Setting goals

Every year, I set goals.  Health goals, reading challenges, financial goals, personal goals, etc.  The ones that actually work are the ones that are reasonable and not too easy.

I have already started thinking about next year.  I don’t wait for a new year’s resolution.  Why start tomorrow when you can start today?

Financial goal is to save more money.   That goal is always what I set.  It’s vague, but if I set a particular dollar amount, I will make myself crazy.  With my work schedule all over the place, I can’t do a particular amount.  Something is better than nothing.

Personal goals for next year.  Cruise in February.  Vegas trip in January.  Have something to look forward to each month.  Continue classes at the community colleges.  Meet with friends more often.  Look for the humor in everything.

Reading goals for next year.  75 books.  Get the book stack down to shorter than me.  Read more paper books.  Keep up the book reviews.  Get to the library more.

Health goals.  Bay swim again.  Vegas half marathon.  10,000 steps a day, every day.  Watch what I eat.  Get outdoors more.  Walk the dogs more.

Note that there isn’t a weight loss goal, only activity goals.  I learned that I make myself crazy when I fixate on the scale.

Anyone interested in joining me in goal setting?  In challenging me on fitbit?  Some other motivation?  Leave a message in the comment or through the contact page.

 

 

Everything is an adventure

Things just happen to me. I don’t know why. They either happen to me or around me.  I don’t know if I am more observant than others.  A friend tells me that it’s just that I am out there and doing things more than the average person does, so there’s more of an opportunity for absurd things to hit me.  It could also be that I just tend to find humor in many things.  I have been accused of making these things up and embellishing stories, but they happen in front of witnesses.  “I always thought you were kidding about this stuff happening to you.”  Really, I am not.  I have friends that won’t go places with me if they want a normal excursion.  I don’t cause it, I just go with it.  Never bad things, just unusual.

Today, at the nail place, the woman at the table in front of meme was telling the woman next to her about her phone case, “and this color here is gangrene, and of you put your finger here, it keeps you from falling.” Huh?

I have managed to fall off a treadmill.  That one was Karma.  I was at the gym, doing my regular walk/jog on the treadmill.  I could see out the window, and there was a baseball field across the street.  Every morning at 6:30, the sprinklers went on.  Every morning at 6:30 some unsuspecting jogger would be in the middle of the lawn and would get hit with the sprinklers.  Every single morning.  So, it became 6:29 and I started looking around to see who might be hit.  Lady with the dog… no.  Too far away.  Guy with too short shorts… maybe.  Suddenly, I missed my footing and stepped on the edge of the treadmill with my right foot.  My left foot was still on the belt, moving.  So, I went face down onto the belt and off the treadmill.  The lady next me to me was almost more stunned than I was.  I got up and realized that I wasn’t seriously hurt, and continued my walk/jog.  Got back up on the horse, so to speak.  I was slightly bruised, but nothing worth noting.  Except on my mammogram that year it was noted “Patient has bruising on her breasts and abdomen which she claims are from falling off a treadmill.”  I didn’t just claim it.  It really happened!   A few months later, I was at the gym with my daughter and I drop my mp3 player while I was at a full run on the treadmill.  I tried to catch it, but my daughter had more sense than I did.  “Mom!  At least it was only the mp3 player this time.  Don’t fall off again!”  She was right.

Yesterday in art class, I was walking to get clean water for my brushes, and I had my audiobook going.  I passed a classmate and got stuck on something, so I stopped.  My headphones managed to get caught on her glasses somehow.  How, I haven’t a clue.  She laughed at me and we detangled ourselves.  I have also managed to paint my daughter in class.  Her whole hand.  Yellow.  Talent.  So, when I was walking around class last night with a paintbrush that needed washing, everyone steered clear of me.

I have also mentioned my public transportation and library adventures.  I am sure I’ll come up with more.  Life is an adventure.  Make the most of it.  Go with it.  Laugh.  Enjoy the trip.  We all know the ending, but it’s the journey that matters.

Halloween

I am not big on Halloween. Once the kids were old enough to do their own thing, I basically backed away, other than the occasional party. But, that was only if it fell on a weekend and if I had extra energy to pull together a costume.

This year, I’m supposed to go to class. I figure that half the class is going to be missing anyway, plus I have been working later at work and would barely make it. I won’t be going tonight.

I am staying home and not answering the door for the trick or treating kids that never come to the door anyhow. I have candy ready, just in case, but it’s unlikely that we will need it.

I will be indoors with my book and making sure our black cat doesn’t get out. I may even do some laundry and wear warm, straight out of the drier pjs tonight. I still have to get up early for work tomorrow.

Making Progress

I love being able to show progress.  I adore my FitBit since it shows me my steps and other things, and I can compare them to where I was.  Daily challenges between friends and family members keep me in competition with others, and this helps, too.  The Aria scale keeps me on track too, and logs it automatically into my FitBit dashboard.  Unfortunately, the numbers aren’t on my side, but I am hoping they will turn the right direction, soon.

