With communal accountability, i was able to make some very gentle adjustments to my habits over the past 30 days. Re-discovering my ability to focus on reading honest-to-god BOOKS, I’ve cleared three and a half from my reading pile, while re-wiring some of the focus-neurons in my brain.
In addition, this “seven hours sleep/night” thing has worked wonders – except when it hasn’t (largely driven by opportunities to stay out too late playing with my little friends). i can now go to bed before 11 pm, and awaken without too much drama at 6 am – and as a result, not wind up dragging my sorry ass to the office late.
Thanks to bob for orchestrating the “accountability” portion of the game – a very clever experiment. We’re going to do it again! i enjoyed tracking the progress of my partners in self-improvement across the globe.
The idea came from a TED talk, which is really about trying something new, not just doing little bits of self-improvement tweakage. But it also emphasizes small, sustainable movement…. So i kept it small…
Round 2 starts on Monday, 15 August, and if any of you are so inclined, stop by our tracking blog, and let bob know you want to play along!
With another bit of travel in the middle of this one, i needed something portable again. Not yet ready to tackle learning a language, or anything of substance, i’ve decided to target something that has simply started to annoy the shit out of me.
My arms. They are starting to look like Mom’s. Which used to whap me in the head when i was a little girl, scampering* around the kitchen.
Call them what you will – “Bingo Wings”, “Auntie Arms”, “Nanna Wobble”, “Sugargliders” – they suck. And i am declaring war on mine.
Using The 100 Push Up Challenge as a model training program, i am committing to 30 days of the program. Also committing to posting a weekly photo of my flaps. Not in a corset, mind you. There is nothing sexy about arm flaps.
Since that’s a 3 day/week activity, i’ll throw in something for alternate days for my ass. Squats, that is…. Not “sitting on it”. No photos of the backside, however… even i have my limits, and will spare you the arse shots.
Rather than count on just the communal accountability this time, i did something quite stupid last week. i have a young engineer on my team who is a former Marine. He is a rabid distance runner, and is in great physical shape – always encouraging the rest of us to “Move!” He also shouts “Drop and give us 50!” when someone shows up late for a meeting…
At a group meeting i mentioned to him that i would be starting a push up training program – and that by Christmas i would be able to drop and give him at least 40. On my toes. And asked him to hold me to it…
Let’s hope my shoulder holds out…
pic found here
* “Scampering”? Did i ever scamper? Even as a small child?