After this last three month bout of insomnia I finally went to bed at a normal hour and fell asleep. I read that dimming the lights and even lowering the brightness on computer screens before bedtime could actually help reset my internal clock and let me sleep. It seemed to work. I turned off my desk lamp and dimmed the brightness on my laptop around 9:30 pm and went to bed at 10 pm, I woke up at 4 am.
My alarm is actually set to wake me at 6 am, but I'm not complaining. This morning is the first time in a long time that I've felt like I slept well and woke up not feeling like hell.
Last week I read that having an apple in the morning could help with weight loss. So the day before yesterday I had a granny smith when I woke up, and yesterday I had a jazz apple. Today I mixed it up with a tangerine which you may know is not an apple, but I'll probably follow it up with an apple.
I thought I was doing pretty good by having either cereal or a piece of toast or a bagel for breakfast. Turns out that what I thought was a fairly solid if somewhat carbohydrate loaded breakfast was the reason I was ravenously hungry by lunch time. I've learned my lesson: Empty carbs attract empty carbs. Fine. I get it.
Since introducing the apples to my routine (if you can call the loose assemblage of stuff I do during any given day a routine) I've lost two pounds. Which is good, I was starting to think the bathroom scale was broken, stalled out at 144 pounds. Then I started to worry (this morning) as I looked at the scale, maybe losing weight this fast over these few days is not such a good thing.
Despite the numbers I don't think I'm burning that much fat, I haven't cranked up my exercise routine. I've actually pulled it back somewhat to make time for practicing poi spinning. I think a lot of what I've lost so far is simply water weight, I didn't think I was retaining that much water and haven't felt bloated, but there's really no way to tell. I'll just keep recording what the scale tells me and go from there.
Then again, over the past week, I've been making a lot better food choices than I've been able to before. It's one thing to have the money to go grocery shopping and ignore the bagels sitting on top of the fridge, and a whole 'nuther business when funds are limited and one has to deal with their own (sometimes regrettable) decisions left over from the last big shopping trip. I'm still getting acclimated to the idea that my husband is no longer going to be weird about food that his mom never made, we've been together for 13 years, married for 10 and for the first 11 years he had this weird aversion to avocados. It took 9 years of marriage to get Matt to try acorn squash, now he's hooked and feels (rightfully so) silly for avoiding it for so long, but I always hate buying stuff that I know only 3 out of 4 people in the house will like, unless its a special treat for one person and that person alone. I'm getting in the habit of being far more assertive in the fresh produce section and he's getting in the habit of not asking me "Are you sure you're going to make that this week?" which is code for "I'm probably not going to like whatever that is."
I ordered handles and chains alone for my poi and when they weren't mailed out right away I decided I should get an extra set anyway so ordered a full practice set (including the ball poi), with my luck everything will show up on the same day, but I'm very much hoping that one or the other of my orders will come soon (today would be great but before the projected delivery date of the 20th would be better.) Ultimately my goal is to use fire poi, but I think it's safe to assume learning the moves while NOT hitting myself with a heavy fuel soaked flaming object is a little less risky.
I know there are mental health professionals that would say that my insistence on working with fire is an extension of thrill seeking behavior. It's really not though. Bombing down mad trails at brain smashing speeds is my thrill seeking behavior. Entertaining with fire is efficient. People like danger, real or perceived, stories are boring without some element of extreme personal risk (the whole plot to Finding Nemo is about being outside of one's element and facing those risks) and fire is a primal risk, therefore dancing alone is technical accomplishment but add fire and you have technical skills paired with an element that quickly conveys the story of extreme risk to a crowd in a split second. Think about the opening scene from Casino Royale, where Bond is chasing that guy to the embassy, and that guy has mad parkour moves, it's the same combination of technical accomplishment and risk and it pulls you right into the story.
I remember watching that scene and thinking it didn't matter if the rest of the movie was about Bond taking down a bad guy running an illicit soup cartel
The difference is in dance (and most live entertainment) you don't get 144 minutes to pull an audience in, you get about half a minute depending on venue.