Goodreads helps me keep track of what I am reading, and the progress I am making on each book.  It’s even easier when I read from a Kindle, because I can just share progress right from the reader.  If I get super picky, I can label each one with the reason I’m reading it.  I haven’t gotten that far into it yet, thankfully.  I can see, though, that I am making progress on my annual goal, and each book that is helping me get there.

How today went…

All week, I have been complaining about needing a pedicure, since two nails have overgrown and are starting to hurt. Yes, I could cut them myself, but when I paint them myself, they look like a kindergartner painted them, and with her non-dominant hand.

My daughter has acrylic nails, and has broken two, so she insisted that it’s time to get nails done. I had my fingers done over the weekend, so it is only my toes that need doing. Apparently, one of her friends needs her nails done, too. So it’s a group effort.

I arrived just when I thought I would. I stopped at Starbucks first, then walked into the nail place. “Pick your color.” I chose hot pink to match the glitter color that caught my eye. I always choose glitter. With glitter on your toes, no one notices the chips, so the pedicure lasts longer. Plus, it’s glitter.

I use the restroom, because, as my friends have told me, much of my life revolves around my bladder. I settled into the massaging pedicure chair and turned the chair on and put my feet in the water. I don’t mind waiting while the massage is going and my feet are in the whirlpool.

The guy doing my pedicure was left handed, and a perfectionist. I felt all backwards since he started from the other side. He checked for rough spots thoroughly and almost killed me tickling me with the pumice stone.

We waited for all of us to finish, then went to lunch. I took a kid to work, then went to the library to pick up my holds.

I got home and did a few tasks and napped before class.

I got to acrylic painting class. I had figured out that I can listen to audiobooks while painting, so I started up my current one and started painting. I was laughing, hopefully quietly. One of my classmates is a big reader, so I wandered over to recommend the book to her. I got another recommendation and an offer to borrow a book. I expect to be reading the borrowed book by this time next week.

Good intentions

I met my daughter at the gym today to do treadmill work. I am determined to get back to it and start running again soon. One must walk before running, so I made myself finish a half hour on the treadmill. I got a mile under my belt. Without coughing much.

The great thing about going with my daughter is that I am motivated to stay on the treadmill until she’s close to finishing. The bad thing is that I don’t get my reading done.

Getting back at it

I enrolled in classes at the community college. Twice a week, I take body conditioning, a PE class. Twice a week is acrylic painting.

Because of my recent foot surgery and the fact that I hadn’t been able to exercise for many months, I have to modify many of the exercises in the body conditioning class. I have also had a cough for several weeks, and it’s just now getting better. It was the worst when I lie down, since post nasal drip from allergies is the cause of it, according to the pulmonologist.

We start out body conditioning class with a core workout on the mats. We start with planks. I can’t put pressure on my toes yet, so they are modified. Front, right side, left side planks. Then Superman pose with arms in front and then arms at side. I’m great at this one, since it’s essentially just lying on my belly with my head and feet off the ground.

Then, we go on hands and knees with the left hand and right leg up, then reverse. This is fun to watch others do. It takes a bit of coordination, and several people never get the hang of it. You’d be surprised at how many people try to get their left hand and left leg up at the same time and are surprised that they fall over. Then they try to reverse it. I try not to watch, because I draw attention to myself when I laugh.

We flip over onto our backs for pike position, which is basically just touching our toes with our feet in the air. I am also good at this one, until the coughing starts.

We stretch our hips, do knee hugs, stretch hamstrings and sometimes raise our hips off the ground. Then we go to medicine ball exercises.

Planks on the ball. Also known as try not to fall on your face. I have to modify on this, so I’m on my knees, not toes. If I use the ball, I end up just kneeling and holding the ball. When I tried to actually balance, the instructor asked me not to. So, during this time, I end up doing straight arm planks while making sure my ball doesn’t roll away. I suppose I some use out of the ball, since I’m on one hand catching the rolling ball quite frequently.

Then, dying bugs. On our backs, ball up, bicycling. Then crunches with the ball. Russian twists, which are bringing the ball from right to left while seated, leaning back a bit.

Then we go back to planks on the ball and repeat exercises. Because I’m still way out of shape and I’m still slightly coughing, I use the flip over time to tie my shoes, check to see if my socks match, and see what spots I missed when I shaved my legs last. All good uses of my time.

Sometimes we do jumping jacks, which I modify. Sometimes squats with the medicine ball. Sometimes pushups, which I modify, and sometimes we do these with the medicine ball. Again, attempting to not fall on your face.

We are then turned loose to do our own workout. I am usually coughing by this point, so I find my inhaler and water and walk around in the cold air outside until I can catch my breath.

Then I’ll do weights for a little while and hit the treadmill with my Kindle until I have to go to the bathroom. Then I’ll come back and work on getting steps in for my fitbit challenge and try to finish a chapter or two in the Kindle. I am getting faster on the treadmill again, thankfully. Not as fast reading, though. The faster I walk, the slower I read. It’s ok, though. I’m still multitasking.