This week was a little crazy with a holiday falling in the middle of it, but it felt so good to get back to some of my normal routines with work and fitness. The scale is budging at a beautiful rate.
Coach changed some things up at the gym to start off the new year, and I’m feeling the lovely aching of my overworked muscles that lets me know I’m alive and doing something wonderful for my body. He’s so good for me.
My happiness factor is high, and I’m pleased with the results of my reflective time off. I feel somewhat organized, highly motivated, and unusually optimistic about the future, despite some pretty big issues looming on the horizon.
I’ve put in 16 miles on the road so far, and I expect I have another 1200-1300 ahead of me before all is said and done for 2013. I have some pretty aggressive goals this year.
I continue to practice contentedness when I become restless. It just sneaks up on me out of nowhere – this itchiness in my own skin. It’s an uncomfortable feeling – a worry – a longing for something outside of what I already have. I hate it. And the next minute – poof – it’s love, love, love and utter joyfulness. Thankfully, I feel the latter most of the time.
I continue to choose celibacy, even when I confuse wanting sex with wanting love. It’s tempting to believe a little hot sex would fix my itch. Of course, I know that’s just not true. I don’t think I can remain in the state of Love and hurt myself at the same time by having casual, meaningless sex. I have to keep reminding myself of that. A lot. So for now, a monthly trip for a professional massage is a tolerable substitute for my deep need to be touched by human hands, and it provides extra benefits as it soothes my beaten-up runner’s muscles and moves that lactic acid out.
One week down, 51 to go. I can’t wait to see what’s next.