Getting Back in the Harness

Like many folks, I suffer from the winter blues (or grays). A problem that, for me, is exacerbated by the monochromatic padded walls of my daily cell. I’m only guessing the interior decorator was having a really bad day when selecting this color scheme. On a cloudy day, even that beautiful window is filled with grayness.

The bright spots in my space are the various pictures of children of friends and family all smiling prettily as if to remind me, “Chin up, Ducky.” And my climber buddies. These kids are avid builderers, in that they climb buildings. Currently, my she-climber is in the middle of climbing her way out of a wicked, steep roof while her he-climbing partner (who is never on lead because women climbers rock it a little more hard-core here) is safely giving her a hanging belay.

Today, though, they serve as a reminder that I let the doldrums creep their way in and suck out my joie de vive. I haven’t tied into a rope in about 4 weeks. I have a standing date on Monday and Friday nights with Bryan, my amazing, soft-spoken, quietly encouraging climbing partner…and I’ve repeatedly bailed.

It’s a catch 22. My melancholia zaps my desire to do the things that I love. Those things that I love, though, those are the things that make me feel great about who I am, where I’m going, what I have to offer. Those things that I love are what help keeps the melancholia at bay.

Why is it so easy to give in to the grayness?

I never give a big “EFF YOU” to the thing I know is going to seep in and demand a stronger foothold by going out, being with friends, climbing my heart out, and loving myself.

“Oh hey. It’s you again. Let me call Bryan and cancel. You know were the ice cream is. No hogging the blankets this time and, please, no more romantic comedies!”  

Not today, friends.

Today I'm going climbing...

My7DayDiet: Day 2

Re-capping yesterday: Fruit day was an interesting day. I was fairly certain that I was going to starve to death. Yesterday morning I ate my cantaloupe breakfast as suggested. Then dug straight into my berry snack. By 10:15 my stomach still had that “Hellooo? Remember about me?!” feeling. So I dug into my fruit salad lunch. I slowly ate it over the course of an hour and happily noticed sometime thereafter, I wasn’t thinking about shoving anything in my face. Then berries for the drive home, some fruitilous snacking as I prepared for Day 2, then fruit in bed. Voila! Challenge Fruit Day was conquered.

What to do better? Remember I can eat as much as I want so only a cup of cantaloupe for breakfast was a serious faux pas on my part!

Today is Day 2: Vegetable Day

Of the vegetable days I get, this one is “Yes” for potato with encouragement to do it early for energy since fruits are quickly digested and ma body needs it to get through the day. I was never more excited for my baked sweet potato which was dutifully scarfed the second I got to work.

Snacks for the day are raw red bell peppers and carrots. Lunch is a kale and spinach salad with zucchini, corn, carrots, and more red peppers with a drizzle of my homemade balsamic vinaigrette dressing. If that doesn’t go well (I’ve never had kale before, it’s on a recommendation)…I made my favorite vegetable medley last night: broccoli, zucchini, spaghetti squash, onion, red peppers all cooked in a little olive oil.

I love vegetable day.