Posts Tagged: exercise

HyPATHetical.

The title of this post is a bastardized version of the word, “hypothetical.” I just wanted to get that out of the way. In my attempt to be witty, I changed a vowel to make it spell PATH and capitalized it so that it might trigger the reader to think that this might be about paths, or something similar. Except, because of my theme, you can’t see that the word is actually spelled as such and so probably think that I am a fool who can’t spell. Today’s post is about the paths you take in life. It’s not up… I’m not done yet.

Guilt.

Time is ticking for me to write this blog… a new years resolution I’m determined not to break. Most likely all this means is that this blog will be short AND make no sense. Things I currently feel guilty about: 1) after all the kickboxing I’ve done, you’d think my muscles would be somewhat more forgiving during yoga tonight. 1a) the answer to that is “no.” 2) After said yoga, not being careful about what I was eating. 3) writing this too late. 4) not being in bed yet. Beattie says to let it go. So I’m going to; mostly… I’m not done yet.

Monday, Monday.

In case you couldn’t tell from the title of this post, it is Monday. That means there’s four more days left until the weekend. Unless, of course, you have a schedule like mine so you don’t really get weekends. I think this is Day 37. It’s about victimization, but who wants to read about that? So, this will just be a regular ol’ bloggity blog. Here we go: I’ve signed up for two races so far this year. I’m scared shitless about them, but I know with a lot of effort, it can be done. I guess you could say… I’m not done yet.

Meetings? Say What?

Day 29 (I think but I don’t know because the book is in the car and I don’t feel like going out to get it because it’s cold and I’m going by memory of what I read Friday morning [breath]) is about going to meetings for codependency. But. Yeah. I’ll skip that. I have a hard time meeting people in general. I’m really shy but I cover it up nicely with ill-timed awkwardness. No need to display that any more than necessary in a room full of people. Onto other things. This morning I ran for 40 minutes. My phone… I’m not done yet.

New Beginnings, Indeed.

Day 19 is about starting new beginnings. Letting go of old resentments, forgiving our past. I… am not good at this. I am a dweller. I don’t harbor crazy grudges – but I think. A lot. Most of the time, about things I’ve done that I shouldn’t have, or the times that I didn’t act when I should have. Yes. It gets old. I’ll work on it. I have a feeling I’ll need to come up with a mantra a la What About Bob? “I feel great, I feel good, I feel wonderful…” Speaking of things I am thinking of:… I’m not done yet.