Friday, June 25, 2010
Pump and Lift, Episode 10: Guess How Many Pounds I Just Lost?
Yeah, you heard me. I just lost 10 pounds. TEN POUNDS.
But contrary to what I've written earlier, I'm not celebrating with the mani-pedi that I promised myself. I am, however, celebrating with something that's more decadent than a pre-pedicure champagne foot soak:
That's right, I'm finally giving myself permission to be in the moment. This was the week when I could've stress-eaten my way a la Kyra Sedgwick in The Closer (that pilot episode alone is like Sex and the City for snack-food junkies) but ended up drowning my sorrows in crackers and decaf - so of course I'm ending the week on an edgy note.
Okay, so this morning wasn't exactly the best place to start, what with the various computer drama and the eye-gouging review of constitutional law (did I tell you that I'm teaching a fun class?) but halfway through it all I just decided that I was going to let it all go and move on to the next activity on the slate. In my case, it's catching up on my blogging, revising my food journals, and getting my eyebrows back into shape.
The problem with being a workaholic in a crazy job is that the stress tricks the mind into thinking that "me time" does not exist. This may have been true during my twenties, when I was hungry and eager to prove myself... but now, after all the health scares I've put myself through, I have to remind myself time and time again to give myself permission for things that I would otherwise talk myself out of doing. Things like walking my dogs, watching TV and sorting out my work space at home.
(That last one is very important. Without a good work space, I can't write. Period.)
So here I am, getting my mind back into the writing mindset so I can get on with the rest of my day. The future will take care of itself.