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In other news….

That picture is soooo not me, I don’t have a picture of me working out! Perhaps I should fix that!

Anyway, to start, my stress triggers recap: house hunt/purchase attempt(s), Equifax mumbo jumbo, mortgage application, frigid weather, sinus cold, my dad’s state of being, hormones, relationships/moving-on from pointless hopes, kids being kids…

Yeah: I think that’s most of the ones I’ve talked about of late.

Now add to that my brand new shiny computer had a glitch from a recent Microsoft update, and the resulting frustrations over not being able to work on my dome designs. I had really hoped to have a significant amount of that completed to show here by now, but alas it will have to wait until the glitch is resolved. I won’t have Sunday time to do that until after Thanksgiving, but I very much look forward to the results when I eventually do get to it.

I am slowly chipping away at the process to become a continuing education course provider. Currently I’m on the portfolio/curriculum vitae. It doesn’t seem on the surface that it would be a big deal, but organizing 15 years of applicable skills into the format they are seeking is a bit tedious. So that is not completely done yet either, and I haven’t even started writing my courses. I projected 6 months when I decided to commit, and like all cases, my estimate may or may not be entirely accurate, but I will eventually complete it. One step at a time, as my schedule allows.

Finally, because of all these stress triggers, I’m feeling the need to burn it off – quite literally!

Except when I’m smack dab in the middle of a stress-trip with a spice cake right in front of me, I have little to no appetite. I’m still eating, but finding it easier and easier to stick to healthy items in very small portions. That’s a great thing! Especially since I’m officially eating vegan now; no grains, no meat, no dairy, no soy, no nightshade vegetables; except that darned piece of cake!

Then, I have a strong desire to move nearly constantly. In between clients I am finding myself pacing quite a bit. I’ve also been taking every opportunity to go exercise. Being it’s been so much colder, nearly all of my workouts have moved inside. I’ve been alternating between the Planet Fitness across the street from work and the YMCA near home.

I have been lifting 2 to 3 times a week, except this week because my cold caused a missed day. I do use the dummy-proof machines since I’m not working with a trainer or spotter.

As for cardio, I am still getting at least 40 min of speed walking via treadmill 4 to 5 days a week, I aim for an hour when possible. I fluctuate between 3.8 and 4.2 mph on the treadmill because I so enjoy matching the beat of the music I’m listening to. This last week though, I’ve been working with incline more, to push the cardio aspect a bit. It’s that or run, and I really don’t enjoy running…. ┬┐Yet!? …. Will I ever?

Anyway, I just wanted to share my progress with my readers to show you really can do anything you want. For me, that just means a little of everything.

My current lifts are all weights based on 3 to 5 sets of 10 reps at a time. I do 2 sessions, with the second hitting 5 sets, before I raise the weight by 5 pounds again. Last week I had a day I pushed a little too far or too fast and I really felt it for a couple days afterwards.

  • Leg press 205
  • Leg extension 85
  • Seated leg curl 90
  • Inner thigh (Adductor) 110
  • Outer thigh (Abductor) 110
  • -Glute extension 70 (I haven’t actually done this one recently so it may not be completely accurate.)
  • Back extension 140
  • Abdominal (curl- arms up) 85
  • Abdominal (curl- arms front) 80
  • Rotary torso 80
  • Lateral raise 55
  • Shoulder press (I just learned this is also called military press, and it was one I had backslide on poorly, I’m part way back up.) 30
  • Tricep extension 55
  • Tricep press 65
  • Biceps curl 30
  • Lat pull down 70
  • Seated row 65

I haven’t been good about logging my times weightlifting in the health tracker- mainly because I log the pounds and sets in a different app and forget to duplicate it, but here’s my average steps and calories views.

I’m not seeing the results myself yet, but several people have said I’m looking better these days. In my pregnancies, that stage was 2 to 3 weeks before I actually noticed changes myself. Besides the scales have not budged, they still stay between 220 and 225. Merh.

I welcome all of you to share your progress in the comments as well. I’d really love to know if there’s anyone out there that I’ve inspired in any way, or encouraged to persevere through their own struggles. And there’s always room for commiseration in fitness journeys!

May you all have easy stress free times. May you have great work-outs with plenty of support. May you find you only desire the calories your body needs. And finally, may you see results of your own hard work.

Siva Hir Su

Angry at whom?

While at the wedding, I sent an angry message, which I can’t forget. To be honest it was drunk texting.

I’m torn between letting it drop knowing I won’t get a response anyway, and simply apologizing.

Essentially, I am angry over lies and ghosting and getting hurt- at least on the surface.

In my message which I’ve now reread a dozen times hoping I would see a response, I saw my errors. I saw my assumptions. I saw where my mind has filled in blanks grasping at thin air for understanding.

In reality, I’m mad at myself.

