Blah-bitty, blah blah and yoga in the mornings

nobody@vox.com(cageyness) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 15:36:49 -0700

A day of working from home is almost over. I quieted my hunger (a little) with a yummy bowl of oatmeal. The weather is springy today and should be summery tomorrow--breezy, warm, and perfect for going out on the town. I should be very cheery, but I'm feeling a bit blue...or maybe just tired...but the feeling drove me to sit down and scribble a bit of a journal out and so here I am.

I had planned to try to finish this other project for my consulting gig in the next few hours so I could try to get into Austin by about 9, but right now I'd rather put my pjs on and just relax for a bit before starting to work again, only that will put me behind on finishing the project. What to do, what to do...

PJs are totally winning out. I'd have to be home early anyway. Plus, I did want to try running again tonight, but...ugh, I'm so tired. Of course, tomorrow I'm taking a half day from work to watch a co-worker's band and then intend to stay downtown anyway, and there's no way in hell I'm going to work a run in then, so I suppose it all works out. PJs now, work, run tonight, sleep.

I would also like to get a pizza from Papa Murphy's and eat the entire thing tonight, but I think that is a bad idea from a nutritional perspective. In this lead up to the Cap 10k, and other events I still haven't decided on, I'm trying especially hard to eat really well. I wouldn't call it a diet, but I am definitely wearing a nutritionist hat lately and eyeing everything through a pie chart of fats, carbs, and proteins. The other issue is that I am trying to stay hydrated, so I'm drinking water like it's my job and hitting the ladies room with corresponding frequency.

My apologies for the inane details. I actually do have topics of substance to write about, but I'm just not up to the task right now. Maybe I'll tackle those things on Monday in a sort of weekend-in-review post.

One new development I'm not too tired to mention...I have started doing yoga in the morning first thing when I wake up. It may sound a little strange, but I like to do it in my master bathroom (which I keep very clean and is of a decent size) where the window faces east and the light increases with the sunrise. I don't put my contacts in or wear my glasses, but instead just run through my routine in semi-blindess. This sensory deprivation seems to make it easier for me to focus and to relax at the same time. It's very curious, but it works wonders for me. So far this week, the thought that I can do some yoga if I can get up in time is what has actually moved me out of my bed on time. Yes, I'm actually getting comfortable with yoga and not feeling like I want to cry when I do it. Of course, my morning routine is very simple and the poses are very modified, but I am looking forward to learning more as soon as I can. Thank you again to electric firefly and shush now for their encouragement a while back.

Ok, well that's all for now. SXSW will have to wait for tomorrow. And since I don't want to cook, I think Papa Murphy's is going to get some of my money in just a little while. I'm not actually going to eat the whole thing tonight though--if I did, I'd miss out on my other favorite way to start the day...cold pizza right out of the 'fridge!

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Random-izings, or a word like that

nobody@vox.com(cageyness) — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 09:40:28 -0800

I love being an adult. This morning I woke up, did a ten minute yoga program (babysteps, people), poured a cup of coffee from my new coffee maker, started working from home in the sunlight of my kitchen and then...I had a slice of yellow cake with chocolate frosting for breakfast. Lacking nutrition? Yes. Fuckin' delicious? Word.

About the coffee maker...my 12-cup Gevalia coffee maker, with auto-brew timer, arrived a few days ago, along with two packages of premium coffee, all for the low membership first time delivery fee of $10! Of course, they were hoping I'd forget to cancel the membership or be so enamored with their coffee that I'd feel an auto-ship program was worth said membership. But they were wrong! I canceled that membership the day after it came. I have outsmarted the free gift system! (And while I AM on a tight budget, a $10 coffee maker plus coffee, that included shipping too (!), was too good a deal to pass up. Plus, the last time my dad was in town, I felt like a terrible hostess...Him: "So, mija, you don't have a coffee maker, do you?" Me: "No, why? Oh..." Duh. Dad always starts his day with coffee. He drove to Starbucks the next morning for his fix! Pop was especially pleased to hear that when he and mom come up next weekend, I have both coffee and coffee maker waiting.)

About the yoga...I suck at it. Yes, I know that it's not a competition, blah, blah, blah, but I really am dismal at it and the concentration it takes for me to attempt the positions seems to sap the attention I would normally put towards keeping my emotional shit together. In other words, I cry when I do yoga. Bizarre, no? Anyway, hours a day at the computer for, oh, my entire life have led to problematically tight shoulders, neck, lower back, and hamstrings--which means that yoga is one of the best things I could add to my fitness regime--and so I am actually trying to learn at home now. I'm having to modify the hell out of positions to accomplish them, but I do feel better now than the first time I tried this particular flow at home.

Funny story for the day: My friends' oldest girl, a three-and-a-half year old with a curly brown mop of hair and a fun, somewhat type-A personality that I would definitely call precocious, has had an enduring relationship with her chupón from babyhood. [FYI: A chupón (pronounced like choop-on) is a pacifier.] They've tried repeatedly to wean her from it, but now she's self-aware enough to argue reasons why she should be allowed to keep it, use it, etc. She particularly demands it at night before bed, and a lost chupón can be cause for a meltdown. Well, I got an IM today from her pop asking me to run over to the house and take something out of their mailbox--her chupón! It was in an envelope addressed to Santa Claus! I guessed that they had finally convinced her to give it up, and here's the IM conversation that followed.

Me [9:46 A.M.]: so you're sending it to santa claus, huh?
The dad [9:47 A.M.]: that's what she said this morning....that she was going to send it to santa claus
Me [9:48 A.M.]: too cool.
The dad [9:48 A.M.]: it was actually quite sad this morning....she was so excited and when we put it in the mailbox and walked off, she said, "i'll miss you chupón"

Pobresita! I can just see her toddling away and waving good-bye.

Bittersweet story for the day: When my VoIP phone was installed in the fall, the only working phone I could find in our collection of old technology was a cordless one with a kinda' crappy connection. The other one, another cordless with an answering machine, that I thought also worked was missing its electrical adaptor. Well, I found the adaptor in the garage the other day, and so I hooked it up. To my surprise, it was still holding 6 messages from the last time it was plugged in--over 5 years ago! Stupidly, I hit play. The first message is an accidentally recorded conversation between my husband and me...it was about one in the morning, he was out of town, and he was calling before he went to bed, just as we always did when we were apart. The conversation is funny and sleepy, terribly sweet, and the first, last, and most frequently uttered words are "I love you, Bird," each of us saying it to the other. We'd been married less than a year. I cried my eyes out on the office floor, phone at my feet, and wondered again, for a moment, how he could have left that behind. But c'est la vie...there's an end in sight, I hope. Still, I haven't been able to bring myself to erase the message. I haven't listened to it again, but I haven't let it go either. I think that's quite the metaphor for where I "am" right now.

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