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So I Gotta Watch

I haven’t settled on a watch face yet. I keep trying them out. This one has a new butterfly each time you look at it. I don’t know how many butterflies it has, but there are at least a dozen. The butterflies flap their wings as well.

Wednesday, after meditating first thing in the morning, I decided I wanted a tracker and at this point that would be the iWatch. So I got one to match my phone, the smaller size, the larger just would not suite my wrist. Not thrilled about the band but I may replace that if I don’t end up liking it.

Truth is, when I’m making those everyday decisions, “Do I talk to a coworker or go for a walk?” “Watch Voyager in my chair, or while walking on the treadmill?” “Bother with an umbrella, or decide to not go out?” I don’t bother if I’m not keeping track. There I said it. I need external accountability to get my exercise in.

I enjoyed the feedback even if it was self-generated. The metrics take it out of the grey zone and clearly show me if I have met my goals or not. So I got one. It works for swimming and I should have my pool open soon. I think it is the best way to be connected in my car, with ear buds of course. A tap to the ear bud and Siri can do the rest.

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Targets

I actually forgot when I began to write, why I picked up the phone to write. That happens.

It was a thought I had and it has slipped away. I’m hoping it is slippery enough to slip back into my brain.

Targets, I just remembered. More than one target. So despite my self-recrimination, I’m doing quite well, or at least meeting my own goals.

I need to focus on the line between my brain’s instructions and my body’s knowing. I am aware of the fact I badger myself about everything and it is a habit I’m trying to break.

During my “think myself thin” periods I was downright abusive to myself. I doubt I am alone on that.

It is common to hear phrases like, “I shouldn’t eat that” or “exercise will make up for my indulgence” as though there is some cosmic oversight. A great balance sheet of how guilty or innocent we are of following our own rules.

Spoiler alert! Your body is keeping score, with or without your brain’s oversight. It shows the tally in weight, strength, health and happiness.

Many of us have bought into the idea that if we just ignore our bodies and bully ourselves into submission we’ll achieve some ephemeral goal and life will be perfect for a moment. That elusive future moment. Wouldn’t it make more sense to be content and happy now when we can actually enjoy it?

My personal targets of exercise and weight loss are all being met and I am still badgering myself. My left brain, logical, self does not want to give up control. But it is time.

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Energized

Being able to flawlessly add swimming to my total number of points towards exercise, has put me on a 24 day streak. My sweet spot for exercise is when I feel energized. I don’t want to be tired afterwards. I want to feel good and engaged.

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That “glob” is to show me the top. It is a watch and it is important to me to know where the 12 would be when I switch the tracker between holders.

I think I have found it. Don’t be alarmed. If you understand epigenetics it recognizes that only some genes get turned on. I swam competitively as a child and so my DNA is programmed to be the most in balance when I’m doing a lot of exercise, way more than most would require.

I need to walk 7000 steps, a little over 4 km everyday. In addition to that, 30 minutes of swimming 5-7 days a week. I can track it all on my new Misfit Shine 2.

I realized last year that a half an hour a day cannot be replaced with swimming for an hour three times a week. It must be spread out. There are other benefits of exercise, not borne out in the totals that are prescribed, but I digress. Daily is better than total minute count.

My weight is coming off. I am still working on my hunger signals, but I have noticed that I feel more like exercising when I allow myself to eat on a less strict regime. My body cries out for exercise like it does for food.

I think I’ll go eat my beef dinner and then have a swim. Sounds luscious.

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