January was the single. longest. month. Ever. Yesterday was January 74. My New Year’s Resolutions for finances, fitness, food and house should be complete since it’s already 2020.
What happened during the longest month ever?
My son played with penguins at the Sedgwick County Zoo. So friggin cute.
Fetched a stick. With his mouth. Because that’s what the dog does.
And turned 2. He’s playing with the packing paper in his birthday present from KiwiCo. The actual present was trash as far as he was concerned.
New Year’s Update: Filters
I open Instagram Stories on accident a lot. Fun filters FTW.
New Year’s Update: Finances
False start. Planning to hot wire this car in February. (Side note: Got the actual car fixed, so we have at least SOME of our s*** together already.)
New Year’s Update: Fitness
Like every red-blooded American woman in January, I said 2019 is going to be THE YEAR I get back into shape.
I joined Title Boxing Club in 2018 to slough off pesky baby weight — which came back like a flood when I stopped breastfeeding, rude. High energy. Hitting. Kicking. Skipping… burpees. Sweat rolling down my face and pooling on the mat. Exhilarating.
I’ve never been a fan of cardio, but I loved. boxing. And it was so good for my back.
Until it started acting up again. Until I got busy. Until I couldn’t swing 5:15 a.m. classes because I was so damn tired and in too much pain.
My goal for 2019 isn’t to get back into shape. I want to be pain-free. Fitness is absolutely a part of my road to recovery — I just have to find the right fitness.
I’m testing some options.
Kundalini yoga, which blends chanting, meditation and breath work with familiar yoga poses. The theory behind it is a little hocus pocus, but it’s the only yoga I can do. Most of the work can be done lying down or in a position that doesn’t challenge my back. Think bridge pose or holding a lunge for a long time and “breathing through the eyes.” Whatever, it’s nice.
Thirty-minute fitness classes at work on Tuesdays and Thursdays (which I’ve been proscribed from this week by my physical therapist because they’re hurting me), blending a dash of cardio with strength training and core. Combine these with Popsugar’s Active app workouts, and I’ve got 15-30 minutes scheduled every day.
My physical therapy stretches and abdominal work. The stretches relieve inflammation in my nerves, and the ab work teaches my transverse muscles — the deep abs that got all stretched and destroyed during pregnancy — to activate when I move. After 10 reps, my core is exhausted, but it’s not a workout.
I did pretty well with my fitness resolution for about two-and-a-half weeks. Now, I’m faltering.
False start? More like a stall. Hey, the Jeep needs new tires, too.
New Year’s Update: Food
I lost six pounds between Thanksgiving and my son’s birthday using Noom — counting calories, daily weigh-ins, little challenges. But I was over it. I cancelled that membership (theme?) and gained four pounds back just three weeks later.
Hey, when it’s Christmas break, and you have all the time in the world to plan your meals, go grocery shopping and prep smoothies — well, you’re for sure going to keep that up when you go back to work.
Fitbit is free, so I’m going to try to use it like Noom — even though it’s not as good, and I don’t really want to.
New Year’s Update: House
It’s been vacuumed.
New Year’s Update: Time
January was 74 days long, and I still don’t have a second of time until 10 p.m. when I write blogs and don’t shower.