I’m angry because:

  • I let myself be attached.
  • I let myself get hurt.
  • I can’t let go and move on, despite desperately trying to do so.
  • I perceive that the other-side/God keeps reminding me of all of it.
  • I don’t understand why the other-side/divine keeps reminding me, since that’s never happened before; or why I can’t let go and move on, knowing I’ve been able to with others.
  • I put hopes for myself in another.
  • I did make assumptions and fill in blanks that were not mine to fill in. I let feelings and sensations stir my imagination.
  • I made an assumption that because I felt a person’s energy in a certain way, that they must have been special or different. That the intensity and way in which I experienced things must have somehow dictated more importance for me because of the way I feel others on a regular basis.
  • I allowed a connection to interfere with my worldview.
  • I loved an idea so much that I’ve held myself apart from it by focusing on it’s absence.
  • I’m disappointed in myself for being hung up, stuck in a mental loop, unable to let go enough to fully restart.
  • That I’ve allowed this experience to shadow my current reality and I’ve begun to distrust everything that even slightly seems similar.
  • I question my now, myself, and my experiences, because that one instance fell flat.

Now, as I’ve told Nathan many times, once I acknowledge the problem, I can do something, anything to fix it. I make an attempt for improvement. I make an attempt to rewire my brain or reach for better.

So in this instance reaching for better would be:

  • I want to detach- let go and move on.
  • I want to see my growth and healing.
  • I want to see how this experience helped me to be a better person.
  • I want reminders in my experience to cease.
  • I want understanding and clarity.
  • I want the truth, an answer, an explanation.
  • I want to know why I felt everything that I did, and why I felt them the way I did.
  • I want to know what my dreams were and what they meant. I keep cycling back to my dreams: when they are that vivid, they always have an element of truth that will eventually be clear. I’m ready for that clarity.
  • I want to see my hopes fulfilled. I want to see and feel evidence of my desires in me and around me. I want to feel God’s support.
  • I want the blanks filled in, the truth as it pertains to me. Why is the divine continually reminding me of them?
  • I want to allow things in. I want to accept the process.
  • I want to restart.
  • I want to know for certain that I’m discerning something unique in my life.
  • I want to eliminate doubts.
  • I want certainty.
  • I want to be confident in myself.
  • I want to delight myself.
  • I want to regain a solid world view and find confidence and trust in moving forward into new situations.
  • I want to trust myself again, and have knowing that I am feeling things accurately. I want to have more evidence that I’m accurate in discerning other’s energy and how it relates to me (bodywork vs significant resource vs significant other).
  • I want to feel protected and that it is safe to love.
  • I want to dispel fears and find confidence in attracting someone to love again, in addition to my Nathan.
  • I want that someone to choose me… as in they could do anything they want, have other options available, but choose me because they connect with me on an intense level…. and they are open and honest about it even if that seems daunting, a challenge. (That doesn’t mean they have to give up other options, just that they choose me, also, as well, in addition to, or because they didn’t connect as well with the other options.)

That’s a good start. From here now I look for evidence of the answer, and keep an open mind and watch for synchronicity. My solution will come eventually.

May you all have refocusing moments. May you all have redefining clarity. May you all find your way to improvement. And finally, may you find your solutions and path forward.

Siva Hir Su

It did.

My day did get better. I still strongly dislike taxes and government agencies, but I’m not sure anyone in this country loves them right now. That might be a clue/hint if politicians cared.

Anyway, since I did manage to pull up and refocus, I thought I’d list some things that I have gained clarity on.

I’ve realized that like the Elvis Quote about values, everything I do is affected, down to how I clean while thinking of family. I explained to Nathan that if I care about the people involved in the results of my actions, I always double, and frequently triple check my work. I do so because I want people to know I care about them. So if it’s my family bathroom, I literally try to step back and look around to see if there’s anything that another person might see as incomplete (like a teenager saying eeew gross that’s still dirty). Yet, the process carries into everything I do, down to all of the elements in my work day. I know I’m not perfect, but I do my best because I care about giving others my best. It is my way of expressing that I care for another person and how they perceive or feel about things.

With that being said, I often find myself being judgemental of others assuming they function the same way. I asked Nathan if I have too high of expectations of others. He replied sometimes. Ouch.

However, it also means that when I feel like it has been a one sided equation and that maybe I care more than the other, I quickly lose my desire to be quite so diligent.

That has created a conundrum of late at work. The residents see and acknowledge that I care, so I wish to keep up what I’ve done, to keep the honor pendulum swinging with them. The management however seems to only care in so much to offer platitudes to see how much they can continue to pile on. I pushed back a bit with insisting that I get half days on Saturdays, and suddenly it was back peddling to try and get me to keep doing what I’ve been doing. I didn’t fall for it, and asked Nathan what he thinks my response should be if they try and renig. Needless to say, to the conversation only gave me more confidence. If they cared beyond what losing me equated for them, then they wouldn’t be so quick to take back hours I’ve earned with all my off the clock working. Maybe they should consider what I’ve done for them as a whole and what true caring looks like. Ha, that’ll be the day.

Anyway, the shorter version is I enjoy knowing that others see my hard work as a manifestation of my level of caring. I enjoy even more when it is reciprocated. I would love to work less and show my caring more in other ways, but beyond financial avenues I’m not sure how that would manifest.

