Ah yes, it feels so good to be back on the keyboard.
I've missed it and probably get some sort of high from writing. Ironically, I've never experienced the whole "runner's high",...and after mile 6 or 7, its no longer worth the effort or potential thigh chafing.
But give me a pen, paper, and some spell check, and I'm operating on a whole new level.
Currently, I've monopolized a couple of tables in Starbucks and am completely fascinated by this woman beside me. Believe me, I can appreciate the natural affection one feels for a steamy cup of Joe, but she is a first.
I've never witnessed someone order 8 ounces of coffee in a 16oz cup, topped with whipped cream, and then consumed with a fork. I can't stop watching.
She just groaned.
Suddenly I'm flashing to the scene in When Harry Met Sally, and basically one sound effect away from rushing to the counter and ordering the same thing.
New York is always entertaining.
Life...
Well, I flew back to North Carolina for Christmas with the Parker crew, and it was beyond wonderful to see everyone. Yes, in the 31 years God has allowed my ridiculous tail to be on this earth, I've never gone this long without seeing them. Sparkles was beside herself, but it very well could have been the Christmas spirit taking over that woman like a bad rash. Needless to say, mom and dad were in rare form with everything going on.
I had the pleasure of staying with my brother/sister-in-law and waking up on Christmas day with my nieces and nephew. Nothing compares to that. Witnessing the pure joy and sugar overload was enough for this soul. And you better believe that when they asked for more Reece's Pieces before breakfast I caved and thought WWJD? This is where I reason that He fed 5000, so I can feed 2 some chocolate and the world will not come to an end. I know, it makes no sense, but whatever sometimes you just roll with it. I rolled.
One beautiful thing about going home as a "guest" is that you're not expected to bring any food item to an event. They say "your company is enough", which usually means "I will defriend you if you show up empty-handed, you thoughtless human being." Its true.
BUT, when you're flying in from another state, traditional expectations are lifted a little. I brought nothing but love and sarcasm.
Thanks mom.
The trip flew by and before I knew it I was back in the city unpacking and cursing my ability to cram so much crap in one suitcase.
I've tried to make unpacking a game. Its not.
Its just one of those things you do, are reminded why you don't like it every time, and generally vow to take less stuff the next time,....which is another fail, lets be honest.
The day I pack less than 5 pairs of shoes, prepare for Armageddon.
All in all, so many highlights of my time with family. A few:
- Dad wears Santa t-shirt and therefore is taken seriously by no one. Blames mom.
- Payton associates Aunt Mena being home because "it smells like chicken"
- David's inability to stop throwing paper wads at me while unwrapping gifts results in a projectile navel orange to the throat...(I have yet to feel bad about this...he was warned...and I was armed)
- Salem remains calm despite the estrogen overload and serious case of breast milk gas
- Quality time with Jordan and Jan results in an amazing re-gift, Bella/Aunt Mena time, and me eating all the peanuts from their pantry. I pretty much hit the jackpot on that visit. ...I owe them a lot of nuts.
- Payton/Haven attempt to perform their own version of Frozen and spread white sand across the entire house.
-*Related: Kelly considers a post-holiday hysterectomy
- Also related: Certain people like to remind me my "clock is ticking". I'm sorry my uterus didn't realize its aging,...thank you for the reminder.
- Best part of the trip: the endless laughter and love that exists in my family. Truly blessed and can't wait to visit in the Spring :)
Fitness...
Well now that everyone's eyes are bleeding, I'll try to wrap this up quickly.
I am officially transferred to a new Equinox location. Yes, it was a fast transfer and stressful on many levels, however I am beyond grateful for faithful clients and mangers who are making it as smooth as possible. With a team of 60 trainers, its a bigger gym and certainly a different dynamic. But I firmly believe in our ability to adapt, thrive, and ultimately progress amidst what initially feels uncomfortable.
So here I am...and wouldn't trade the beautiful mess its been for anything.
I was thrilled to watch clients stay focused and on track during the holidays, but still enjoy the time of year. Speaking of, with the resolution crowd making their way to the treadmills and god forsaken stairmasters, there is the constant reminder of efforts to move forward and create positive change.
Ah yes, the pursuit.
The daily grind and push to make new habits, forgo old ones, and try not to lose our minds in the process. And yet despite our determination, nearly 95% of resolutions fail. Fact. We have literally gotten worse at achieving these annual goals....to the point that I find less and less people practicing the tradition.
This got me thinking. Scary, I know.
But in all seriousness, here we are making goals and even coming up with a step by step plan to get there (my OCD readers say amen), but there is a critical piece that I will explore in my next article:
Preparing to Fail.
Sounds so positive right?! Ha, but I believe in this 100%. *We often neglect to consider that when we strive to make permanent behavior changes we WILL have lapses. Period. And preparing to fail is simply a realistic understanding that lapses are inevitable, and its our response and resilience that determines our growth, strength, and therefore success.
Its a game plan for the inevitable. A beautiful and delicate balance of respecting the natural process, while fueling a greater belief that you can, will, and continue to conquer your greatest conquest,....yourself.
Stay tuned, more to come on that ;) .....
Well folks,...I've created a dent in this Starbucks seat. I already napped once. They are starting to suspect I am using them for their internet connection.
Guilty.
And if I thought I could be ninja-like and jump behind the counter long enough to put my head under the coffee dispenser, I would. But its 10 degrees outside and I still can't feel my toes...
Stay warm. Make today great. And go be awesome....
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