got lost down the wormhole. Just in the nick of time, I turned off YouTube and hit the mat.

    That’s all I’ve got today. Bits and pieces. Hasta la pasta.

  • Lovely Men,  Method Man,  Ramblings

    Hey!

    Happy Wednesday!

    You know, every time I think that I’m going to write every day, I never do it (at least not in a whole bunch of years). One would think that I would remember that, but no. I forget. Every time. Then I beat myself up about it. But oh, not this time. If I get one post a week, I think I’m doing ok.

    Yes, I used to write almost daily. A lot of that happened when I had really bad bosses though. Bosses who did things like this or this or this. Back then, I was using writing as a way to get stuff off my chest so I didn’t go ballistic and get fired, lol. Either I’ve calmed way way down or things just are a lot better these days, or both. Probably both.

    Let’s be real, it isn’t like the world isn’t falling apart right around us, or at least the United States is, but if I let all of that angst in, I’d probably just sit in a corner rocking myself back and forth all day. I wouldn’t necessarily call myself an empath, but I definitely gotta block out some of this madness. The yoga, stretches, meditation, and community of the training I’m in are certainly helping also.

    By the way, you’re welcome for that little earworm up there and blessing you with some Method Man to get you through the rest of the week. Sexy ass motherfucker.

    I suppose I could dig deep for something else to tell you here, but then I’d just be rambling, so I’m just gonna sign off. See you next time.

  • Ramblings

    We All Knew

    ONE!

    One. One is the number of days in a row that I could write. But one is also now my current streak. One must start somewhere, right? So what if I keep starting over and over and over and over. And over.

    Sidebar: I picked this video over the official video because I’m pretty sure this is the tour (not this specific concert) that I saw with hubby. Stage looks the same but I’d really need to see the balloons at the end to know for sure.

    Kirk drives this song and gives it life. You just feel it in your soul.

    So while I haven’t been writing, I’ve been keeping up with a little project in a FB group which takes less time every day. Then, you know, work, and banging my head on my desk about my own stupidity and connecting to the wrong database. Well, hell, it’s time for dinner and chillin’ and QT. I need more time in the day and I’m going to find it with my planner.

    During my ill-fated time as a Realtor, I started loving the hell outta my planner. All pretty lines and colors and erasable ink and time management goals. It didn’t always work, but I liked feeling like it should work. That wasn’t the first time for planners though. When I think more about it, I’ve been using them on and off since my manager days at Don Pablo’s.

    Those were some of the most hilarious and ridiculous times of my life. Not quite on par with the Club Med days, but a jolly runner-up. The stories…well, maybe I’ll put them all in a blog or a book some day. For both places, lol. One of the absolutely most tame but still make-me-smile memories was our “who gets the night closed out the fastest” competitions in management. It’s a numbers game and I know numbers. I got that down to be on par with the fastest of the experienced managers. Why were we in such a rush, you ask? Well, pride, for one. I mean, we couldn’t leave until the kitchen was finished regardless. We were also all ready to just unwind, debrief, and laugh among friends and the sooner that happened, the better.

    Adding daily yoga back into my schedule is definitely going to be nothing but a positive. I’m already learning new things to make everything feel better so at some point down the road, I might actually have a decent ROM in all of my joints. Excitement!

    You don’t need a novel. Your attention span isn’t that long. See you next time.

  • Ramblings

    We’re Halfway There

    WHOOOAAAAAAA!

    July 1. The beginning of the second half of the year. I’m treating it like it’s the beginning of the year. I mean, why not, right? Has the first half of this year been something you want to look back on fondly? Generally speaking, of course. I’m sure that a lot of people had a lot of great things happen since January 1, so hold on tight to those 2020 memories.

    I’m feeling pretty good. I weigh a little more than I should, but we’re just coming off the “holidays” (If I’m pretending I’m starting the year over, then I’m going whole hog). I’ve been on a daily regimen of iron, probiotics, and glucosamine along with a weekly dose of Vitamin D for a couple of months (2 prescribed, 2 OTC) and I’m seeing some changes. Iron and Vitamin D through the bloodwork, but due to the probiotic (I guess), I can eat ice cream again without wanting to die. My hips are starting to feel a little less achy, and I can only assume that’s from the glucosamine. So, yeah, stuff works, it just takes a while to see it. Tough wait for impatient folks like myself. I want it all. I want it now.

    Since I last bothered to write anything, I picked up a leviwand from DerpGear, started revisiting my poi, won a hula hoop on IG then bought two more from DragonHooper. Taught a handstand workshop. Decided that now was a good time to become a Level 1 Certified Instructor for FabPole. And most recently, as of today as a matter of fact, I began my 100 HR YTT (yoga teacher training). I was once previously offered an opportunity for a training, but it simply wasn’t the right time. This time, I knew was the right time for this growth.

    Part of me wants to do this training as a centering that will hopefully allow me to find my flow with my hoop/wand/poi. The other part wants to bring some yoga to some Black folks around here that are not otherwise being served. Not that I would exclude anyone from a class, but having a Black teacher changes the game for a lot of Black people. It is what it is.

