Morning Walks: Reflections.

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Last week, I decided to get off my derrière and start bringing some activity in this quarantine life of mine. Each morning, before work at home begins, I rise and hit the pavement, taking an hour and a half to promenade around my sprawling neighborhood. Here are some itemized thoughts and comments about this routine:

  1. I love it. Walking has always been my favored pastime; it both clears my thoughts and engenders them, allows for prayer and reflection, and gets me outside and breathing in the beauty of nature. Did you know that your Square Peg is a nature lover? I am. Nope, not into anything that crawls and flies, but I usually stand in wonder of greenery and babbling brooks and flowers and all of it.
  2. I spoke here about fitness in a time of quarantine. Walking has allowed me to get moving. I’m happy about this. I feel great, despite all the achiness of this body in its fourth decade. Enter Aspercreme. Does wonders. Get into it.
  3. If there were no quarantine or pandemic and I was physically at work at every day, I’d still be walking. Either on the treadmill at my office or around our massive campus. So this was a nice way to bring back an aspect of my daily routine.
  4. I’ve been getting in some miles, y’all. Deserves a woo hoo.
  5. Despite #4, what I love about all this walking is that I go at my own pace. I move as I like (read: not speedy or fast) and I deliberately take in the surroundings of my aesthetically pleasing community. It’s been great to get to know the area and to greet other walkers with a nod as we pass each other by.
  6. I have my mask with me, by the way.

Speaking of masks, here are some other things I have with me each morning:

  • An awesomely motivating playlist that I created on Spotify
  • A bottle of water
  • Sunglasses, since despite my early walking time, the sun here in the Lone Star State is typically operating at 1 billion degrees at all hours of the day

It’s been refreshing, and I’m glad I can say that in light of all the general craziness around us. What have you been doing to remain refreshed and rejuvenated amidst this new normal? Share, if you can.

Onwards…

On Fitness: The Quarantine Edition

Like I said in my previous post, I’ve been in no race to work out during this quarantine. *shrug* Anxiety, inertia, and just wrapping my brain around we’re actually in a lockdown/quarantine while in the midst of a global pandemic tends to remove thefitnessBrad desire to do anything but sit there and drink it all in. (While washing my hands.) Short of some light strength training because I was bored and wanted to film myself doing it (been making a lot of videos during this thing; perhaps I’ll share), I hadn’t committed to an actual routine.

Then, just the other evening, as I laid in bed and looked at old pictures of myself, especially during my fitness/health journey that I began in 2015, I reflected on all the good work I did. Five years later, I continue to maintain that weight loss and happily can say most of it remains still gone, but let’s be real, lockdown style: I’ve been eating like a man released from jail only to get back in again. And not really being active, either. So I decided, pretty informally, to re-start making better decisions and to make sure that each day has good habits involved. Because weight loss is great, but just being healthier is the true pay-off for me.

Yesterday was the start. I decided to take advantage of the beautiful, warm day and Workouttake a walk around my aesthetically pleasing neighborhood and then follow up with some cardio. Here are my thoughts/remarks about the experience:

  1. Girl, if you haven’t worked out in a while, it ain’t gonna be easy. Whew.
  2. I committed to 3 miles and I got my 3 miles. Yay.
  3. My favorite forms of exercise are walking and dance cardio. I did both yesterday, so this is a plus.
  4. I had my mask with me, just in case. My mom sewed me some Ankara masks and shipped them to me, because she’s amazing.

(Oh, and take a look at that photo and join me in saying: come all the way through, skinnnnn. I see that the regimen is working. *stretches to pat her back and realizes that she is not flexible at all*)

Anyway, we will see how it all plays out. In the meantime, tell me how you’ve been trying to stay active during this quarantine. (Emphasis on trying to; do what you can.)

Positivity Post. (#1)

So…when it’s hard to be positive (it’s just in my bones, this struggle to remain positive about this weird life of mine, and this need to look at things as they unflinchingly are), sometimes you have to force the hand. In this case, although 2020 has so far been essentially 2019 squared, I want to share some good stuff. Because in between the opposite of good stuff, there have been some highlights. Let’s go.

Frowth (Fro + Growth). Did I tell you that I was growing out my hair? I didn’t? Well, I’m growing out my hair. After experimenting with cuts and then the full shave-off/Operation Let It Go in the summer of 2018, I decided to enact Operation Let It Grow in early 2019. No cuts since then; just trimming and some shaping. Last month, when my stylist came over to take out my crochets and apply some much-needed moisture, she happily shared the progress of Operation Let It Grow. See the pictorials. (October 2019 trim; February 2020 trim; Frowth)

The Workout Plan. After what turned out to be a major sabbatical from the gym and working out, I started back again last month. You know the story: when you’re down and out, there’s no such thing as exercise. There’s the couch and there are reruns of Family Feud. And I heartily did all of that (and kinda still do, to be honest), but I decided to gym1introduce endorphins back into this game of life. I was already dedicated to doing two miles at work by walking, but I wanted to do more. Enter the office gym, which can be blissfully quiet at certain hours of the day and afforded me a nice span of time on the treadmill. I enjoyed it. Of course, with the entrance of COVID-19 into our atmosphere and my general disbelief that folks are cleaning the machines and rooms and showers as thoroughly as I’d like, I’m suspending my gym visits for now. C’est la vie, right? Back to walking, Airpods in my ear and hand sanitizer in my palm. Hopefully, I can get back to the gym when all of this madness dies down.

