Happy New Year; The Inevitable

May your days be merry and bright!
How was everyones New Year celebration? Were you amongst raucous masses, or enjoying a quiet evening?

Ben's cold left him congested and achy, conditions that only enhanced his predisposed aversion to large gatherings, so we declined a party invite. As I volleyed a game of Words Free with a friend who was attending, he asked if we were going. He was disappointed when I said no. Then he told me to have Ben take some Thera-Flu and come. I said he'd be miserable. Then he said Ben could stay home. D'oh! Popping over there solo for a bit never even occurred to me! But by the time he said that I'd already had a few cocktails. While I wasn't inebriated by any stretch, the cocktails combined with my horrid night vision and expired inspection sticker were flashing neon reasons for me to not venture out. So we watched some back episodes of American Horror Story, a Leverage rerun then saw the ball drop before retiring. I can't recall the last time I was actually awake to ring in the New Year...

New Year's Day, Christmas regalia was taken down; A Christmas Carol, Elf, and The Ref were also viewed for the last time before being packed away until next season. Without my asking, Isaac helped un-decorate the tree (whoa!). He was unsurprisingly morose during the take-down. His subdue temperament gave me pause; I momentarily recalled being eight and feeling as though I were at a funeral as I helped my parents pack away the Christmas decorations.

Now, however, I'm almost just as happy to put away the decorations as I am whence I pull them out. It's cathartic. Wrap the holiday up until the end of the year, start anew, rediscover your rhythm.


THE INEVITABLE

Inevitable

Resolutions are synonymous with the New Year. I don't believe in resolutions. That said... My clothes are tight, I'm certain I can't suck in my gut enough to button my fabulous jeans, I shower without my contacts in to blind myself to how much my belly has expanded, and at home I always wear "athletic" clothes. Translation: stretchy pants. Whence I disembarked from my fitness wagon a few weeks ago, all of this was expected.

As with most vacations, the end of this mini-vaca from my healthy regimen has me running back to it at top speed, arms wide. Which is why rediscovering my healthy self is not a resolution - it's an inevitability. I did forty minutes of yoga a few days ago; it was the perfect reminder to get back in motion. The wonderful warmth in my muscles radiated from the hour after I finished through the next day. A break from the day-to-day workouts brings the realization to the forefront how much I love them. 

This week I'll pop in some kickboxing and yoga; starting next Monday I'll have my food schedule set and re-embark on my JM Body Revolution. The workouts gave me amazing results without following the diet. I'm perfectly rested to start it again from the beginning, and can't wait to see what'll happen by also sticking with the meal plan. Since the meal plan is just a portion of her Master Your Metabolism cookbook, I may just have to invest in the cookbook to broaden my options. The most important part of this equation will be not having nightly cocktails. My liver with thank me. Cheers! 



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Bunker Musings II - Pretty Flowers and an AM Yum

Image
It has been a dreary spring. While it is the weather to which I'm currently referring, the kiddos were disappointed to hear yesterday that the school year will need to be finished at home. We'll see what the announcement from our governor today will bring.  The rain and cloudy skies have been incessant! Yesterday began with a beautiful blue sky before the gray and rain rolled in. So I knocked the kitchen windows open a bit to let the fresh air in, and admired the scattered clusters of sunny daffodils that escaped the landscaper's excavation when I had the garden removed. Wee videos of the before and after of that can be found on my Instagram .  When I came downstairs from my bath I saw the wine decanter sitting on the dining table, and asked why it was out. Ben held up a finger as he exited the back door into the pouring rain and then returned with a lovely bouquet and said, "What's the point of having your own flowers if not to bring them in?" 
Read more

Bunker Musings I - Finding Joy and Gratitude

Have you heard? These aren't normal times?! I do hope you all are well!  For nearly two years, I was in a blissful existence of daily Ali Kamenova yoga practice, mostly healthy and mindful food consumption, and feeling better than ever!  Unfortunately, that is not my current state.  Since I've let myself go, I take showers without my contacts in, only wear elastic banned pants, loathe looking at myself, and have been afraid to attempt the new strong classes my guru, and spiritual warrior, Ali Kamenova has been putting out because I wasn't confident I'd be able to finish them. Why is it that no matter how long good habits are in practice, certain stressors are a gateway for the bad ones to slither their way back into your life?  The answer, for me, seems to be  I'm Only Happy When it Rains . (I just learned that this song's intention is ironic!)  But it's been my reality for as long as I can remember. And I've had another fountain moment, si
Read more

Dear Rachael

Hi, all! It saddens me that this is the first post in months.... I put this together last night, but was just too drained to get it out. I read this opinion piece , and I was just incensed with the way Rachael Larimore abdicated any responsibility for what may happen because of her decision! "Vote your conscience", but don't think that makes anyone less culpable for what happens! Hopefully she'll take a moment to read this... I'm scared, frightened and disgusted with everything - that the establishment got so out of touch that people were so desperate for change that they chose the know-nothing tangerine nightmare. Now is not the time to continue lamenting. We must cobble together the rest of our humanity and soldier forward. This will be my last political rant. Besides - time to start planning out the 12 Days of Christmas Cookies!!! Greetings, The tenor of your piece is completely anathema to wanting us to "Not blame you. Work with you."
Read more