Day 23, 24 & 25

Although I have still been achieving my 365 goal of doing one good thing for myself per day, I haven't felt as motivated to write about it. I'm hoping I can get back into it and be my hilarious witty self.

So Thursday was Day 23, I took my sister's dog Ru who I'm watching all weekend for a nice long walk. I also drew eyebrows on her to get a little laugh and a lot of pictures, but I don't think that counts as part of my project.. The healthy part was the nice long walk which was really enjoyable now that mornings and evenings are nice and cool.

Here's a bonus eyebrow picture of the cutie.

Obviously she didn't enjoy the eyebrows as much as I did..

Friday was Day 24, and the day of my big work event. It ran so smoothly, surprisingly, and I didn't have any hiccups. I was really impressed with my staff for coming through for me, and being organized ahead of time really made the night a success. I was not as stressed out as I thought I would be, and actually had fun. So afterwards, I had a nice glass of wine and dinner with my dad, which was a really good way to end the night after a busy day.

For Day 25 I went to yoga after work, as much as I would have rather taken a nap and cuddled with Ru and despite the fact that I was running late getting there (which I get major anxiety about). So I went, and as usual I did not regret it. There were only three other people in the class, the smallest class I've been in, and it really gave me a chance to focus on myself, and make adjustments to the poses because I could clearly see myself in the mirror without distractions. I wish all of my yoga classes could be like that, because I didn't compare myself to anyone else since I could only see myself in the mirror and no one else. I don't like watching myself in the mirror because I focus too much on the issues I have with my body instead of how I'm doing in the pose, so this forced me to face that, and it wasn't so bad. It really helped to not have those skinny show offs in front of me as well. It made me feel that I am where I'm supposed to be and it is okay.

And I spent the night with Emily drinking vodka martinis and watching House of Versace. It was a good day.

Cheers!

Day 10

For Day 10, even though it was the only morning I would get to sleep in this week, I got up and went to yoga. And I'm very glad I did. In the beginning of class, I set an intention for that specific session. Anything from "I want to hold at least one of the one-minute poses without falling over" to "I just don't want to pass out this class". Today my intention was to feel really good during class. And that's exactly what I did. I let go of whatever was bothering me during the class and just focused on my body. I fell out of the poses but got right back into them. I worked to improve poses I struggle with. And I had an excellent few minute semi-meditation at the end (still working to turn off my thoughts, it's a personal struggle).

During the final Shavasana the instructor said something that rang so true to me:

"When you take time for yourself, that's when the healing begins."

That statement just reiterates everything I'm hoping to gain from this project. I want to work on myself, on my self esteem, on my mind body and soul (as corny as that sounds), on my relationship with myself, on accepting myself just for who I am, and accepting others the way they are, so that I can bring all of those wonderful attributes to my relationships and understanding of other people.

Now, back to the mayhem at work tonight.

Cheers!

Day 1

I went to the Gyno yesterday for the ever pleasant "check up." I really hate any appointment that requires me to get naked and wear that giant paper towel with arm holes for any period of time. Not because I hate getting naked for strangers, which yes, I actually do hate, but because of the sheer inconvenience of it. And there is something strange about wearing a pair of fabulous earrings while the rest of you is covered in that paper towel.

What's worse than wearing a big folded napkin and sitting on what looks like a doggy pee pad? I would say it was the obligatory weigh-in at the beginning of the appointment where once you see your weight, you want to yell "Wait! These flip flops and jeans are definitely adding those extra ten pounds, I swear!" Yesterday's weigh-in marks the heaviest I have every been in my twenty-some-years of life.

As hard as it was to leave the Sex and the City series finale that was playing again on tv (Yes I know it aired almost ten years ago, and yes I have seen this particular episode at least five times), but for Day 1 of this 365 challenge, I started by going to a Hot Yoga class. I have never been someone who enjoys exercising, and seriously a "Runner's High" is a huge myth some skinny bitch made up to make it seem like she was enjoying killing herself over a couple of pounds. But Hot Yoga is the only form of working out that I have kept up with for a period of time. I mean, you get to lay down during the class, that's really the most we can ask for during a workout for those of us who hate working out. A few months ago I was attending yoga classes a few times of week and really enjoying it, but life happens and I haven't been keeping up.

So today, I went, and wanted to kill everyone in the room because I was so miserably hot and couldn't stand on one leg for a whole minute while twisting my torso in unnatural ways and some guy was breathing too loud. But alas, I felt great after going as I usually do. When I'm in the yoga studio, I don't think about the stresses I have outside the room, and just focus on myself. It's freeing, and refreshing, and I feel better mentally and physically after spending an hour in that hot room. It was a great way to start this challenge.

So I was feeling good, enjoyed my afternoon catching up on laundry and some stuff around the apartment. Come to realize, I have a yeast infection brought on by the antibiotics I've been put on to help clear up my face.. Sorry if that is TMI, but if this kind of talk offends you, you were not raised in a household like mine, and this wont be the blog for you. This is the first time I have ever experienced this horrid thing, and it's just another reason I love being a woman.. Not. I now know the truth about yeast infections - They are the adult female version of the Chicken Pocks. Vaginas are very scary places, and this was confirmed tonight with this lovely new experience. And damn it, I was just at the Gyno yesterday! I may be twenty-something, but I still asked my mom to go to the store with me to buy Monostat and cranberry juice because I didn't want to brave it alone. I'm not a grown up, I'll be the first to tell you that.

However crappy this evening's situation is, it solidifies why this 365 challenge is important to me. Between the crap we deal with on a daily basis, it is so important to find time to devote to bettering ourselves in some small way, so that when this shit happens to us, we can accept it and laugh about it instead of let it bother us more than it should.

Cheers!