Oh, How Long a Year Is
Jul. 25th, 2012 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spryngIt's been a year. In so many ways, it's been an entire year.
A year ago a friend of ours posted on FB that two kittens were in desperate need of a home, elsewise they were going off to a shelter. Within minutes of seeing that plea, I knew we were going to have cats. I didn't admit it - we still went through the motions of puzzling out the possibilities, the dangers, the pros and the cons, but the decision was pretty much made. I can't fathom why it happened then and not on the myriad of other occasions when I've seen free dog or kitty postings on the Tucson LJ or the newspaper or the corner.
But it did. And I am so, so glad. Kona and Darjeeling have turned into little furry balls of reeking joy. All the internet memes and obsessions with cats spontaneously made sense. It was like a bright epiphany, or one that trilled and then zipped around the room, inexplicably.
I might have still be a little wary even a month or two after we got them, surprised every time I came home and there. were. cats. But then one day, when lady was gone and I was feeling lonely and sad, Darjeeling - who had heretofore been skittish and horribly shy - crawled into my lap and started purring. And then I knew just why people love cats so much.
A year ago, we started Crossfit. Well, over a year. And now we've both been exercising consistently for over said year and I sometimes cannot believe it. It's strange. And weird. And exhilarating.
A year ago, I proclaimed my intention to try out this weird-ass thing called "paleo" for 30 days. I didn't then confess that it was in fact the Whole30 program, because it seemed so extreme to me at the time, and so much like something I'd be mocked for. Yes. I'll admit that. I even scoffed at their claims that the thirty days could change your life. And then a week in began to change my perspective on that.
A year later - yes. It did. And I'm going to do it again this August. And I'm going to do it properly, like I did last August, and not like I did in November and January. And this time I'm going to figure out for sure just how much of an impact grains & beans & dairy have on me. Also this time I'm not going to check the scale every day.
Even Lady's doing it with me this time, although I cannot wrap my head around that just yet. But it will definitely make it easier. I think giving up wine is going to be the hardest bit about it this time around.
Maybe I'll even convince some other peeps to do it with me this time around, too. I can at least promise there will be cake at the end of it. Because I am going to make that cake. And it is going to be the best damn cake ever.
A year ago a friend of ours posted on FB that two kittens were in desperate need of a home, elsewise they were going off to a shelter. Within minutes of seeing that plea, I knew we were going to have cats. I didn't admit it - we still went through the motions of puzzling out the possibilities, the dangers, the pros and the cons, but the decision was pretty much made. I can't fathom why it happened then and not on the myriad of other occasions when I've seen free dog or kitty postings on the Tucson LJ or the newspaper or the corner.
But it did. And I am so, so glad. Kona and Darjeeling have turned into little furry balls of reeking joy. All the internet memes and obsessions with cats spontaneously made sense. It was like a bright epiphany, or one that trilled and then zipped around the room, inexplicably.
I might have still be a little wary even a month or two after we got them, surprised every time I came home and there. were. cats. But then one day, when lady was gone and I was feeling lonely and sad, Darjeeling - who had heretofore been skittish and horribly shy - crawled into my lap and started purring. And then I knew just why people love cats so much.
A year ago, we started Crossfit. Well, over a year. And now we've both been exercising consistently for over said year and I sometimes cannot believe it. It's strange. And weird. And exhilarating.
A year ago, I proclaimed my intention to try out this weird-ass thing called "paleo" for 30 days. I didn't then confess that it was in fact the Whole30 program, because it seemed so extreme to me at the time, and so much like something I'd be mocked for. Yes. I'll admit that. I even scoffed at their claims that the thirty days could change your life. And then a week in began to change my perspective on that.
A year later - yes. It did. And I'm going to do it again this August. And I'm going to do it properly, like I did last August, and not like I did in November and January. And this time I'm going to figure out for sure just how much of an impact grains & beans & dairy have on me. Also this time I'm not going to check the scale every day.
Even Lady's doing it with me this time, although I cannot wrap my head around that just yet. But it will definitely make it easier. I think giving up wine is going to be the hardest bit about it this time around.
Maybe I'll even convince some other peeps to do it with me this time around, too. I can at least promise there will be cake at the end of it. Because I am going to make that cake. And it is going to be the best damn cake ever.
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