    I’m going to try to get something into this space every day in July to correlate with this training. Emphasis on try. Some days will have more interesting things to discuss than others…I mean, that’s life, right? For today, let’s talk books for a moment.

    There are three that I’m reading now for training:

    • Ashtanga Yoga: The Practice Manual – David Swenson
    • Skill In Action: Radicalizing Your Yoga Practice to Create a Just World – Michelle Cassanda Johnson
    • The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom – Don Miguel Ruis

    While I hadn’t heard of this particular manual, it remains a manual, so no surprise in reading/needing it. Skill In Action is going to be a great read. I’ve just dipped a toe in and already, yes. Many of you have likely heard of the last book. I certainly have and I’m looking forward to reading it fully. It’s gonna be a wild ride and I’m ready.

    I know this has been rambly, but cut me some slack while I knock the dust off this writing idea.

  • Ramblings

    Doing Stuff To My Body

    It’s 10:45AM and I’m HUNGRAY!

    I’m sure that many moons ago, when I was a member of the “Make Your Hair As Big As Possible” Club, I knew that this video was a little dark and/or sad. Of course, all these years later, I didn’t remember this until I looked up the video to use for this post. Well, if you are wanting to make a connection, then simply replace the lost spouse with food. Callous, I know, but again, I wasn’t thinking about all this angst in the video when I wanted to use it.

    Now, on with the story!

    Either on Friday of last week or over the weekend, Lovey (aka the hubby in case you were unaware) mentioned reading something about intermittent fasting, or IF as the cool kids say. I’ve never been one for all the many diets out there. I just work out and try to eat mostly healthy and splurge whenever. I’ve also put on a few pounds over the last year and a half that I’ve been struggling to shed.

    Sidebar: TMI warning. Skip to the next paragraph if you don’t wanna read about my insides. You were warned. Back in 2017, I tried to get into a study for doing something to reduce these gawd awful fibroids. I didn’t get in, but they did have the courtesy to tell me that, at that time, my uterus was the size of a 10 week pregnant woman. Coming up on three years later, I can’t imagine that those suckers shrunk any, so I’m guessing that my empty uterus is at least 3 months pregnant now with fibroid babies. Could have something to do with the weight gain, but maybe not. And yes, I’m gonna go to the GYN eventually.

    Exercise happens, yoga happens, pole happens, and chubby continues to happen. So without actually acknowledging that I’m willing to try this whole IF idea, I figure I’ll do it.

    You’ve probably heard of IF, or if you haven’t, you can work it out since those are two pretty easy words. Hubby said (and I didn’t check it myself) that 14 hours was optimal for women and 16 for men. Ok, sure.

    Before giving this a shot, my morning routine looks about like this:

    5am alarm, shit around (most of the time literally) reading emails, Facebook, IG, LI, and checking my roster for the day for whatever fantasy sport season it is until about 5:20, walk over to the gym, put in work for 30-45 minutes depending on that day’s routine, pet a dog, stretch, do handstands, pretend I’m good at my Leviwand, walk back home by 7:10 at the latest, make breakfast, eat, shower, boot up the laptop and get ready for the work day.

    Without warning, I goofed off longer at the gym portion of my morning and didn’t get back to the house until about 7:30 and Lovey says I’m running late. I say nope, if I’m not eating, I have more time. To which he replies, OH! So you’re gonna do that. LOL. Obviously I’m a stellar communicator.

    Almost every night, the last thing I have is right about 9pm – a protein shake and an iron pill because girl I’m hungray(!) and I’m old with the most deficient iron deficiency ever. I’m not always hungry when I eat breakfast, it’s just the scheduled time. (Yeah, I’m one of those forget to eat people if I don’t eat on a schedule. )

    I’m already at ten hours at this point so I figure that I can survive for another four before I eat. I figure this is a great time to go in on the tea cabinet and the ~10 boxes of teabags I’ve got in there. A little turmeric ginger tea (no sugar) plus a bunch of water should get me through. And I’m mostly right. I make it all the way until 10:45 before I get actually hungry and at that point, I know I’ll survive for 15 more minutes.

    I think part of the line of thinking is that with less time to eat that you will consume less calories, but they obviously don’t know me. Still had breakfast, lunch, and dinner although I did forgo my evening shake, but that’s typical for Monday since I eat late after class.

    Much to Lovey’s chagrin, I weigh myself about 5 times a week. Weekends are scale-free because I don’t need that sort of stress in my life. But imagine my surprise when I saw more movement in the numbers on the scale in that one day than I’ve seen in the last several weeks. Of course, it could be a fluke, and I’ll find out tomorrow when I step back on, but it could be some IF magic, who knows. I’m going to keep trying it for the rest of this week to see if changes continue to happen. Of course, I’ll let you know because I know how much you want to know every detail of my mundane life.

    The only downside to yesterday’s new structure was that around 3pm I wanted to go to sleep oh so badly. I pressed on because, you know, work, but I’m hoping that was a one day thing.

    Well, I’m in the middle of today’s feeding frenzy and it’s taco night and I gotta go get some refried beans. Stop back tomorrow if you’d like to see how it’s going. And hey, let me know if you’ve gone down this IF road and how it worked for you!