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Here I go again

Yes, boys and girls, it is once again time to Bring It! P90X style.  With only about 3 months until the second incarnation of this sheer torture is released, I thought it would be a great time to tune up for it with the first program.  Once again, I’ll be running the Lean program as I’m not overly interested in bulking up like a gorilla.  Again.

Day 1 – Core Synergistics

So, either I’m not as terribly out of shape as I thought I was, or it’s just the P90X trickery of thinking, oh, this won’t be so bad.  Seeing as how I’ve done this before, I know it’s gonna be bad.  But the results are SO worth it.  As much as I love the kickboxing, it just won’t do everything that the X will do.  I’m very excited to gain the strength back that I had after the last round.

The most difficult part, for me, of the X, is eating.  There’s so much food to be eaten!  I’m not following the diet to the letter because I have additional workouts.  I have to eat a little more so that I don’t collapse.  This morning wasn’t too tough because I was actually hungry.  Realistically, this isn’t more than we would eat on a Sunday morning, it’s just different….and a little more health conscious.  It is suggested to have all of these different things, but I find it easiest to just pick a breakfast and a lunch and have it all week and then switch it up.

This week, breakfast includes: scrambled egg whites with baby spinach and Roma tomato, a glass of skim milk, half a grapefruit, and a cup of coffee.  This week’s lunch: turkey sammiches with a couple of Wheat Thin flatbread crackers.  Let’s not forget some snacks: lowfat mozzarella and protein shakes.  That’s a lot of food throughout the day and then there’s dinner.  It sounds like a lot, but there will be times where I’ll still be hungry.  I love it!

And then there was everything else.

Work is still trucking right along.  My replacement has accepted and now we just wait for the HR processes to do their thing.  My position has to be posted internally as a technicality and then I think the offer letter goes out.   I’m guessing that she’ll start in another week or two, max.

The pole apprenticeship is rawkin out.  Tomorrow evening, I’ll be teaching my first class.  I’m still in the preparatory phases on that one although I have it roughly mapped out in my head.  The playlist for class is done.  I just hope that my new students enjoy the style of class that I want to give to them: calm, relaxing, empowering, and fun.

Looking forward, there’s more work, more working out, more pole, more food, more football (HERE WE GO STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!), and more writing..hopefully.

Some of the ladies in my pole community were discussing not only NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in November, but also the less official NaNoPlaMo (National Novel Planning Month) in October.  I’ve known about NaNoWriMo for several years now but haven’t participated.  I think this is my year.  Why not be able to say by my 38th birthday, “I wrote a novel”?  Technically, I think I may be slightly cheating because I’ve started this novel, but I really want to finish it and have people reading it on the beach on vacation.

Now that you know way more than you wanted to about what’s going on in my life, I’ll be signing off.  Until tomorrow…..BRING IT!

A Short Journey

The other day, I made myself a quite ambitious list.  The list provided me with something to do every day through the end of August.  These aren’t things that are extensive, just baby steps to get myself going again.  The list contains a lot of trapeze and a lot of boxing.  My goal is to lose last winter’s layer of fat before we get to this winter, making it continually harder to get rid of it.

Sidebar: I just turned on the tv and Saved By The Bell is on.  Turn it, turn it!

All of this trapeze and flying, I’m hoping, will encourage me to keep working out.  I have untapped potential that I am wasting by sitting in an office.  I need to pole, I need to do Zumba, I need to work on getting my personal trainer certification because these things will get me out of the office and off my ass doing things I actually enjoy.  Right?  If you know me, you know that offices aren’t for me.  I need to be out and about, busting chops, because that’s how and where I flourish.

So here I am, with my new look blog.  The sunny side which I aim for being fitness, the darker side being the office (mind you, the dark side isn’t bad, per se, I am very fortunate to have this position).  I’ll be trying once again to write more often, hopefully daily, to also get those wheels turning because this book isn’t going to write its damn self.

Welcome to yet another journey.

Oh, by the way, I get to do a weekend trip for my birthday in December.  The original thought was Vegas, but now I’m thinking I might not want to go there.  Where would you go if you had a four day weekend?

Aaaaaa-choo!

That’s the sneeze I let out when I blow all the dust off of my poor blog.  Sometimes, I just go through this period where I don’t feel like writing anything.  I’m hoping that period is over and I’ll be torturing you on a regular basis with my stories of silliness and other nonsense.

Cancun was a blast as it always is although we caught someone’s germs on the plane on the way back and spent the majority of last week sick.  You can check out some pics on Flickr.

Since we’re on the subject of Mexico, let me tell you a little story.  Back when I was in Ixtapa, there was a store called Commercial Mexicana (I think I’m getting that name right).  Regardless, it was kind of like a Super Target.  Had clothes and DVDs, food, snacks, and pretty much anything else one might need.  So I’m in there one day and I’m waiting to check out.  In front of me is a mom with her two little boys.  I’d say they were about 7-ish.  Really cute kids and since no kids had pissed me off that day, I smiled at them.  The older of the two (or the one that looked older) said to his brother, “Yo quiero una novia morena” and he looked up at me a little sheepishly.

