Seven days left in our official fundraising campaign, three days before we need the funds, we’ve hit…and exceeded…our goal of raising half the fund we need for a years worth of insurance. Now we’re into the stretch goal, and starting to think about covering all the insurance, and getting some more loaner gear for students. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed…you folks are showing some serious support. Thank you!

I’m looking forward to getting back into training. Since I quit my previous job, got married, had a lovely honeymoon and have settled into a nice, new job…I’ve added about six inches to my waistline. That really didn’t take long…Good food and happiness can have that effect, I guess. A big part of the gain has been due to the serious decrease in exercise. Twelve km of walking, and thirty km of biking every day is a good bit of exercise to not be doing anymore.

I’m remembering what life used to be like back when I was caring a lot of extra weight. It’s not that you feel tired all the time, it’s more that you sort of expect to be tired all the time, so you naturally do less. It seems like the easiest thing in the world to stop on the escalator instead of walking up, because…gosh darned it, I really deserve just this little rest, right now… And with that kind of attitude, it’s entirely reasonable to think that you can skip the gym or the healthy dinner option just tonight because you deserve this one night of rest, right? Tomorrow will be the good day. Fresh start tomorrow! …Sure.

I hate it when people dig into fat people, thinking that punishing them will show them the error of their ways. What horseshit. Weight gain is a consequence of living in the modern world. There is no blame there. It’s just the way things are. It’s a thing you have to find a way to deal with, just like commuting in heavy traffic, or high rental costs, or being crowded on the bus. You just have to accept this as a condition of modern life. Accept it, and ditch the blame game thing. Blaming just gets in the way of coping.

If I know my commute is going to be busy, yelling at the other drivers for daring to drive at the same time as me is only going to get me that much closer to a heart attack. And even sitting in traffic, I’m still alive, and full of the opportunity to be alive. I’m not going to waste my time being frustrated and angry. I’m going to relax. Find some music I like. Teach myself to sing opera. Whatever. I’m responsible for my own happiness. If I can find a solution to the traffic issue, I will do something about hit happily. But until then, the best thing I can do is make myself happy.

Accepting weight gain as part of life allows you to find ways to be happy. And being happy, you can start to look for solutions…not because you feel terrible, but because when you are happy, you want to keep being happy. You want to make life easier for yourself, you want to make things smoother, neater…so you try to balance the poor food choices and enforced lethargy in ways that make you even more happy.

For me, I love a good workout. Not a boring workout, but an intense, challenging, tough…playful, engaging, entertaining and amusing workout. I want a two hour workout to fly by like it was ten minutes of play. And only these classes do that for me. I know I can match my former daily travel routine with two, two hour classes a week…and have a gas doing it. I can’t wait. Just a few more days!