Putting It Away Again
I am happiest when I’m moving, as I told my hormone doc last week. I’m also happiest when the bathroom scale is back under the bed. Settling back into a gratitude practice, a regular CrossFit rhythm, exploratory Peloton and yoga complements, I begin this Monday with a sense of anticipation, pleasure, ease. The scale is back under the bed where it belongs. My vision is set to prioritizing my body’s fueling and rhythms, loving what I do.
I can’t say I succeeded at the Rest Day, as advertised in my previous post. Whoop doesn’t register much strain at all for sprint intervals, so my rationalization to be happy moving. I enjoyed the 45-min sprint intervals session with Christine d’Ercole, challenging my starting resistances a little. I continue to be stronger sitting down for the sprints. Perhaps someday I’ll learn the power-force or posture required for standing-starts.
I continue to be grateful for the protein-hack the owner of Centerville CrossFit shared earlier this year: egg whites into the protein powder/almond milk drink, post-workout. I’ve been able to make my high-protein goals most days as a result. The lower-carb pathway continues to be satisfying, without any sense of deprivation. I’ve learned that perceiving deprivation is the seedbed for choosing otherwise. Keeping an eye on when or how that develops.
The last two CrossFit days have been fun–a bit of a burner with a wall-walk finish, then some gymnastics-strengthening (strict pull-ups, false-grip ring row, ring rows) with a four-interval cardio and dumbbell movement series. Lighter strain than yesterday, which feels right for the 12-hour work day that is unfolding today.
Mostly, I’m thankful for how good I feel, for the steadying health signals (Whoop age 7 years below chronological age; regularly higher HRV and lowering resting heart rate), for the spaces and places I get to move, chat, share, laugh. My partner is facing some health anxieties at the moment, which concerns me even as I’ve learned not to nudge or suggest or inform. So we live and love… May he find ease and a pathway forward that beckons in possibility.

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