The mental journey is still the most important aspect of exercising for me, this is the beginning of week 9.
One thing that really inspired me was watching the “World’s Toughest Race Eco Challenge,” the Fiji version with Bear Grylls.
I liked the whole thing, but I guess my husband was always watching for the Mexican team (since he is Mexican) there was one, they didn’t finish, they were not shown much. I was watching for Japan, I’m a US citizen, but I still wanted to see how Japan did.
They did um… horrible. I was looking for a clip online, but I didn’t find it. They got jungle rot, really bad jungle rot, to the point two members of the team couldn’t walk, not even to be air lifted out. It was very hard for the team member who had the radio to call in the air lift, even though there was no way to go on, and looking at the feet of the incapacitated members, they must have suffered greatly. When they were carried to their air lift, crawling on their arms… I felt a certain pride in the stubbornness, but also a certain embarrassment.
So much about that stubborness, but without rewarding results… lives in me.
Team Mexico probably saw they couldn’t do it, and had a nice vacation during the days Team Japan was suffering in agony only to prolong failure.
The New Zealand teams pretty much dominated, they were athletic, but I don’t think they were more so than many of the other teams, they were experienced, but so too were some of the other teams, what stood out to me, and I could be wrong, is they seemed to have the most fun.
So watching these people race for four days or so with no sleep, capsize at the start of the race and still finish first (after nearly dying at the end), one lady with a baby about my son’s age on the first place New Zeland team, not just participating, but nailing it, made my everyday life a bit easier.
Somehow those racers help push me through my mundane struggles now, I guess they live in my heart and keep me imaginary company as I get through dishes, cooking, cleaning, dishes, cooking, cleaning, laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning.
I notice that the race was a conflict between hesitation to push through the pain and discomfort and knowing when to “not be an idiot,” even the best teams rested, rest is not the enemy of activity, but a team member, it’s a delicate balance to rest enough to prevent injury and go enough to carry momentum, because momentum makes exercise quite easy.
No one would exercise if the 100th day was as hard as day 1, but just like at a new job, the first day is the most daunting.
I really hope to go on an Eco Race Challenge with my two kids someday, but I don’t know when, and I’m sure I’ll be old by then and I have no idea the price, yet having that goal gives me a reason to stay in shape. I didn’t have that goal when I started, I didn’t really have a reason to not exercise and I’ve found it to be a patience boosting activity for my impatient mind, but I didn’t have a goal until today, 9 weeks in.
WEEK 4 T25: Beta Mode, now that I’m not sick the exercise feels pretty easy and enjoyable, it won’t when it’s transition time I’m sure, starting each phase is a lot harder for me than continuing. So many good things have happened since I started exercising that it’s almost like a lucky penny, I’m not so concerned with exercise, yet I’m committed to finishing the entire 3 month series for the first time. Very excited that “maybe” someone I know will try out the B25 too, but that means I should go back and record the first month videos that I haven’t covered yet. It didn’t matter to me if people followed the videos vs were inspired to do something else to exercise by the videos, but it’s very rewarding to have someone I know ask me about B25. It feels like “a real thing” now. 🍌
- 1st Week: $107.95 I have so much money woo!
- 2nd Week: $104.78 Not as much, but I’m such a good investor still.
- 3rd Week: $93.31 Seems like I’m not really a good investor.
- 4th Week: $73.46 Rough market, but husband gaining and I’m loosing.
- 5th Week: $74.08 Recovered $0.62 between last week and this week.
The market has been so rough I got a reverse stock, something that is meant to go up when the rest of the market dips, kind of out of my depth here, yet it was only $6 (Daily S&P 500 Bear 3X).
So as of now I’ve only lost money in the stock market, but I would still describe the experience as positive, it somehow makes money seem more fun and approachable even though it hasn’t earned me anything at all thus far, there is a certain value to having a non “bill” experience with money.
My daughter wasn’t the “easiest” and I’m not the “hardworking-est” or “find creative solutions-est,” but eventually I was able to set limits and boundaries and doggedly enforce them enough to create a working peace within our household.
I wasted a lot of time wanting solutions that sounded wonderful, but did not work, to work.
I wasted a lot of time wanting to be someone different than I am, wanting to already have skills I didn’t have or already be done disciplining when I wasn’t done.
It took a long, long, long time to find a discipline solution that would work, a panic attack treatment that would work, and the final challenge an OCD reduction method that would work, but all those problems and many more were possible when both we and our daughter were “really” interested in doing the work to “really change” our daily life.
I’m still impatient, but yesterday I made it to 6 PM without becoming impatient, it’s pretty much a new record.
Our life is so much better now, what changed, there is a routine in place for the week so the kids know what to expect. It sounds so simple, but it’s so hard to do when you are getting a lot of push back from the kids to implement activities.
Sometime between 8 and 9 AM I serve breakfast (it takes 6 minutes to cook oatmeal and blueberries), there is a short language Youtube video “Fun Fun Elmo” (9 minutes), or Little Pim on Amazon Video, or Rock N Learn on either, possibly one episode of Super Wings (it’s about 10 minutes also). Super Wings is about a plane named Jet, my daughter will have to find where he is going by herself on the globe to earn the exercise, pretty much just because our globe is near the breakfast table. If my daughter takes too long to get dressed or brush her hair there isn’t time for any Super Wings, so she is pretty much never late.
