It’s been a curiously beautiful holiday weekend here in the upper Midwest. The sort of weather, really, that makes you wonder what sort of tragedy is around the corner. It’s sunny today: will there be a tsunami tomorrow? In the upper Midwest? Sure, why not?
But that’s not the only reason I’ve not been as visible as my start. I’ve turned up my anxiety tenfold, all on my own, by announcing to you, my dear readers, that you should be reading all my posts because there will be something interesting in there.
I’m pretty sure there are few things that can stop a writer faster than saying out loud that you’re good. So it’s back to the drawing board for me, talking about nothing, talking about everything.
It’s also a good time to reflect on what’s been great this week, what’s been less than great, and what’s to come this week.
Awesome!
Diet and exercise: I’d posted earlier that based on the intensity of my workouts, I’ve probably been enormous calorie deficit over I don’t even know how many years.
Like so many I’ve body image problems; I didn’t know how to manage the variability with sorting out the right amount to eat. There were tears! So embarrassing.
Because it turns out that eventually, your body will manage this for you. I found myself starving and migrainous toward the end of the week, even with a higher caloric load; I couldn’t help but eat more. With another 600-700 kcals total – that’s a lot! – I found myself dropping weight.
Fitness friends, I’ll keep you posted.
Women’s World Cup: Turns out that the U.S. won. Who would have guessed?
What this brings up is an interesting discussion of how one is paid by an employer: is it based on value to the company as a part of overall revenue, or individual performance?
Outside of sales, the U.S. doesn’t pay people based on individual performance. Or in this case, team performance. The men’s team gets paid more because the men’s world cup generates more revenue. Nevermind that they’ve never made it past, what, the round of 16, if they make it all?
One wonders if after today, a new compensation model for the women’s team won’t become more necessary. I’d like to hear U.S. Soccer tell the world that the crappy men’s team makes more money because the men’s world cup sells more ads.
By the by, I actually have no idea what happens in a soccer game!
Less awesome
Body image: The opposite end of my diet and exercise win. I’ve never felt so much anxiety over what should just be a matter of basic health.
It’s 2019. In era of body positivity my obsession is antiquated, and I hate myself for that, too.
I found myself crying like a baby first with worry, then with self-loathing. I can’t win for losing.
Ruined chicken: Less horrifying than my inexplicable vanity, pride and downfall from it, is my ruined poached chicken, a recipe I can make with my eyes closed.
Actually, the truth is, I feel ashamedly terrible about this, too. the chicken turned out a bit tough and dry, but it’s not inedible; I tend to think of food as fuel, so what do I care? Somehow I do.
Setting myself up to fail: I’m not sure why I felt compelled to let you know that even if I’m talking about boxing, you’ll want to take a look. As though I can come up with some life lesson every time I start typing.
Today is a great example of not even coming close.
Coming up this week
There are a few topics I’d like to discuss. Whether or not there’s a life lesson in any of it, I don’t know.
- Overuse of the word “journey”
- Women’s sports
- How much work at work is too much work
- When are you too old to accomplish what you want?
- Can I fix my poached chicken?
Until then, I thank you all for reading! Have a great week!
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