Day Twenty: Ticky Tacky

A few people, including our fearless leader Patrick, have alluded to the fact that a feeling of monotony may be about us in the coming weeks as the novelty and enthusiasm of PCP wears off. I can see that. I stay on track with my exercises, no problem; I can now easily do 100 jump ropes if I flick my wrist, hold the rope just right and keep a steady pace. But when I'm tired, PMSy, hungry, or when my kid is yapping in my ear, it's crossed my mind to cut my reps short or that whatever kink or ailment of the day is enough to postpone the workout, which in my world, there is rarely any time to do something later. There is no later. Reminds me of that saying: If not now, when? If not you, who? No one else is going to get me in peak condition. No better time than now.


Other discoveries:
- Tried Shelby's jam recipe. I used strawberries for one batch, and raspberries for the other. The raspberries were my favorite! What a surprise. Guess what I plan to pick up at the market next time ...
- Do not leave fruit peels or pits in your work garbage, lest you get fruit flies and annoy yourself and co-workers. Lesson learned.
- Over the years I've learned to eliminate any excuses I might invent to avoid or reduce my exercise. Invest in comfy clothes, socks and shoes (for me, it's the perfect fitting pants with buttery soft tees and tanks, often picked up from thrift stores). Trim nails, shave legs, wear deodorant, use the bathroom, brush teeth/chew gum (minty breath goes a long way when you huffing and puffing). Sleep is key; caffeine is only a substitute. Find the right tunes or tune out the world: which do you prefer?
(This blog was inspired by my latest viewing pleasure, Weeds, and its theme song Little Houses.