Right at 9 AM I give my daughter the computer for Adventure Academy (An App) she plays tag with other real kids, explores science and math for about an hour. She likes it, it motivates her to use her computer skills and her reading skills, the science and math is a bit “watered down” yet it’s good for her to see it two ways (my way and their way).
After breakfast I set up a big outdoor play area (RIE inspired) so my son and daughter are there for “school” for 6 hours, from 9 AM – 3 PM. My son mostly plays, which is good, there is a dog, balls, room to run, bikes he doesn’t use, at 2 PM they tend to swim in the pool.
My daughter is on the computer the 1 hour, then I do a math lesson that varies from 10 minutes to an hour (it’s more about her understanding than the time), then she can have an hour doing paleontology games (Crazy Dino Park), she needs to exercise about an hour, sometimes it’s swimming, sometimes she teaches her little brother Alphabet Exercise.
Lunch happens outside, which is awesome for me to clean my son’s mess, he throws food, the dog eats it, this dog doesn’t steal from the table, pretty easy. I typically fill a tub with water after lunch because both kids love water play even though they are going to go swimming at 2 PM. I can finish the day with free time or story time. I can do more hands on things with them like ASL/Baby Signing Time, art stuff, or less and let them play if I need to make spaghetti (like today).
3 PM I clean up everything but the gate, then move the baby, then the gate. I think we all relax, the kids free play. It’s nice to be inside after being outside most of the day. 4 PM I either serve dinner or start getting it together, much like breakfast and lunch, I give myself an hour for the meal to be postponed, served, eaten and cleaned.
5 PM I spend doing something with my daughter, my son makes it easy right now, he just plays nicely happy to be in a non-focal role most of the day. 6 PM I tend to loose my patience, the kids are wound up waiting for their dad to get home and I’m frankly sick of them by this point.
My husband comes home at 7 PM, kisses the kids, talks to them a bit, then goes to eat dinner alone for half an hour followed by a shower. My daughter teaches my son music time during this time she used to go crazy (I love that). Right now it’s 7:29 PM, the 4-year-old is teaching the 1-year-old music thanks to Mr. Rob on YouTube and I’m writing this (happily).
It’s 8 PM, my husband is tired from work, I have been tired since 6 PM… no baths (that was after swimming), no books (that was during school), instead my daughter watches Meet the Math Facts or Sight Words on red light mode and falls asleep with two kisses and two hugs and one quote:
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.– Martin Luther King Jr
We do a lot of things that other people do, but in kind of non-traditional time frames, like I read books only after lunch, not before bed, but that is what works for us. It took me a long time to adjust after having two kids, with one I just tried doing everything I needed to before or after my daughter was awake, my son takes that time, so I had to integrate what I needed or wanted into the family day at the same time my daughter’s mind was advancing, so the plate of me, the plate of her, the plate of us, that plate of school, the plate of home, many plates… and no alternative than to start spinning them at the same time. It took awhile, but it’s cool in the end.
Still rotating spaghetti, beef stew, curry, but hoping to add pineapple rice soon. Burned myself three times today making the spaghetti. I was using BBQ prongs to stir, it took me three burns to look for the wooden spoon. I guess it’s not just grab anything to stir… some of you knew that probably.
The first burn, I thought, oh well that happens.
The second burn, I thought, maybe I shouldn’t be in the kitchen.
The third burn, I thought, maybe I shouldn’t be alive…
I got really judgmental with myself, then I realized it, iced my arm with one hand, finished the pasta with the other and resolved to not quit that like the KFC Kernel who made 1090 attempts at selling his recipe before succeeding I will someday persevere with cooking.
Looking over the last week, I’m proud of myself. Immediately I think “pride goeth before the fall” don’t know who said that, but they were a joy kill.
“It is in times of security that the spirit should be preparing itself for difficult times; while fortune is bestowing favors on it is then is the time for it to be strengthened against her rebuffs.”– Seneca
How about I just enjoy this moment of being proud of myself for this evening? I think it’s long overdue to have a modicum of success.
ONE WEEK IN LIFE IN SUMMARY
Body – Going very well exercising.
Finances – Going reasonably well.
Family – Going so well, for once.
Soul – Going very well, except cooking, but still trying my best.
Mind – A tiny bit disorganized in creative projects, but really enjoying life and getting a decent amount done every week. Confidence back. Going well.
Kind of scary when everything is going well isn’t it?
THANK YOU READERS!
You are the best you the world will ever have. Sometimes I cheer myself up by celebrating that I’m alive, the potential in that. For example who may come up with a new theory in physics, me or Stephen Hawkins? Me, I might, maybe not, but maybe. Who is more likely to get another Nobel Prize, Einstein or me? Me, they don’t award them to the dead. Who cooks better these days, Anthony Bourdain or me? Yeah, it’s me. It may seem silly, but it works for me. Who’s better looking Marilyn Monroe or you, you are, she is desiccated. Who is stronger at arm wrestling, Abraham Lincoln or you? You are.
(Surprise the hypothetical “Teddy” bear has a wonderful poem as a gift! But what poem could it be? In what arena of poetry does the topic lay?)