Friday, May 4, 2012

Perks of Working Downtown - The Series

If you have met me, you will have undoubtedly been presented with my love of all things Seattle. I have, on occasion, made such proclamations as "I'd marry it if I could", "Is it possible to make love to a city?", and "Mmm, Seattle". It's safe to say that I, Krystal Bishop, am a Seattlephile.

On my way back from lunch a scant four minutes ago, my nutrient-starved brain started making a list of all the things I love about working downtown. Oh, sure... there are pages and lists galore online touting the many amazing reasons why one should visit downtown Seattle (most not moving past Pike Place Market, the Space Needle/Seattle Center/EMP, and the Ducks)... but where's the love for Seattle's faithful proletariat?

It's here.

Perks of Working Downtown - #1:
This one may/should be obvious, but the close proximity to and and everything is kind of key here. Whether it's food you need or errands that won't wait, the convenience factor is HIGH.

Maybe it's the nice li'l flood of endorphins talking (hello... desk job!), but I am one happy girl.

I mean, come on, we have our own VILLAIN.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Want Some Fat With That Whine?

Have you ever had a dinner guest that stayed longer than you intended them to?
The meal is over, dessert and coffee have been consumed and pleasantries by the door were over 15 minutes ago, but instead they have taken up residency on your couch, loosened their belt and asked you where you keep the spare toothbrushes.

That's how I'm feeling about certain bad habits that I've been trying to shake. I've gone through the formalities (Identify the Problem, Make a List, Visualize), but there they are, camped out on the love seat of my psyche. Still. I mean, it's been years people. YEARS.

The primary habit that I want/need to address is likely the root of all (my) evil: Procrastination

I could do/have done literally nothing of any import for hours when I've had a deadline screaming towards me, only because I'm scared that it (the project) is going to be a lot of work that I might end up failing at. Yet again, I let the opinions of others color my better judgement. Yet again, I make excuses for why I shouldn't get started on a task. Yet again, I disappoint the only person that matters: myself.

So, I've Identified the Problem. Super. I don't really feel like making a list because, let's face it; a true procrastinator knows how to dodge even the most well-crafted lists... and I am a Master List Maker. It's like my brain equates making a list about the shit that needs to get done with actually getting said shit done.
"See, Krystal?" My brain asks - apparently not knowing that it, too, is a part of the entity known as 'Krystal'. Dumb, dumb brain. "You DID something! You tackled the problem! YOU DID ALL THE THINGS!" When, in actuality, I just laid out all the steps that I already had a handle on in my head, and brought them into stark relief to glare up at me from the paper.

The secondary habit that I want/need to address is a known contributor to my state of mind: Poor Health Habits

Do you know how many pins are in my Healthy Making Stuff-ery board on Pinterest Hm? There are six pins, I'll have you know, and they consist of exercises you can do to to slim your inner thighs, tighten your tummy, tone your ass, have smart cardio intervals, and even a workout designed for a curvy body type. Out of those, how many do you think I've put to use in the last ever?
Zero?
... you're a genius.

Oh, sure... I've made some fairly good strides lately. Gone are the whole milk caramel macchiatos, replaced with nonfat or soy. Gone are the bowls of instant mashed potatoes for lunch, replaced by something that actually contains high amounts of protein and low amounts of fat. We are now having healthy, homemade smoothies for breakfast every morning. I am buying the low-fat/low-sodium version of just about everything. Hell, I have even flipped off Top Pot Doughnuts when I walk past them in the morning/evening.

None of these things will make any difference, flip-offs aside, without some good old-fashioned exercise. Yaaaaaay. When to fit that in?

