Fattitude Adjustment

Okay, so the month of October may suck. I've put myself on a "let's get serious" plan that involves lots of running, abs, stretching, and not a lot of eating. And it's not that I mind the exercise, it's just that I normally do these things alongside my aerial training in order to make myself a better aerialist, but now, because I'm still recovering and because we don't have a rehearsal space this month, it feels like there's no point.

Obviously there is a point, though. The point is my pants feel weird because they are getting all tight around the thigh region. Barf. And I need to be as ready as I can when I am allowed to go back to aerial full throttle so that I'm not wasting weeks and weeks just trying to get my core strength back up. So, yes, technically the utility of this grand program makes sense, but emotionally...I dunno...I just want to whine all the time.

It's not like I haven't been exercising since I got home from camp. I've been running and doing abs and everything, just not very seriously. And as for eating...let's just say I've been pretty liberal about my calorie intake. Not good.

Anyway, I made up a plan and I started yesterday (October 1st) and it's going okay except for the fact that I didn't get to run today because there's some sort of monsoon or something happening outside. So that means I have to run tomorrow, which was supposed to be a day off from running. Whatever.

Something fun: this plan does involve me attending dance classes on Saturdays and/or Sundays. My aerial stuff will benefit from me getting back into dance, I think, so I need to get over the shyness and get through the door and get going with that. New experiences are so scary sometimes. I'll tell you how it goes after this weekend.

Other things that are going on: School started last Wednesday and I realized this is the 25th year of my life I've been in school. Nice. Also, the Women Studies newsletter went out today and they put a photo of me on the trapeze in it to illustrate something about how "the students' extracurricular activities sometimes inform their research." Or some such thing. I'm in French 103 now (woo!) and my teacher is kind of famous and she's AWESOME and I'm learning a lot. So that's good. Chelsea is all better from her car accident and subsequent surgery, but she's been acting really weird today, in that she is cowering in fear every five minutes (shaking, tail between her legs, hiding in weird places in the apartment). I'm gonna' go ahead and chalk that up to the aforementioned crazy-ass weather we're having and call it a day.

So I'll try to keep updates coming about how my fattitude adjustment is going. Hopefully that will keep me accountable. One thing that's kind of funny is how I can't actually keep track of whether I'm losing weight or not because my scale needs a new battery and the battery is weird and I don't know where to get one like it. Radio Shack? Perhaps. I haven't been too anxious to replace the battery anyway because I'm terrified to see how much weight I've actually gained since I hurt my hand. It's always hard for me to keep my weight down, but when I'm training (aerially), it's WAY EASIER than when I'm in the situation I'm in now. Frustrating.

Speaking of aerials (as I have been for this whole entry, really), I actually got to do a teeny bit of trapeze last Thursday. I had a lesson with Darty and my physical therapist had said it was okay to VERY CAREFULLY start doing some hanging again as long as I wasn't climbing ropes or doing tricks in the trapeze ropes. Still no word on when I'll be able to do those activities again. So most of the lesson was about stretching and core strengthening on the ground, but I did get to do a little bit of bar stuff and it was great. Now I can no longer say it's been two months since I've been on a trapeze. Hooray!

I am off to do some french homework. Thanks for reading!