Travelista-ing, briefly. I haven’t really gotten away away since I moved to Texas, mainly because I have to parse out my vacation time (really miss working for an international company, tbh) and need to ensure that I won’t be totally absent of time when the year ends. So, there hasn’t been a ton of traveling other than visits back home to see my family. However, last month I was able to visit my dear cuzzo in Arizona and see my awesome niece, who I haven’t seen since January 2019 when she was a baby baby. (She’s now a smart, funny, cute-as-a-button almost 2 year-old.) ‘Twas a wonderful time. Nothing beats being with family that knows you. Arizona is also one of my favorite aesthetically pleasing locales to visit. Here are some shots of the land. (By the way, she and I are the same when it comes to this previous consideration of Arizona.)

Makeup and Fashion Tings. I’m a lady who enjoys dressing up and wearing makeup, so here are some lewks and styling that I’ve had fun with so far in the ’20.

Thanks for reading, party people. Here’s to pursuing positivity, one day at a time. Onwards…

 

Blogtober #10: Fall Mornings on a Treadmill.

Pretty clear, from the title, how I greeted the dip in the weather this early autumn morning.

Typically, I make use of the gym at the office in the mid-afternoons, having done an in-depth study of the time of day when I can have the place all to myself and enjoy the

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machines and surrounding equipment. (And maybe a dance party in front of the mirrors.) However, following a strange Exercise Epiphany (strange because I’m of the view that opening my eyes before 6AM means I want to either join a crime gang or engage in other nefarious activities), I decided to wake up after 5:30 this morning and head to the office to try an early morning workout. If you’ve read about my fitness journey here on TSP, you’ll know that I’ve done this before, waking up early to work out. And you’ll see that I’ve grumbled about it every time. Nevertheless, I wanted to break up the monotony of my schedule. Here’s what I learned:

  1. Regular gyms and office gyms don’t differ in the following: I’m not the only one who had the idea to work out super early. The gym was packed. So packed that I had to wait for a treadmill.
  2. This didn’t bode well for my I-need-quiet-time-in-an-empty-gym mandate.
  3. After such a thorough, calorie-burning workout, the ole stomach wanted to eat everything. Everything. Despite having my usual veggie omelet for breakfast and gaining that protein, I realized that I wanted so much more.
  4. Which is weird because for all my morning workouts in the past, that wasn’t really a thing. Are you changing things, 40?

Anywho, in the end, I’m glad I committed to actually waking up and doing this. Maybe it’ll happen again…

Which means I definitely have plans to join a crime gang.

Onwards, dear reader.

Blogvember #26, #27, and #28: Life.

Three days, huh? Let’s investigate my brief Blogvember absence.



I took walks and got in some great steps.


I hung up new artwork for l’appartement. This lovely French sign means flower market. It’s not particularly centered, but just take comfort that my use of a hammer (!!!!) didn’t result in the loss of my sweet fingers.


I indulged. The caption tells you everything you need to know. Le sigh. But it was so, so good. 


More décor shopping. A birdcage as decoration is intriguing, no?

That’s all she Square pegged. Hope you had a fanstastic weekend and welcome to Monday.

Blogvember #3: On Chocolate Pigs and Resets.

Real talk: since arriving in the Lone Star State in September, I’ve been ingesting sweets and junk food like a chocolate pig. I wish I were exaggerating.

If you’ve followed TSP for a while, you know that in 2015, I embarked on a gaining health lifestyle change. I changed everything: how I felt about food, how I felt about fitness, how I felt about taking care of this body of mine. A year later, things were continuing to go well. By no means was I was challenge or struggle free, but when is life challenge or struggle free? Things turned upside down, however, when I landed in this one horse town (I’ve always wanted to say that). I moved to a city with drive-through bagel places and donut shops on every corner. I became an animal. The combination of emotional eating and availability was a death knell for all the hard work I had done for a year and a half. (There’s a place here called Nothing Bundt Cakes, for heaven’s sake. Can I live? Can I live?)

But we all have our a ha moments, don’t we? Where we shutter excuses and just decide to do work? I did last week. I became resolved. As cute as chocolate pigs are, it’s high time for a life/health/fitness reset. So far, I’ve been making better choices. Last night, I also officially restarted my weekly gym routine.


That facial expression communicates everything you need to know. I took a class called BodyCombat. The name was appropriate. My body was beaten up, in combat, and so out of shape. It was like a scene in an action film when the unfortunate villain shows up in a dark alley brandishing weapons that the hero ends up using against him. Yes, I came with nunchucks that ended up around my neck. But guess what? We have setbacks and we move on. I have a class tonight and I’ll be back at it next week. Because: goals.

Have you had to make any life resets lately? Do you love donuts as much as I do?

Rallying.