Here's my weekday schedule:
5:00 a.m. - Wake Up And Not Kill The Husband And Children
5:00 - 6:00 a.m. - Get dressed, make lunches, make smoothies, gather the day's accoutrements 
6:00 - 6:35 a.m. - Take Steve to work, and kids to daycare
**7:10 - 7:45 a.m. (ish) - Carpool to work with my Mother-in-Law**
8:00 - 12:30 p.m. - Work
12:30 - 1:30 p.m. - Lunch
1:30 - 5:00 p.m. - Work (unless there's an evening meeting, then it's 8:30/9:30 p.m.)
**5:00 - 5:50 p.m. (ish) - Carpool home with my Mother-in-Law**
5:50 - 6:50 p.m. - Play with kids
6:50 - 7:50 p.m. - Make dinner
7:50 - 8:20 p.m. - Eat, clean up after dinner, make Rex's night time bottle
8:20 - 9:00 p.m. - Snuggle Bruce to sleep (Steve has Rex)
**9:00 - 10/11:00 p.m. - Time with Steve, my first/only break in the day, time to write...**
10/11:00 p.m. - Sleep...
** = Will be changing in tasks/actions starting May 7th, when school starts**

I'm sure there are ways I can tweak my schedule to allow for exercising. I know there is a lot that I can do at my desk (see Healthy Making Stuff-ery). I'm just having trouble getting past that all-consuming fear of failure, inadequacy and laziness. It's amazing the ways that Life can really push your buttons.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Year of the GETOFFYOURASS

... or, as I have come to call it, "Let's not get fat again, m'kay?"

I sort-of feel sorry for whoever is reading this blog - if anyone - because, really, this first post is bound to be the single most confusing/off-putting mental diarrhea I have ever put out there. I promise that the posts will get better (more composed, a large serving of humor, etc.), but now? My brain has been constipated and needs a little relief.

Still interested?
Read on!

I am officially sick of hearing myself talk about getting in shape and improving my diet. These little 'catchphrases' are of particular annoyance:
"I'm just stuck in a rut right now..."
"I'd exercise if I could find the time..."
"Well, I tried that, but..."
"If healthy food wasn't so expensive..."


Really?
I'm allowing my health and well-being to be stopped by a mental block, time constraints, past effort and money?
It would be one thing if I didn't already spend money on groceries... but I do. Or if I couldn't find a source of inspiration... but I can. Or if I couldn't learn from past experiences... but I have. Or if I didn't have friends to kick my ass whenever I threw out some lame excuse... but they can (and will).

Enter "Year of the GETOFFYOURASS", or what I will be referring to as GOYA.

Unless you and a calendar have not made contact in a while, you will have undoubtedly noticed that it is not January 1st... rendering this either an extremely tardy New Years resolution, or me a highly accomplished procrastinator - only one of those is correct (the latter), but that doesn't matter. This is all about G-ingOYA, after all, and I fully intend to flip-off any guilt and G my A in gear.

Categories I'm focusing on:

1. Bachelor's Degree
2. Exercise
3. Voice-Overs
4. Food
5. Writing

What that entails:

1. Enroll in an online bachelor's program.
a. As-of last week, I have; I'm starting at WSU Online on May 7th, taking two classes for summer semester. 
b. Look into increasing my course load for fall semester; with only 43 credits needed to graduate, it's tantalizingly close.
c. Carve out (and, really, it will be a viciously bloody carving) the much-needed time to study - nights, weekends, days-as-of-yet-invented.

2. Um... exercise.
a. Something. Everyday. Not hard to do...
b. Zumba? Kickboxing? Dance? Swimming? Running (ohdearlordno)?

3. Training... and then getting out there.
a. As-of 5/20, I will; I've enrolled in a 4-week course/workshop with a local expert... and might do another one.
b. Get a demo together (WHERE? MONEY?)
c. Head shots (WHERE? MONEY?)

4. Don't be stupid about food choices.
a. Candy is not a meal.
b. Smoothies are.
c. If it's highly processed, it's probably a "stupid".

5. Put pen to paper. Repeat. Bask in the glow of accomplishment.
a. As-of June, 2012, I am published; Cascadia Community College's annual magazine is publishing two pieces of mine - a flash fiction and a poem.
b. Make time once a week to write (SET A PAGE GOAL?).
c. Keep a notebook on myself at all time, and become that creepy girl taking notes on seemingly random things.

See? Mental diarrhea.
I suggest washing your hands.

More (better-ly constructed word-things) next time...

Krystal