Flounder it's what 's for dinner. Monday found out a friend had died unexpectedly and worried all day about other friends in the path of Sandy. Could not quite figure it out to get in my 18 minute walk.
On Tuesday went to the Peavine Trail and walked two miles. Relaxed and got myself back on track.
Wednesday did my 18 minutes and found out when the memorial for my friend was. Also called about office space. Something I have been dreaming of for quite sometime. Made an appointment to see the space.
Thursday went to see the office space. Loved it and can afford it once I have some writing gigs. Went to the memorial. Read my email and found out that two big jobs I have applied for...well let's just say I am not a contender. Talked to hubbie about the office space. Cried some too. Boohoo life is hard. Maybe we can squeezed out the money to get me going in the office space. It's pretty tight right now. $180 is a lot for us. Frankly, I could use a little hope and total quiet. The dishes that need washing just outside the door of the shared office I have with my husband are making it impossible to write or think. I really need to GO TO WORK, as in go to an office, as in get dressed, make a lunch and leave my home EVERYDAY (Monday thru Friday).
Friday, today trying to figure out how to grow up. I did walk 18 minutes around the park here at Goldwater Lake (where I live) and then up the hill. I was definitely huffing and puffing, but felt mentally well. I have to say that Prescott, AZ is a great place to train for a marathon. There are so many trails and great places to walk and run. And at 5000 to 6500 feet the lungs are getting a serious workout.
Overall doing pretty good on food consumption. At two parties this week ate a small amount of dairy (goat cheese my favorite and artichoke dip, help, it was just so yummy.) Today did some nibbling into my daughter's barbecue potato chips. Epiphany for the week: make up my favorite drink in mass quantity. Hardly drank at all on Tuesday and had a major headache. Hard to say why, but realized that I should make up three gallons of my special tea drink so I did.
Other good news that keeps me going...had a friend tell me how he started running. It was helpful to realize that my lithe friend was once overweight, stressed out and a non-runner. Now the guy runs races regularly including half-marathons. It's that kind of story that keeps me going. The public form can be a great place to break one's interior bounds. That's the English teacher talking: blah, blah, blah. Now the other thing to keep in mind is that I want to be a writer and actually make a living doing it. It is possible.
So...
next week: 21 minutes of walking and more blogging, that's like jogging but without the boob bounce. And send a query for an article I want to do at the Smithsonian and apply for a freelance writing gig (that I have been afraid to follow up on...) and move into my own office space.
And now for a little levity: from my happy daughter.
And now for a little levity: from my happy daughter.
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