Thursday, February 23, 2012
My plan to get uncomfortable
I posted the other day about how I've become very comfort seeking, this winter. I've been keeping myself locked up and cozy in a pair of fleece pants. I've been wearing socks with Crocs, (only inside the house, but still... )
I can only get so comfortable before I start to get complacent. I get so comfortable that I kind of start to rot.
I need to let things be hard. I need to make things hard, so that I don't just melt into the low light of my reading lamp.
The truth is, making myself comfortable is boring. It's cushy and safe and slow-moving, and it's also killing me.
I have some ideas about how to get uncomfortable and get going.
What I'm doing:
High Intensity Intervals - Oh my god, I've been doing the same boring cardio for YEARS. Doing the same boring thing has only gotten me so far. It's also gotten me to a point where I'd rather puke than workout.
I've been getting very into the idea that we should do things that would have benefited our ancestors. Things like eating actual food, growing actual food and exercising in ways that would have made sense when we were hunter/gatherers.
I've decided on long, moderate bouts of walking or biking alternating with sessions of Interval Training. That way, I'll be able to hunt and forage for food, and if a predator attacks me, I can hurry up and scramble up the nearest tree.
Strength Training - I just feel like being able to do something tough, like deadlifting more than my body weight. (I'm sorry Kurt. This isn't the woman you married.) I've started strength training every other day.
Get mad - I want to write with my guts. I want to parent with my guts. I'm tired of watching television and holding out for nap time. I want to just explode all over the place.
Work hard for my food - If I'm going to eat crusty bread and cheese and desserts, I have to go through the pains of making them. I've been feeling very much like a brainless consumer, lately and it's making me ill.
Go new places and meet new people - We've kind of gotten stuck in a library/school/same park every warm day loop. The thought of going to that same park kind of makes me feel like I'm going to cry. We need to go somewhere unusual, at least once a week, even if that unusual place involves packing snacks and making diapers and looking up directions and driving in traffic and expending energy once we get there.
There's my plan, so far.
Do you have any tips for me, about how to get uncomfortable and get things done? I'm not going to grow by sitting here in my maternity pants and sock-slippers.