So my kids have chickenpox. All three. At the same time. It's not really news around these parts as I know about 55 other children who have come down with it in the last month or so. I exposed them purposefully and am happy that we have it... it is good to get it over and done with. Can't say it's the funnest time I've had ever, but it's also not the worst either. This is probably the sickest my kids have ever been and they are being troopers for the most part (save for some excessive whining and clinging). Itchy, oozing spots, feverish heads and lots of movies and cuddles have defined most of this past week.
In other news, I have started running again!! I couldn't be more stoked about it. I used to think that I hated running, until several years ago when I was walking on the treadmill at the gym and just... felt compelled to run. So I did, and I loved it. I have had an on and off affair with running ever since. I say on and off because I'm not that great at being consistent about it... I run in the spring and summer months, into the fall until the snow flies... and then not again until the follow spring thaw. I'm not the biggest fan of treadmills, or any stationary exercise machines for that matter. I get bored quickly, even with a screen or music to distract me. I think I just need scenery that moves past me so I feel like I'm actually going *somewhere*, you know?
Anyways... I've taken up running again. And it's not spring yet (sadly, not anywhere NEAR there yet). Running on a treadmill, even! I've felt motivated lately to run and bike and just generally move my body, and hopefully shed some of the negative feelings I have about my body in the process. I've set a couple simple goals for myself... nothing fancy and nothing lofty because I know myself well enough to know that if I do that, I won't even try. I have a bad habit of getting frustrated easily because I'm not perfect at something the first time I try it, so I don't even try. Stupid eh? Alas, it's how I'm wired. I am feeling pretty determined to try to change that, and these are my first, wobbly, teetering steps.
1. No sugar. I have a terrible addiction to sugar and get into jags where I eat nothing BUT sugar. And then I turn into some hideous version of the girl from The Exorcist, complete with my head spinning around and green pea soup shooting out of my orifices. No pretty, to say the least. Sugar may taste good, but it makes me a psycho.
2. Run three times a week; Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. I am doing a Couch to 10K program (it's an app on my iPhone... yay iPhone!) and so far I like it. It feels attainable and reasonable for me right now.
3. Track my food. I know I eat better when I have to write down every single morsel I put into my face, so I'm back to writing it all down again.
That's it for now. I want to incorporate yoga regularly in there, but that's more difficult for me as my alone (read: sans offspring) time is minimal at best. I bought a pass for a yoga studio that just opened right down the hill from me and intend to put that to use once I make the running part of my regular routine. I need to remind myself that I have to start small and build up, because that is how I will achieve better results that are also long-term. I often get into funks where I think that I'm not doing enough because I'm not doing every single thing I've ever wanted to do in my life. Baby steps, Crystal. One foot in front of the other. That's how you get through runs, and that's how you get through life.
This weekend I get my standard 34 hour break from the short people and for the first time in 7 weeks I'm really looking forward to it. I'm planning on running, crafting, visiting with some people, cleaning my house and doing some laundry. Pretty mundane in the eyes of some, perhaps, but just right for this girl.
Now, off to run. One foot in front of the other... because that's how I'm going to make my way through this.
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