Baby Steps

Week one down. I have been fairly kind to myself. I got very sick on my way up to Pittsburgh for a memorial service for my favorite older generation in-law. That really influenced my choice of the one small thing to focus on this week. I decided since I was so ill I would focus on something which did not require physical exertion but on getting back to low carb eating.
I know in my head that carbs make me feel awful. They make my body hurt, they trigger immunity responses like worsening allergies, edema, joint pain and more. But for some reason, ok for many reasons, I still continue to eat them. Does it matter if it is because I think I do not deserve to be well? Or if I think that only well people have the self-control to stop themselves and eat them proves that I am not that? Or is it just that those are the foods that for many years gave me comfort when I had little other sources of comfort? Or honestly does it just not matter? I eat things that are bad for me and I don’t just do it occasionally, I do/did it all the time with increasing frequency over the past few years. And if I am going to even begin to feel better at all I needed to make this one of the first things that I tackled. Being ill made the decision for me.
I did not jump back into tracking and monitoring and all of the things which I super fail at and make me rush back into my poor eating habits and ALL THE COMFORT CARBS. I just made simple choices based on carb counts. Will I get there? I think so after I have mastered this small thing. But for now I will just continue to eat mindfully and with an eye to no sugar, no grains, no dairy (except cream), and very limited fruit.
I have continued to ruminate about how I am going to proceed for week two. I am not thinking bigger than that for now. I think it is a matter of small steps which in the end lead to big change. I am getting my medication schedule back under control which I think is super important. I am thinking next week I would like to try and add something physical, maybe some easy walking since my lungs are currently coming up in large-ish chunks. I would be resting comfortably in a sanatorium by the sea “recovering” from consumption if this was the Edwardian Era in England. And The Girl will want to be back to working out which will be motivating.
Additionally, my book club is making noises about meeting to discuss Michelle Obama’s Becoming so I will be adding some reading into my schedule.
Small steps of getting back to a place of just being OK is the goal. So Week One was just mindful eating. Week Two will just be continuing with that and maybe adding in some mindful bodywork.

It’s Always Ourselves We Find in the Sea

I have been writing this post in my head over and over for about a week now. Put the words down on the screen was a huge step and now posting them here is another huge step. But here it goes.

Mornings might be best for coffee and contemplation, but the dark and the stars and the sound of the ocean is altogether the right thing for self-reflection and a personal get right with yourself talk.

This site has laid dormant for years now mostly because I have too. I feel like I, and therefore the name of the site, are fraudulent. I am still WVRed but I have not been a reader nor a runner, not consistently, since my 2015 injury. The longer it has been the more I have avoided coming here.

At first, I blamed my injury but I recovered from that and after a few false starts, trying to jump back into where I had been  instead of where I actually was, I could have returned to running but I didn’t. More interesting and probably a sign I should have been paying a lot of attention to was the lack of reading that came along with the lack of running.

So sitting on the deck in the Spring cold watching the stars and listening to the waves (the beach and ocean are where I am meant to be I am convinced), I thought a lot about where I am and how I got back to the place I was in 2014 when everything was also awful and I was so very miserable with myself before I found that running made me better, stronger and put me in an emotionally better place.

It was then that the magnitude of all that has happened in the past 3 years came crashing in. I have seen major friendship changes. I have watched people dear to me go through some horrible life circumstances which were beyond my control to help fix. I started working, first part-time and then full-time. My family has radically altered. First, with my eldest graduating and leaving for college which came with some added challenges for her. And then this past year when my husband left to go stay mostly with his father who has been ill making me suddenly, for the most part, a single parent 80% of the time. The changing dynamic of parenting teens and young adults is exhausting in a totally different way. Toddlers leave you drained at the end of the day but the emotional work of young people is bone numbingly tiring. Do not get me wrong I would not trade it for the world. I have a teen who talks to me (and a young adult who does not but who I know has someone she does talk to) and I would not trade that. But it is exhausting.

Couple all of that with what I have come to see more and more clearly as SAD coupled with insomnia which really breaks me every Feb/March. This year I felt very much like I was in it alone. The time or two I tried to broach the subject with people close to me I felt dismissed. That triggered a bunch of walls and historically poor responses many of which are both physically and emotionally unhealthy.

Sitting there I realized that emotional eating (ALL THE CARBS), not sleeping, and generally taking care of everyone else but me was what got me to where I was in 2014 and it was exactly what got me back to almost the same spot in 2018. The other realization I had was in recognizing that it was not just that I was not running and not just that I was not reading. It was that I was trying to get back to being the person I was in 2015/2016. And she does not exist anymore. I can’t go back I have to start over. I get to keep the parts of the old me that I liked and build on that. I have to remember that the average time to build a house is 7 months and I am not building just any house I am building a cathedral. Those MFers took centuries.

I have archived everything here. I have come up with new logos that are grayed out and as things progress they will colorize. My first goal is figuring out what that progress will look like. I have decided I don’t care if I monetize, have followers, get free stuff, become an ambassador to any brand or ever move beyond posting stupid memes and progress reports. There is no schedule, no daily themes and no pressure.

This is 100% my building plan and I am laying the groundwork for a new me.