Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I love hockey. A subject out of the blue, I know. But I've spent part of my last two days checking kids in at hockey camps and watching Junior A try-out games. And the distraction is good for me. I concentrate on everything EXCEPT food. I love the game. I love to watch it. And the added plus is that I have had a good couple of days as a result this distraction. Great eating habits and high activity levels.
Yesterday was particularly good. I got into the gym and ran 3 miles, walked one, and cycled 3. I didn't intend to work so hard, but once I was in there and got going, I just kept going. I wasn't tired, even if I was sweating like crazy. So I just kept going.
Afterward I treated myself to a massage. My neck and shoulder muscles are always sore. I feel like they've been sore for 3 months. I think it's partly because I don't stretch as well as I should. And even when I do, the ache seems to survive. I don't really mind it so much, but I decided to see if I could get some relief by getting a massage. And it wasn't too terribly different than the one I had in March. "Hellooooo Helga. I'm baaaaack."
So this time I guess my arm muscles were very tight and knotted. Helga worked them and worked them and worked them. Today I have bruises. Honestly! Bruises! I can hardly touch my upper arms. It's almost comical. So I guess I'm going to have to rethink this whole "relaxing massage" thing. It doesn't really work for me, does it? Haha. C'est la vie. Could be much, much worse, right?
The rest of my week is going to be equally busy, but I MISSED the intense exercise. Shocking, but I really missed it. And then I was too busy to get to the gym today -- truly -- but I am really looking forward to it for tomorrow. I actually really WANT to get to it. How weird is that??????
So I'm good. I'm really good. Maybe I'm not serious enough for some people out there, as the comment from my last post suggests. Maybe I'm not losing the weight fast enough. Maybe I'm stuggling. But that is the nature of the beast within. Whether it's eating, smoking, drinking, gossiping, lying, shopping -- all of us have our temptations. All of us have our struggles. Wouldn't life be grand if we could shake our vices from us without any hardship or struggle? But that's not reality. And set-backs are not the equivalent of failure. In my experience, success is heightened by the amount of struggles we overcome in order to achieve it. The harder the fight, the sweeter the victory. NO ONE wants to watch a game whose score is 10 to zero -- not even the winners. EVERYONE wants to see the game that goes into double overtime. Those are the best struggles. The ones we win in spite of the adversity. In spite of the set-backs. Those are the "wins" that settle into our bones and become part of our character. And that's what I want for myself.
So to you, my anonymous poster, I say this: I'm sorry I have disappointed you. But you have disappointed me, too.
That's it. I'm off to bed friends. Sleep tight. God Bless you all. And I'll report back as soon as I can.