another month

It’s been a busy one- started a new gym that I love and am trying to not go too hard. I want to build strength and I can do that there, but only with consistency and that’s my focus. Not to fret over how much (or little in my case) weight to lift, but to keep showing up at 5:30am, 3-4 mornings every week and lift with good form. Progressive weight will happen and with consistency & good form it will happen faster.

My kiddo has started senior year and there are big emotions that I’m doing well at keeping simmered down, but they are there, at the edges of my vision. Do I stay here after all and keep a place she knows, a place to come home to til college is over – a place to return and visit with friends she’s had since they were toddlers – or at least she has her own apartment somewhere? Do I leap when she leaps; letting her know wherever I am she can be – safe and held with a love that lets her be who she needs to be?

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I wrote the above another almost month ago …

No decisions have been made.

The gym was amazing, but too rich for my current budget so back to far too sporadic apt gym workouts.

I’ve been hit with deep sadness lately – not even sad in the classical sense, but more doldrums perhaps. Malaise of end days perhaps. End days seem constant now – news cycles stewed in and showcasing the worst of human nature. From FBI director ignorantly testifying about beastiality to serial killer snug filmmakers to a pathological so-called president to 100 degree September days.

Then there is my 9.5 year old dog who now practically has to drag his back legs up the stairs to our apartment – diagnosed with a sarcoma encroaching on nerve bundles. My 83 year old mother who is thankfully self reliant – but on the edges of my mind as I know one bad day can flip her into a fully dependent situation.

Then the cars … that’s just being an adult and dealing with maintenance of older cars purchased because newer cars were out of the budget requirement.

Anyway … how am I doing? Oh I’m fine. Breathing and moving forward. Just. Fucking. Fine.

just write it out

there’s nothing particular that is on my mind, but a little stream of consciousness is good for the soul

i’ve starting lifting weights and today i did hex cage deadlifts – i think that’s the term- i know it’s dead lifts but i’m using a trainer for the first time ever and she’s tracking everything for me. i’d love to keep her on my team but i could only afford 8 sessions and so soon i’ll be finding a new, traditional gym. anyway, this morning at 6:30 I found myself deadlift 35kilos or about 77lbs – plus whatever the cage weighs – you don’t get credit for the weight of the apparatus that holds your weight, but I digress. the point i’m making is I did 6 reps at 30k and then 4 sets of 8 reps at 35 kilos which calculates to a total of 1300 kilos or 2860 lbs, thereabouts. when it adds up it’s kinda mind blowing.

presently my trainer writes out all the numbers. soon i’ll need to do that and i’m not looking forward to it but also it will be interesting to watch the numbers and how the correspond to my changing body. same goes for tracking food.

it all feels a little obsessive, but successful change doesn’t happen by chance. to make change last, for consistency to become transformative you have to stay on top of things and systematically create the consistency in your life. Or at least that what i’ve read from a lot of people who seem to be making change last.

get on it

I just had the auto-renew kick in for this page so I suppose I should write here more often. Lawd knows I am writing everything and keeping a journal and all those things, but all those things don’t end up here.

Shyness, fear of vulnerability, imposter syndrome, fear of success, fear of failure… fear that know one will come to my party.

Maybe all of that … but imma work on trying to post more … for future me if nothing else.

books of dreams

I spent only a week, barely looking at screens, my glasses used for evening, reading, and writing in my journal – sometimes not even then for now my hand and glasses simply keep lines straighter – who needs lines

but today had to come, with its return to a manufactured bug in the program of life identified as work, and my eyes quiver and shake against the bug’s light that pours from the screens where we sink our days in exchange for pay … my eyes take in this sanitized correction copy of the world and try to shake free from its digitized imbalance

“Where? Where is the open road,” ask my eyes, “… where is harsh sunlight, and sand to settle upon?”

“it’s out there… replies my soul … we will be immersed in it again … but for now we will witness the world from the books of our dreams”

 

 

ed from original v 5-21-2022