In high school, I loved pep rallies. There was something electric about all of us gathered in the gym, screaming for the basketball team or the football team and the loud music and the cheerleaders and all of that. Never mind that in four years of high school (and college, too), I never attended one single sporting event. Not one. (Are you kidding me? Leave home and miss a showing of Beverly Hills, 90210? No, thank you.) But, boy, did I love those rallies. I thought about those pep rallies this past weekend, particularly the rallying part. Those gatherings were meant to push us to action, to come to the game and root for the home team, to be energized and excited. Despite the amusing reminder that I was far more interested in the pre-hoopla than the games/events they were meant for, I was reminded of just much how much I needed that energy this past weekend when I was supposed to get my hind parts off my bed and head to the gym to work out.

You, dear reader, know about my gaining health journey. You know that regular exercise is part of that. But if you live on Planet Earth, dear reader, you also understand the weight of winter. The desire for carbohydrates. The laziness. The doldrums. The inertia. Due to all of those things and quite honestly, having reached a weight that I find mostly satisfying, my visits to the gym have been sporadic, at best. And I can’t accept that. Sporadic for me means eventual oblivion, the disappearance of this routine I’ve built for almost a year. And since my goal is to be healthy and maintain the strides I’ve made so far, sitting on my bed and bemoaning the interruption to my sleep is just not an option.

But I couldn’t rally. I couldn’t. On Saturday, I woke up when the alarm

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dinged and lay there, gaping at the ceiling. Eventually, I rolled myself out of bed. Since I go to bed with my gym clothes on for mornings that I plan to work out (yep, you read that right), I slowly pulled on my shoes. I sat down. I told myself to stop playing and to get going. I stood up. I sat down again. After several minutes of this silly back and forth, I stumbled into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, bid a hasty goodbye to my mother, and went to the gym. It was a fantastic workout. On Sunday, the same things happened. This time, however, I walked in and out of the house three times before I abandoned my efforts and returned to the couch on the living room, muttering to myself that I was late anyway and didn’t have time. No workout happened.

What happened, y’all? Particularly on Sunday? Why couldn’t I walk to my car and just turn it on and go? Why did my motivation, already tattered, essentially give out until I found myself on the couch, chewing on a health bar and berating my lack of energy? Could be an assortment of answers. But like a pair of dangling, ignored gym shoes on a Sunday morning, I will leave them unanswered.

Today, I have my gym clothes here at work. When I’m done for the day, I’ll change and head to my exercise class this evening. The rest of my exercise schedule this week is planned, and I hope to see all those plans through. Realistically, this may or may not happen. But I intend on sticking to my schedule, and I intend on sticking like glue.

Even if I have to call upon my inner 15 year-old, sitting in a gym with gleaming eyes and a giddily racing heart, excited beyond measure, I will rally.

Reader, have you had mornings like this? How did you push yourself? Tell me in the comments, won’t you?

Fabu Fashion Thursday.

Hi there. So this week, my plan was to wear clothes that actually fit. Since I’ve been losing weight for the past few months, a number of my tried and true choices are starting to look like someone is playing a prank on me and sabotaging my outfits. (No one is, by the way, for my fellow paranoids and conspiracy theorists.) In other words, my clothes are too big. Of course, you will hear no complaints from me, really, concerning that; I’d rather my clothes be too big than the other way around. But quite honestly, the sloppy/slovenly look is never appealing, no matter how much I kind of enjoy hoisting up my pants because they’re slipping down. Anyway, the goal this week: to shop in my closet for clothes that I had long abandoned because of how super tight snug they were and to try them now. I wish I would have documented the entire week for you, actually, now that I think about it.

SN: Next week, every day will Fabu Fashion Week. I’ll pic daily for a mini-feature on what I’m wearing and my continuing mission not to look like Stevie Nicks’ younger sister (although that wouldn’t be bad at all, because I’m obsessed with her). It’ll also be a chance to stick with my goal since I’ll be accountable to the few of you who support This Square Peg. (Endless kisses, by the way.)

Back to today.

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You like? I do. Pretty simple, which is how I roll most of the time; a nice combination of work casual. Basically, though, I’m happy to report that the pants fit great. I didn’t have to do any hoisting, that’s for sure.

Deets, if you’re interested:

Awesome Pants that Fit – Ross

Cute polka dot blouse – gifted to me by Mom. (By the way, it’s large and it’s loose! That has never happened to yours truly!)

Jacket – Sears. Look don’t sleep on the Sears dinosaur. When I went in last week, I was pleasantly surprised by the chic dressy/work casual options I saw. I’m not putting it on the list of places I’ll race to, but it was nice to confirm that it’s a viable option when shopping.

That’s it for this Fabu Fashion Thursday. What are you wearing, dears?

there’s really no other way to say this…

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…I think I have guns.

Look at those arms. Look at them. You see some kind of definition there, don’t you? Don’t you?? I snapped this photo last week in the dressing room of my favorite place, Ross, while trying on that dress. And dare I say it, I think my hanging out with weights on a weekly basis might be doing something.

Here’s to women with no upper body strength hoisting 20 pound kettle balls.