Happy New Year Col, it's the 2nd of Jan and I'm exhausted from reading all of the positive messages from my Instagram people. I'm going to be taking baby steps because we all know that if you go full throttle into a New Year with tons of changes, then nothing usually sticks.
Anyway, it's cold and dark and raining and I go back to work tomorrow after almost two weeks off and I'm starting a new job, that's right... no sleep for me tonight.
January is all about living by numbers for me, what I mean is that I just do stuff that I know I need to do. My brain has enough trouble readjusting to getting up at silly o'clock and doing a day's work, five days a week, 2 hours a day driving etc.etc.
Here we go... living by numbers, (for me anyway):
You get up at 4.30am, therefore you need to be in bed between 8.30pm and 9.00pm.
You should be asleep as close to 9.00pm as possible
Make breakfast every morning and take it with you to work, my favourite work breakfast is a ham and avocado pita with cherry toms on the side and it's exquisite with a Starbucks coffee.
Take healthy snacks to work; clementine's, apples, almonds, Nairn's fine milled oatcakes
Prep veg ready for healthy home made soup for tea, (add red lentils, ground flaxseed and miso.)
2 litres of water minimum per day Monday - Friday
New Entry: 10 (very) modified burpees per day
New Entry: 5 minutes of foam rolling per day
10,000 minimum steps per day, (my daily target is 14,500 but for the day's that I can't leave my desk...)
New Entry: Tell yourself one positive thing to say about yourself every day, (I haven't sussed this one out yet and don't know how to even start.)
Not many new additions but I also need to get back to my daily rituals as listed above.
In addition, I've also tonight, signed up for a 6 week yoga course, it's more about history and meaning and most basic of basics. I actually can't remember the last time I went to a class.... at a venue.... with other people. Scary. Anyway, at worst, I won't go and it'll be a total waste of money but I'm going to try. I did yoga for a little while about 20 years ago, maybe more and all I can remember is going with Sheila and laughing through a huge part of it when we couldn't get up. I realise I need to be more zen this time around. (Scared, excited, nothing to wear.)
I'll keep you posted. Love you x
Tuesday, 2 January 2018
Monday, 1 January 2018
Rings
For reasons too numerous to mention, and after years of uncomfortable conversations and furtive looks, it's just easier to not wear my Mum's rings when I visit some family. Christmas Eve, I removed my rings and placed them safely in my purse. Christmas Day evening, I'm at home, at one end of the dining room when I take the rings out of my purse... and promptly drop one. I hear it land on the floor but I don't see where it finally rested.
I spent 40 minutes on my hands and knees with my face placed for the most part on the carpet. It's no where to be found. The next day, I'm travelling up to see my cousin an hour away and it's still dark when I leave so the light isn't good but I have another quick search and tell myself not to worry, it has got to be there, I just can't see it.
I return home the following night, in the dark, and with poor light once more. Still, before bed, I scour the dining room with torch in one hand and carpet to face for the duration. I even bounce a similar ring from the spot I dropped the original to analyse how and if it bounced and where it would have eventually landed. Mum's engagement ring to the love of her life, was no where to be found and even though, logically, I couldn't have lost it, I might as well have done. My heart was heavy.
That night, I headed for bed, not defeated, (it had to be there somewhere,) but a little sad. It just wasn't anywhere to be found. As I closed my bedroom door, I said; "Please God, help me to find it." I was looking down as I opened my eyes and there, next to my foot, was the ring.
I heard the ring drop onto the carpet. I pick my feet up when I walk, I don't shuffle from one room to another so it can't have been kicked along. How did the ring travel fifty feet from where it was dropped?
Do I think that someone found the ring and placed it where I could see it? I do. I know this sounds ridiculous but there are some things you just can't explain, even if you try really hard. I've tried and I can't explain it.
I spent 40 minutes on my hands and knees with my face placed for the most part on the carpet. It's no where to be found. The next day, I'm travelling up to see my cousin an hour away and it's still dark when I leave so the light isn't good but I have another quick search and tell myself not to worry, it has got to be there, I just can't see it.
I return home the following night, in the dark, and with poor light once more. Still, before bed, I scour the dining room with torch in one hand and carpet to face for the duration. I even bounce a similar ring from the spot I dropped the original to analyse how and if it bounced and where it would have eventually landed. Mum's engagement ring to the love of her life, was no where to be found and even though, logically, I couldn't have lost it, I might as well have done. My heart was heavy.
That night, I headed for bed, not defeated, (it had to be there somewhere,) but a little sad. It just wasn't anywhere to be found. As I closed my bedroom door, I said; "Please God, help me to find it." I was looking down as I opened my eyes and there, next to my foot, was the ring.
I heard the ring drop onto the carpet. I pick my feet up when I walk, I don't shuffle from one room to another so it can't have been kicked along. How did the ring travel fifty feet from where it was dropped?
Do I think that someone found the ring and placed it where I could see it? I do. I know this sounds ridiculous but there are some things you just can't explain, even if you try really hard. I've tried and I can't explain it.
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