Right about then, mom’s head whipped around (she knew I was there, she had seen me) with a mortified look on her face although I don’t know if it was she’d be mortified that her son had a black girlfriend or if she was horribly embarrassed because she thought I might have been offended.  Either way, it didn’t matter.  I thought he was cute and obviously he had good taste.  And really, it’s just another reason why I love Mexico, its culture, its people, just everything.

 

37.55 – Dust yourself off and try again

Welcome to February.  Welcome to Black History Month.  Welcome to another month of trying to write daily.

You know, even though it’s been 10 days, there still hasn’t been all that much to write to you about.  A lady on the news said that you should tune up your furnace like you tune up your car….about once every three years.  Every.  Three.  Years.  I think she must kill a lot of cars.

Is it cold where you are?  Really cold?  Record breaking cold?  25 below overnight cold?  It’s chilly here.

Speaking of this cold, does your car act up in the cold?  Or is it just mine because it’s almost as old as my child?  I always have the radio loud.  Know why?  Because then I can’t hear that sad, sad mouse in my steering wheel when I turn left or that clanky clanky sound in the front right that’s probably another freaking CV gone south but I don’t want to think about it.  It only has to last until the weather breaks because then I can ride my bike to work and then if all goes as planned, I can buy a new (brand-new, not used, only test-driven, not eaten in, not smoked in, mine all mine) car.  Hello Subaru and your all-wheel drive.

In my writing attempts, my next big goal is to write a book.  One of those laying by the pool reads that won’t require all of your attention but will secretly garner it anyway.  I have the first few chapters and some middle stuff but no end.  Please feel free to prod me about getting it finished at random intervals.

Well, the house smells like chili so I think I’ll go eat it.

Be good.

Friday the 13th….I’m baaaaaack

But there will be no ROCO because I'm just not feeling it.  You may want to just skip over this post altogether because it will be full of things that I just need to get out there.

  • I believe that 3 years is a decent amount of time to give something a try.  That said, Miami sucks.  No matter what you've seen on television, that's television, and living here, well, as PittGirl would say, is church. (Thanks for the shout.)
  • Getting this piece of paper has become ridiculously important.  It signifies more knowledge, more money, and more distance between me and south Florida.
  • <sarcasm> There is nothing more encouraging than a supervisor questioning your clothing choice of the day (that has been worn on many occasion previously) and stating, with an air of hopefulness in his/her voice, that you look as though you may have an interview today.  </sarcasm>
  • I am dieting and it sucks.  Why am I dieting?  Because it is incorrect for a woman of 5 feet and 1.5 inches to weigh 140 pounds.  Three weeks in and I have lost almost 9 pounds.  That does not suck.
  • Possibly because of dieting, I have recently started forgetting things and have lost my ability to focus, even on things that I enjoy.  This is bad.
  • I now have two gray hairs.  At least they aren't visible.
  • Steve Jobs is the devil and on July 11, I will become one of his minions.
  • In four weeks and one day, I will be toasting the beginning of vacation.  Parrot Bay and mango/pineapples all around.
  • I have a book rolling around in my head and I hope to push it out soon.  It is taking up too much space.  I think it's a good I'm-on-vacation-sitting-at-the-beach/pool-and-I-want-to-read-but-not-think kind of book.
  • Is it football season yet?!?!  No?  Well, in the meantime, go Marlins, I guess.
  • Does ANYONE think that I am coherent when I write?
  • The weekend is nearly upon us and guess what fun I have in store!  Nothing like cleaning the house, eh?
  • Oh, by the way, how does one tell if one is depressed?
  • I am a crappy friend because I neglected to call one of my very best friends on his 30th birthday.  My bad, Ant.  Here's a shout out for your biz.  If you live in the New Jersey or five boroughs, you should stop by and give that a shot.  If you are female, even more so because the boys are eye candy.
  • I miss my friends who "get me" and let me be me.  True friends are still your friends the day after you DDT them onto a concrete floor in a bar in Mexico.
  • Ohhhhh, almost forgot this gem.  Kiddo's father, possibly one of THE biggest asshats moving around on two feet, had the nerve audacity balls non-functioning brain notion that I would add him as a friend on Facebook.  HAHAHAHA.  Just for kicks, I looked at his friends list.  Know what it said?  Dxxxx Kxxxxx has no friends.  Well, DUH!
  • Mmm, right.  Celebrity Circus on NBC.  I have yet to watch the full episode but from the first three acts, well, not so much.  I've seen (and taught) children to do more in a week.
  • I MISS MY CIRCUS STUFF!

You know, I've rambled on long enough regarding things that you, dear reader, aren't so interested in.  I leave you with wishes for a happy weekend.  Shyne on.

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