Saturday, July 6, 2019
Yesterday felt pretty good
Friday, May 17, 2019
Whittling down
I'm taking a hoop dance class, which is a lot more fun than I expected, even though you could ask what else that could be but fun. We all drop the hoop constantly and it rolls across the room and runs into people. What's even better is when it rolls away and you chase it and it turns in a big circle so you chase it right back to where you started. There's lots of swirling it around your hand, which is fine on the palm but the back of your hand takes a beating. I have bruises, but the teacher swears it gets better. Yesterday we practiced the rodeo move, which is where you're swirling it over your head like a lasso, then you bring it down over your body and start to waist hoop with it. I can do it about 25% of the time, and it amazed me when it worked- so much that I would forget to keep hooping.
I need to practice, but of course I can't do much in my apartment other than waist hoop, but then Gus comes wandering underneath, and I'm afraid to clobber him in the head, which I know about from lots of unpleasant experience. I'm going to have to go outside in the full view of people and drop my hoop and hit myself in the face a bunch of times. It's super fun, guys!
In answer to your question, I have no plans to hoop at Burning Man or festivals. I think it would be fun to do in inappropriate settings. Let me know if you have any suggestions.
In other news, poor Gus is going blind from cataracts that just got really bad really fast. My friend says that's really common in Chihuahuas, but come on Universe, like this little guy doesn't have enough problems. He's both brave and cautious, trotting on ahead but keeping an ear out for cues from me. He knows up and down and uses that information to negotiate curbs, but I'm pondering the likelihood of him learning right and left. I at least need a GAAAHH sound.
I ordered some wax melts on Amazon in a scent it took forever to find: rich potting soil. It smells good, but like that potting soil crayon, if anybody remembers that, or actual potting soil. They also sent me a sample, which is cool because that shop has a lot of really interesting scents, but unfortunately the sample is cherry tobacco, so I'll pass, thanks. I have a coworker friend who's always on my case about leaving weird offerings in the break room, so she'll love this.
I'm rarely there though, because I started teleworking! I love it and I feel way more productive, but I have to admit that I still have trouble making it to work on time.
The other big news is that I got the new pump and it will go on auto mode on Monday, which means I have to let go of the wheel. The trainer said it took him a month to let go, and to not be like him. It's already turning off the insulin if I go too low. Night Bus is very excited about this new pump and can't wait to look at the sensor graph every two hours.
Still no news on that front, sadly. I remain optimistic and stressed.
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
More tennis lessons
Tennis was great! I'm not moving real fast and I promptly crashed, but it was really nice to be out there again, and these are beautiful courts. I set up a regular time and just like that incorporated some planned exercise into my life. And you know how much I like my life lessons from tennis, so here you go:
Take small steps
Maintain the right amount of distance
Keep your eye on the ball
In other tennis as it relates to life news, I learned that I once again wrote a completely untrue story to explain a gap and punish myself even though Brene Brown told me not to. It makes me think of another situation I'm not going to tell you about where I was telling my therapist what happened and stopped, saying "Hey, you'll be shocked to hear that I figured out a way to blame myself for this."
On a further related note, talking to my boss today, I confessed to dropping the ball on something and she was just not having my self-flagellation. She knew it couldn't be as bad as I thought, and it turns out there were legitimate reasons why I didn't see it (yet another thing I'm not telling, but this time because it's irrelevant- see, I'm learning) and we ended up deciding that you have to let go of the ball in order to juggle. Yeah, see I was just juggling. That's a better story.




