After a decade of hopeless dreaming of grandeur, and my mental tally chart of the results. I’ve switched to more realistic approximations of my ideal. I’ve been contemplating a small dome home on an urban city lot. Something I think is much more attainable and I could actually commence action steps towards getting that within the next year or two. Mortgage, lot purchase, monolithic planning, and final construction. I happen to know that there are domes that have been constructed for less than $10,000, but they are tiny homes. I’d willingly do a $50,000 mortgage to have a normal sized low cost home. The dome version of our rental for instance. That is pretty far from my dreams of Atira, but much more believable and easier to solve. Perhaps that is my personal path of least resistance.

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I want to know that others care as much as I do.

I want to feel the love flow more consistently.

I enjoy seeing my strengths and knowing I’ve greatly improved my weaknesses.

I like warm weather.

I love sunshine.

I prefer eating healthy because I feel better when I do.

I prefer real workouts that have warm-ups and cool-downs and enough cardiovascular movement to burn fat and calories and produce the anti-inflammatory benefits. Those workouts are so much kinder on my body than 20 minutes of moving in a chair!

I enjoy knowing I’ve done something meaningful for another.

There’s so much more, but my brain is melty and I’m tired. Time for bed. Tomorrow is another day.

I can only fix me.

This morning started with oversleeping from exhaustion. My infant is still not sleeping solidly through the night, we’re moving, and I’m going on 45 days without any downtime, knowing my next ‘day off’ will encure more heavy lifting.

I made it to work with 5 minutes to spare- only because we grabbed a breakfast bowl from QT, sans the cheese. I get to work and I’m confronted with chatty-Cathy that has spouted a whole mess of broad biased and bigoted generalizations like you’d hear on Fox news, and YouTube followed that with a notification to listen to Cranberries’ “Linger” with Spanish translations.

After the chatty-Cathy I ruminated on writing a long apology to the world. Apology for such an insignificant readership to actually matter, apology that my voice isn’t bigger/louder, apology for the attitudes of middle-class mostly-white over-55 Americans, apology that I’m not able to rise myself up higher/faster to make it known we’re not all like that.

I thought about telling the world to just ignore and walk away from America. That we’ve lost sight of real morals and values (not to be confused with cheap propaganda morals/values) and helping human kind. That America is full of racist bigots that will cast blame on anything and everything someone with any shade of color does, from stealing from our welfare system to opening business here on the American dollar and not paying taxes, both of which chatty-Cathy said within 5 minutes of me walking in.

But then if the world does walk away from America, what’s to come of the few of us genuinely striving for better. What if those few of us eventually need to flee America, where would we go if the world turns it’s back on us.

I realized that I was ruminating from scared, tired, lost and feeling alone. I listened to “Linger” knowing the song well already.

I realized I am a fool, things do go wrong, shit does stink, and sometimes this world sucks badly. I can’t apologize for everything that goes wrong when I’m not in control of those things. I’m also not a victim and refuse to be blamed for every thing that happens, especially when I’m not involved and not around to contribute, and especially when I know I’m already doing my best to help and be a good citizen.

Thus the only thing in my control is working on myself.

I can only vote using my conscious, ignore naysayers and those that insist on following status quo, focus on making my vote fall in alignment with my inner being’s knowing.

I can only focus on finding happy and my next step of improvement.

I can only battle the things that bug me long enough to find a solution. The solution is truly the answer, the battle only begets more battle.

I can only complain long enough to help refocus into a definition of what I need/want, because again complaining begets more complaining, and the solutions are really what I need.

I can’t let things bug me, or I’ll end up being eaten alive by concerns, fears, worries, and guilt.

I can’t keep existing trying to please others all the time. People are finicky and promise things they can’t fulfill. Swear they care, to turn and walk away. Say they like or love something until there’s a cloudy day or they’re simply not feeling like it today. Ask contradictory things of me to either challenge me or prove that I’ll fail, and either way it only accomplishes tearing me down and apart. Say they care to turn and blame me for everything that goes wrong for them. There are only so many apologies I can give before realizing that those apologies fall on deaf ears.

I’m done waisting my breath and heart. I’ve gotten much better at being much quieter, nodding and moving on, even with my own 4 year old. One day I’ll fix myself enough to attract people willing to work as hard as I do, willing to own their own crap as much as I do, willing to improve themselves as much as possible, and willing to work on finding improvement as much as I do, and willing to commit as much as I have.

For now, I must do better at one thing only: finding my happy and my next step of improvement.

The world will continue to be, for better or for worse, with richer and poorer, with birth and health and sickness and death.

All things are in this world and I must do my best to find the best I can, and leave the best mark I can. I must be there for the Divine/God, for good, for myself, for my husband and family. In that order even, as the first 2 really help to be there for myself and my family. That then becomes my legacy by default- was I there for my family enough that they saw my improvement and learned how to find their own improvement.

I wish that for everyone. If we can all accomplish that, eventually this world will seem a much better place. You’ll never eliminate the negatives, but the positives can weigh heavier in our experience, and enrich all of our lives. I wish that for all of you. Be well my dear readers. Find your happy today and most of all days.