The first four days of my happiness project have been... mixed to be honest. I'm finding it rather hard to stick to all my resolutions, but I guess if they were easy they wouldn't be resolutions. Or would they? (quickly looks up Dictionary.com) No, they probably wouldn't.
Making my bed every day has definitely been a small win that makes me mentally high five myself, and I'm getting better at the 'one minute rule' and I make sure to do at least one thing from my "makes me happy" list every day. Although actually I get a tick for everything I do, which I love! I love ticks! And it's great because I''ve got two guaranteed ticks every day: Read a chapter before bed - check! Handstand against a wall: check!*
Other resolutions though I'm finding a little trickier to stick to. I think it's all linked to the lack of sleep. I'm finding it really hard to go to bed every night at 9.30, even though I love sleep. Lately I've also been waking up every morning at 3 am. Every morning. 3 am. My naturopath friend made me a sleep tincture which tastes leg-shakingly and stampingly disgusting, but now I only wake up at 5 am. Not ideal, but so much better. However, I have a significant sleep-deficit and when over tired I tend to get over excited and happy and then sad but definitely not sleepy. Except after lunch at work when all I want is to curl up under my desk for a nap. But I'm meant to be an adult now and somehow I don't think naps are traditionally adult-y..
I also hurt my back which hasn't been conducive to sleeping. Or lifting my arms. Or breathing too deeply. I did it at a free booty shaking class they give at my pole studio. I've been doing pole classes for a couple of months now and I absolutely adore them! They're so much fun and ever so good for you! And the bruises are proud badges of honour/battle scars. The booty shaking is purely for fun but is also very good exercise. I did something to my back last Friday though, which I ignored. I went to pole on Monday night and by the end of the hour I could barely move, but I ignored it again and went to a two hour session on Wednesday night. That's when it started hurting me to breathe. Unfortunately, I said to myself, breathing is something you probably want to do, so today I finally went to the physio.
I always wait till the last minute to visit doctors and other health care professionals. They're busy people. And I'm probably fine. All in my bed an what not. Just wasting their valuable time in which they could be out saving peoples' lives and doing other super doctorly things (such as stocking up on lollipops and maybe eavesdropping through walls on behalf of the Crown with their stethoscopes). I also don't like people touching my feet, because feet are gross, and I usually go to physios for my feet. And the physios are usually good looking young men. And I almost always forget to shave before going. All in all, it's just awkward. But I sucked it up today and got a lovely woman and she didn't have to touch my feet once! She put on this amazing kinesitape stuff and I've now got a little warm strap on my back! I don't know how it works or what it does, but, I'm going to assume now and forever more that it is magic. Unfortunately I've been banned from pole for a week (I may have pretended it was pole and not booty shaking that got me in this mess. I know I should hold my head high for my hobbies but somehow booty shaking seems less acceptable than pole dancing. Maybe because the word 'booty' is in the title. Although, for all anyone knows it's actually a pirate booty shaking class! I actually spend an hour every Friday shaking treasure chests and yelling "YARRRRRRRRRR!" The advanced classes wear eye patches and peg legs. I think I feel a fitness craze coming on...).
Hopefully with my magic strip tonight I'll sleep like a teenager (babies, as far as I've heard, don't actually sleep all that well so that's a silly saying to my mind) and so from tomorrow all my resolutions will be easier to stick to. In the mean time the physio hasn't mentioned anything about handstands against the wall, and a girl needs her ticks!
*I'm quite slow when it comes to some things and while, apparently, every other kid everywhere else spent hours doing handstands against walls, I have only very recently learned how in my pole class. It's amazing what a quick rush of blood to the head can do for one's happiness and self-esteem, not to mention one's rosy cheeks!
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