It’s the travel time, meaning hours spent ... It prepares me for the ... when I know there’ll be no ... I try to see it as winding down to catch up with where our lives have gone i
It’s the travel time, meaning hours spent sedentary. It prepares me for the visiting, when I know there’ll be no activity. I try to see it as winding down to catch up with where our lives have gone in the past 6 months. A semiannual sharing and reflection with family. An enchanted time when reality is lived through a rose tinted holidaze.
Rules of day to day no longer apply as you surrender to the hearts and minds of those closest. Conversation, food and wine are intoxicating. You can’t leave the table the conversation is too good. The holiday food keeps coming. I fall back into the silken warmth of family stories and recollections of past years.
I generally eat until I am sated but now… its quest for space, I must keep up, I can’t be that… “I don’t eat that wimp”. I can’t spoil this mood and bring everyone down to reality! Somehow I manage to find space for that piece of dark nutty chocolate beckoning me to come home to my pallette, where it would receive all the comfort love and warmth I need to express in this state of holiday bliss. I have now surrendered….. The conversation wonders back to a particular chocolate that sister in law is passionate about and as she unfolds its mysteries you must taste and discover. This is no time for excuses.
Feeling good. Eyes wonder out to the blanket of snow and everything feels safe and warm. The last place I would want to go is out into the cold (‘reality’ I think). All is swell; until that transition day when you walk back into the doors of your own home…. if you can fit.
All the good times, and intoxication are fading into never ever land. I look at myself in the mirror and think “I did my duty”. Then dreamily go into a fond reverie….until I try on those tight jeans!!!
It’s time to take action, I feel passionate again, my workouts are inspired. I’m like Rocky Balboa. Underdog to champion. As long as I try my best I am guaranteed results, I can only get better from here. It’s back to clean living and motorvation.
More than anything I think it’s the transitions that are harder than anything. Resisting the surrendering to the holidaze, then resisting leaving them. And it’s exactly this change that fuels the fire within. Change, is like a breath of fresh air. The air causes a conflagration, of fire for inspiration.
Deborah Caruana RN, AAHRFP, NASM, ACE
email: deb@vitalsignsfitness.com
web: www.vitalsignsfitness.com
When Your Sports and Exercise is Your Passion.
You’re fired up, your ... is pumping, engines are revved. You can't wait to get out there and perform. You've waited all day, maybe a few days and are ... in your mind the ... youWhy my Lactate Threshold Training is better than any other Strength Training System.
It's a very simple training system. ... of using your body in space with simple counts. Music is ... With every position and exercise your ... is focused on ... form, breConfessions of a Personal Fitness Trainer
As your personal fitness trainer my passion is to teach, coach, ... push, prod, cajole, ... research and apply, over and over… As a ‘Fitness Role ... feel ... with we