Day 81

Just checking in; it's been a busy day, and a busy evening trying to maintain not only the workouts, but a semblance of a social life, as well.

Still going strong--the alternating kicks and swings are a welcome break, but definitely no joke, especially by the time I get to the coordination exercises.

I feel like the changes that have happened over the last (almost) 90 days have been very subtle. I'm sure when I started out that I wouldn't be balancing myself while riding the Metro. I KNOW there's no way I would have been able to knock out as many pull-ups and dips as I currently do at the start of this thing, nor do 80 V-sits in one session.

Saturday I ran 6 miles in the recently arrived, 80-degree summer-like weather; the first time I've run that far in at least 3 weeks. And it wasn't too difficult, though it did make for some tired legs and heavier kicks over the following day or two.

Sleep has been a rarer commodity the past couple days, and because of it, I can feel my body & mind fighting the workouts. But I know it's just lack of sleep--I'm aware of it, and I've been able to step away, call it what it is, take care of the workout, and move on. Before, I'd just caffeinate myself and, in my sleep-deprived state, get agitated (or let myself think I was agitated) at some situation at work. But now I try not to let that mood grab the steering wheel of my thoughts and pull me off the psychic highway.

Time to exit off at the rest stop & hit it hard again tomorrow. Hope everyone is staying strong as we head towards Day 82...

Day 76

Long time, no post.

My eye issues are much better, and I've managed to get back on a more regular schedule with the work-outs. The diet continues strong--I've gotten into a pretty good rhythm of cooking 2-3 times per week and storing everything I need for a few days (or more) well ahead of time. I haven't even touched the punch card for my local salad joint, which still offers plenty of Gong-Fu-y choices, in almost one month. Here's a recent meal, with baked tilapia, salad, and farmers market bread:

For the most recent mindful food experience, I revisted the earlier one--a nice, big fat cup--OK, a bowl, really--of sugary, syrupy nutty coffee over-load:

And it's sweet, doughy side-kick, the low-fat, high-carb bran "muffin" (which is, in its essence, just a cake):

The muffin seemed thicker and doughier than the last experience. I was eating it later in the day, so it may have lost some of its moisture throughout the afternoon (or it could also have been a hold-over from the previous day). Perhaps for that reason, it actually seemed sweeter. My teeth actually stung a little from the sugar onslaught. Likewise, the macadamia nut mocha seemed consistently sweet over the course of my drinking it. Again, about half way through the gargantuan porcelein bucket-o-java, I felt a satiation switch in my head flip to the 'on' position. After this, I had trouble keeping my focus on the flavors, which felt less delightfully sweet, and more sickeningly so. Drinking and tasting became a little less mindful, and a little more mechanical. (Side note--if you are aware of losing your state of mindfulness, are you really losing your state of mindfulness?)

The interesting thing about this experience was how I paid closer to the after-effects. I went to see a comedy show later in the evening, after doing dinner with a friend. I felt much more hyped-up early in the show--and defintiely laughed a lot more than I did later, after the unavoidable sugar-crash. And hanging out after the show, I certainly felt much less awake and alert. It's probably true that there were more solidly humorous moments early in the improv show, but I the blood-sugar crash definitely brought me down more than I would otherwise have experienced. In earlier times, I may have seen the crash as a 'problem' that needed a quick 'solution'--another hit of caffeine, another shot of sugar. Now I feel like it's OK just to go with the feeling, and act on it with skill by acknowledging the message, heading home, and getting sleep.

A couple months back, I watched the documentary that Deborah had recommended, about the relationship between humans, our primate cousins, stress, and social higherarchy. I've come to appreciate the role that stress has in pushing us towards unhealthy choices. The stress created by working on the lower-rungs of a job higherarchy, at the mercy of clients and supervisors and with little control over what you do and when and how you do it, drives us to seek out quick and easy dopamine hits via food, booze, cigarettes, even shopping for symbols of higher status--which are in turn produced by companies with similarly stress-inducing structures. Eventually we become sick enough to seek out real drugs, which a different set of organizations--legal and otherwise--is more than happy to provide. The temporary stress-solutions we consume therefore end up creating ever more problems for ever more quick-fix producers to 'solve.' Naturally, we can't escape the costs forever, and eventually we all end up paying--through higher taxes, insurance premiums, and hospital bills to support a far older and far sicker population than we otherwsie would have.

Granted, this is a bit pessimistic; there are always going to be real, unavoidable problems that benefit from healthy, creative and efficient means to address them (such as, ahem, innovative on-line fitness programs). But once we've addressed these, I think we should just sit back and ride the flow of the experience of that better life we've created, rather than monkey around with everyone else.

That's my soap-box speach for the week. Off to bed, and looking forward to another week...

Alive... ...and still kicking.

I need to hit the hay, so this will be a short one. The pink-eye turned out to be much worse--inflamation of the iris. And damn it hurt. Thank God for steroids. (Eye-drops--nothing performance-enhancing). But after several doctor's appointments, I definitely got knocked out of the routine. I missed several days of workouts--not in a row, but every other day. I incorporated some of the missed sets into a couple longer workouts--I especially didn't want to miss out on some of the stretches, and the back exercises. But after tonight's stretches, I'm back on track. Since the eye issue is such a new and interesting source of excruciating pain (sarcasm--heavy sarcasm), I've decided not to risk starting up raging parties in other regions of my body. I decided to quit Aikido, at least for the next few months. It wasn't bad, just waaaay too risky for my joints right now, especially with the couple die-hards in the classes and all of the newbies. As Patrick noted, Americans tend to waaay over-do the martial arts, and even Aikido Dojos can often become "injury city." I'm taking a break while I'm still injury free, and think about coming back to it when I'm a helluva lot more flexible, and my system has calmed down. Onward...

Day 58 and the Black Cygnet

I'm back in the saddle after hitting my first significant speed bump on the Kung-Fu highway. Last week, I noticed that my right contact started bothering me. So I took it out and wore glasses. But the eye just got worse, and by Thursday it had exploded into a gory expose of excruciatingly painful conjunctivitis. Even worse--it's the end of the quarter at work. Worse still--I encountered error after error when trying to run all of my end-of-quarter reports. Several errors were new--they were related to system changes. Others were more routine, but I should have spotted them. Still others were routine, but popped-up last minute. On top of the eye and the work gremlins, I had my first level 1-B Improv class the same evening. As a result, what I was hoping would be a nice, easy 8-hour day, followed by some spontaneous fun and exploration turned into a 13-hour work-a-thon with a 3-hour break for class, topped off with a nearly sleepless night popping pain pills and icing my eyeball to dampen the relentless sensation of someone jabbing a needle into my cornea. I stuck to the diet, but there were no workouts Thursday and Friday. And yes, I did head into work Friday to finish up my reports. But I did leave early, to head home and crash. The eye is a little better, but still looks like something out of Fangora magazine, and is still, I assume, contagious. I'm taking off tomorrow from work, at the very least; I don't want to pose any further risk to my team members. And I'm going to need most of the day to wash, clean, and disinfect everything I've had contact with in the apartment, in addition to the usual work-out routine, and some extra stretching. Ugh. At the very least, this will help me appreciate, once again, the fortune that is maintaining good health. I managed to get in part of Thursday's work-out on Saturday, roping for 18 minutes, then doing 5 sets of pull-ups, followed by the hang-out. The regularly scheduled workout followed later in the afternoon. Just finished up today's workout (my sleep-scheduled has also been thrown waaaay out of orbit). Off to bed--and, hopefully, a start to recovery and a return to a steadier--and more skillful--path.