In “The Good, The Bad, and The Mitten” format.
I took myself up on my 31 Days of Yoga in 31 Days challenge and apart from Monday the 5th, when I completely forgot about the challenge (The Boy was out of town, I was running amok, other miscellaneous excuses here), I’ve actually stuck to it, and hit the mat every single day.
Although I would like to tell you that I rise from bed, bright-eyed and bendy, to get in a practice to start my day, what happens 90% of the time is that I glance blearily at the clock around 9:30 or 10pm, groan a little, get the mat out and crank up a podcast or take myself through whatever feels like it needs a workup.
(Trivia: Despite the fact that the podcasts are longer than my own self-driven practices, I’m usually prouder of myself when I choose my sequences.)
Having said that, I am proud of myself for doing it, especially on the days when those bleary glances are just 20 minutes after getting home from volleyball or pole, when I’m already physically tired, and usually stiffening up a little.
So… that was the good stuff. The bad part? Let’s leave that for a second and segue to our maple:
Isn’t it beautiful and golden? And not four days ago, this whole tree was green as an apple. (The expression “green as poison” just didn’t seem fitting in this particular context.) Fall is at once something that creeps up, and something that explodes suddenly around here. I’m not quite sure how, but it is.
Okay, so I can’t put off my confessions forever; might as well get it out. The bad on the fitness front would have to do with my (lately) insatiable sweet tooth.
I have always, always been a sugary carb snacker. I don’t need chips, pretzels or Cheetos, but the house had better be stocked with some form of cake, cookie or muffin or I will be extremely grumpy. Lately I’ve also finally gotten around to nibbling away at the UK chocolate The Boy brought me (umm, in April) which had been stashed in our freezer.
Despite what he says about preferring salty snacks, The Boy is usually far more likely to finish off candy in our house than I am. I like candy, but I won’t snack on it inexorably the way I will on, say, an entire package of President’s Choice Decadent Chocolate Chunk Cookies, which may or may not necessarily have occurred recently. Within a week. Ahem. Candy just seems so obviously “bad” that I actually do eat that as a treat the way nutritionists recommend.
Cookies on the other hand… not so much. This past week, my realm of Things Which It’s Okay To Keep Cramming Into Your Maw apparently expanded to also include chocolate-covered Anything (e.g. pretzels, caramels, raisins, peanuts, espresso beans). Also, junky Hallowe’en foil-wrapped chocolate ball things. Yuck.
Aside from generally feeling blech after eating all the crap food (duh?) I also feel bad that I’m so obviously undoing any good I might have been achieving with the daily asanas. This isn’t a weight issue or a cavity issue (although I’m pretty sure it’ll become one); it’s more general disappointment in myself that I know I shouldn’t be doing something and yet, still am. I know better than this, damnit, why do I allow it?
So yeah, mixed feelings there. Although at this point it appears I will have succeeded on my 31DoYi31D challenge (I figure missing one day is acceptable), I’m not sure if I’m going to decide that I “earned” the yoga-paws. After all, how much balance is really being expressed by binge-snacking?
On a more positive note, I was actually a lot further along on The Boy’s mitt than I’d expected. So much so, in fact, that I finished up the first one on Friday.
This of course means I’ve cast on for my second mitt which will hopefully skim along quickly, ideally within a week. If that works out, I can take The Boy’s second mitt with us on our trip in November, and hopefully get it wrapped up there. Mitts for all, and in time for the cold weather!
That’s the plan anyway. How’ve you been behaving Internets?