Wednesday, March 4, 2015

About my shoulder

So if you looked closely at my March resolutions, you may have deduced that my shoulder…saga…is still ongoing (since I resolved to get back to doing my prescribed physical therapy). My shoulder really doesn’t bother me in the normal course of life anymore, but 1) I still can’t swim butterfly, 2) I notice some areas of weakness in various yoga positions, and 3) it hurts to sleep on my stomach or side with my arm raised above shoulder height.

All of these were definitely made a bit worse by focusing so much last month on push-ups, a movement that happens to be the opposite of what I should be doing to fix this. (I knew that going in, but I couldn’t help it: I am obsessed with being able to do push-ups.)

Anyway, I’m planning to be really diligent and see if I can’t finally get this behind me—maybe while retaining some of my push-up strength if possible. It’s frustrating that this is taking so long to heal, but then I think back to when I couldn’t even raise my right arm over my head without pain, and I am grateful that I can at least swim (mostly) and do yoga again.

P.S. I threw neck exercises into the resolution, too, not because my neck is bothering me, but because Dan the Physical Therapist told me that’s the one body part that everyone should be stretching every day. Free advice.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The most important thing you will ever read on this blog

I recently discovered a Facebook group called Billings Online Rummage, which is a giant online garage sale where people are selling everything from baby booties to SUVs. Yesterday I put my unused, expensive frying pan up for sale there, and within 45 minutes a young woman was at my door peeling off $20 bills and putting them in my hand.

I NEVER EVEN LEFT THE HOUSE. This might be the greatest thing in history. If you live in Billings, you should join the group immediately. If not, you should find your own city’s equivalent.

Super-psyched to start selling everything that isn’t nailed down.

Monday, March 2, 2015

One of life’s stupid little mysteries

As usual, the new month is starting off with GREAT (ha ha) promise. I’m treating my Affirmation—“If something about my life is bothering me, I take care of it right away”—like it’s the law of the land and have already dealt with six or seven small irritations. For example, for about two months now I have considered my stainless-steel bathroom cup too gross to actually drink out of. It took five minutes to scrub it clean with baking soda this afternoon.

(Why do I do things like this? Why? Why? Why?)

Dealing with the long-neglected scarf is satisfying, too. At first I wasn’t sure why I would have let the project lapse in the first place, since it was about two-thirds done and looked great. When I picked it up again yesterday, I remembered what the roadblock was: I was running short on navy blue yarn and was going to have to run to the store to try to match it. Instead I decided to just run upstairs to my GIANT drawer of abandoned hopes and dreams yarn and use the closest thing I had. It turned out that I have owned a nearly perfect match all along, which leads me again to the obvious question: Why do I do things like this? Why? Why? Why?


Designed with (and for) my color-blind son.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

GREAT resolutions for March


OK, on to March! I guess!
  • Goal: Finish knitting the scarf I started approximately two years ago.
  • Rule: Do 15 minutes of neck/shoulder rehab exercises every day.
  • Errand: Sell my expensive, unused Le Creuset skillet (+ last month’s Errand). 
  • Affirmation: “If something about my life is bothering me, I take care of it right away.”
  • Theme: Tracking.
I want to write more about a couple of these, but for now, let me just say that coming up with an Affirmation was much harder than I had imagined. I knew they were a bit corny (though the one above, chosen for what I initially perceived as corniness, is suddenly growing on me), but I was prepared for that. What I was not prepared for is how…revealing they are. In a way they say, “Hey, that sentence I just posted? Right now I basically do the opposite of that because I am a horrible/ridiculous person at heart.”

The one I finally came up with seems useful but innocuous, and it could work at multiple levels. It’s also a good way to sneak house-cleaning back onto the resolutions list, because if I succeed in taking that sentiment to heart, then I foresee a lot of hanged pictures and organized drawers and cleaned closets in my future.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Thoughts on February

Not only did I not keep all my February resolutions, but I also dropped the ball on planning for March. I’ll come up with something by tomorrow. (Actually, in the 13 seconds since I started thinking about my March resolutions, about six possible Rules have sprung to mind, so I’ll be just fine on that front.) Anyway…

Resolutions kept:
Give 44 things to charity
Walk 44 miles
Turn 44
Be able to do 10 push-ups
Try workouts from several different online programs (if three counts as “several”)

Resolutions not kept:
Clean for 15 minutes every day
Apply for a passport

I have a good excuse for the passport thing. M.H.’s passport needs to be renewed, so we decided to go do this together. But he doesn’t want to be photographed with the beard he’s got now, and he doesn’t want to shave his beard until his book is published; therefore we can’t go apply for passports until his book is published. This makes perfect sense to me.

I can’t really say why I didn’t keep the cleaning one. It wasn’t that onerous, and it was actually pretty satisfying to pick some random bit of house unpleasantness every day and make it go away. I did this most days of the month, but once work started picking up, I found it impossible to even get started. Getting started is always the trick, huh?

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Accomplishment

Silly me, thinking this month wouldn’t be too busy, when it turned out that every spare moment that wasn’t spent working or achieving some sort of resolution needed to be spent on M.H.’s book. On the other hand, the book is soooo good, and soooo close to being done, and it will be fun to get it out into the world. I’m also excited for M.H. to get started on a new book, because the creation stage is much more fun for him than the revising-and-revising-and-revising-and-revising-and-publishing stage. (And writing the book blurb, LOL.)

Anyway, I’m really just checking in to brag that just now I did 10 push-ups! I wish they had been prettier and that it hadn’t taken every fiber of my being to finish them. But I’m pleased to have knocked another item off my February resolutions list—especially since right now it looks like they might not all get knocked off.

Hmph. For March, I need to curb my goal-setting enthusiasm a bit, maybe.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Birthday shenanigans

My birthday was a long series of little delightful moments, like the kids randomly coming up to me and giving me hugs, trying a new restaurant for lunch and discovering that it’s wonderful, eating donuts and ice cream, and going to a middle school band concert that featured my kid being particularly awesome.

Instead of presents, all I wanted was to do a little shopping at an online used clothing store I discovered. I know it sounds like I just bought myself presents, but really, truly the shopping was the present. Anything that arrives in the mail in the next few days is just a birthday-extending bonus.

It was interesting to have everyone’s blessing to just spend a few days doing whatever I want and making all the choices. Mine were all about eating, collecting affection (yay, Facebook!), watching Gilmore Girls, and spending money. I also considered going to the gym or reading a book, but apparently my packed birthday schedule left no time for such secondary pleasures.