Mutiny

I know the week isn't over yet, but I've had a good week. Although my Monks Spade still has a very far ways to go, I know I'm gonna get there. I've has several people strongly advise that I wear a helmet when I'm swinging that thing. I guess it looks scary with a few close calls- that's what I'm hoping for. I don't feel out of control, and I do know when to abort. That's what I want, something that looks like a whirlwind of terror, but where I really am in control. Yes, I have a few skin cells missing from my hands. Mainly from my right thumb, so at least I'm consistently off. Easier to fix, no?

However, I've hit a small roadblock- there's a move I'm trying to get comfortable with but it won't let me. I roll the spade behind my back, and each time my right shoulder threatens mutiny on me. Huh.

On another note- I'm playing an April Fool's joke on Dean and the other project manager. I've rotated their desktop 180 degrees. Too bad I can't figure out how to invert their mouse icon too... Office mutiny, so much fun!

I Had Already Named her Crutches

I had a.. week, last week. I can't say bad week, although there were a few rough spots, and I don't want to say good week because it really was rough.

On Sunday, en route back from my parents I had to swerve around a kitten who was dragging itself across the road. I stopped, and it was immediately obvious that her back was broken. Otherwise, she seemed okay. I took her to the vet, with the hope that she could still be saved, and maybe become a wheel kitty. The vet crushed that quick- she would be unable to clean herself, purge herself, unable to do anything another cat would. To me, it was a matter of would this cat rather be bound to wheels but otherwise safe and happy, or dead. The vet managed to convince me that she would never be happy. I still feel guilty, sad, and a bit angry at the situation. I knew this cat for maybe half an hour, but I cried for her, and I miss her.

On a better note, this Pink Method is working. In 1 week, I'm down 5lbs and 3". Boo yeah.

Friday was awesomely awesome. I received invaluable feedback from Sifu Hayes regarding Tai Chi Broadsword. The amount he managed to fix in me on Friday makes me excited for next class. How much further will I progress then?

Yesterday was fun. Of course I made the mistake of wearing my good shoes to the kwoon renos. Ah well, didn't stop me from wearing them now.

Go Pink, or Go Home

I've officially started a new program today called the Pink Method. I hate calling it a diet, its just a formal healthy eating regime. I don't believe in diets, but I do believe in healthy eating and lifestyle. Its broken into four phases; Reset, Primary, Shred and Preservation. They're exactly what they sound like- Reset is boosting your metabolism, Primary is introducing slow carbs and fruits with workouts. The Shred is meant to get you over the lull you can hit, and Preservation is, well, to keep you where you're at.

My mom actually first heard of this on Dr. Phil I think. After I read through it, it seemed logical and well, very doable. I've struggled with other methods that tell you to eat nothing but chicken and brown rice, or eat a bazillion times a day ( I struggle to find the time for once or twice a day).

That is the other thing I want to change about myself. I do consider what I eat, but I don't place enough importance on how I eat, when and how often. I eat when I have a minute, which usually doesn't happen until 2 or 3 in the afternoon, and sometimes not until after class. Or, I find the time for lunch, but then supper gets pushed back until 9 or 10pm. I don't even try for breakfast, unless I wake up two hours early to catch a ride with Nick into town.

But, as Sifu Brinker said, the UBBT was his original excuse to do something for himself. So I've made a promise to myself to put this first, and ultimately myself before work or laundry or schedules.

I'll keep you posted.

Enjoying Retirement

So a quick note on Liu Bei Sr., I spent some time with him this Saturday afternoon. He was cozy in my bedroom, but I figured he's old enough to have his own bedroom now, and so he'll be moving into one of the bedrooms upstairs. I gave him some TLC before the big move, dusted him off, groomed his horsehair and gave him a new shoelace for his mouth. Currently, he's just hanging out on the top of our staircase. He's grown since last you've seen him, and he's just waiting patiently for me to take the bedroom door off it's hinges before he settles in.

Oh, he says hi and eat your lettuce.