january 2021 wrap-up

by the numbers…

  • nine books read
  • fifteen days with bible study
  • just under seven, on average, for hydration
  • thirty days in conversation with hafiz
  • thirty days with psalms
  • seven vigils prayed
  • twenty journal entries
  • thirteen sessions of exercising

i wrote about…

…physical factors, really–I wrote about the baseline for my journey in exercise, the workout I’m comfortable doing, and I shared two weigh-ins that aren’t very different. I cooked a crazy hot meal for New Year’s Day; I read twelve books; I waxed on best mornings and the spiritual practice of study. And of course, I marked the passage of time and explained the weird way I do so in regards to this project.

goals and projections for february…

body: exercise more frequently, intentionally, and diversely. stop eating fun garbage.
spirit: develop a daily intercessory prayer routine; twenty sessions on 2 Corinthians
heart: buy no books, still (which is harder than it seems)
community: run DND twice; attend a couple local governing meetings
world: plot the garden out, and order seeds
mind: read six books, even if one is Les Miserables (which is currently on the bedside table!); finish course work for D.Min project.
soul: use pomodoro blocker during the work day; journal twenty times; blog sixteen times.

Is it weird to put “I’m going to blog more?” on a blog post? Too late!

wednesday weigh-in (2 of 26)

January 13, 2021: 222 pounds.
January 27, 2021: 223.4 pounds.

I am okay with this. First, it’s 20 ounces, which is negligible. Second, while I have worked out eight times this month (seven of which were after the thirteenth), only two have been cardio. I have gotten better with hydration, I am getting better at steps (especially with the elliptical boost to the numbers!) but let’s be real–I am not putting in the work I know I have to take to lose weight. I’m maintaining, and I am aware of that.

wednesday weigh-in (1 of 26)

Weight is not the only indicator of health. I will repeat this over and over again–the amount of pounds a person carries is not the only factor in determining health. And I am not telling you what to do, what is right, or what is healthy for your circumstance. Good? Good.

Today, January 13, 2021, I weigh 222 pounds. Around this time last year, I weighed 242 pounds. Because of diet and exercise, I affected a slow loss over the first six months of quarantine in 2020, bottoming out at 209 pounds. Since August, I have slowly regained weight because my diet and exercise have changed due to good yet different circumstances.

So I reminded myself yesterday as I exercised and felt like things were hopeless that I met a major goal last year–lose twenty pounds–and that the work this year has to be intentional and ongoing. That said:

  • I have not really watched my diet. I’m grazing, and grazing on unhealthy but delicious things! I have to reign it in.
  • I have not really lost weight in January–I believe I was at 224 at the start of the year. This is probably the new status quo; if I want to lose more of this gut, I have to change my habits.
  • I am trying only to lose three or four pounds a month, which is healthy and slow. I have not decided (or really considered) what it would mean to lose more than that. But that’s not a concern–I have one or two more pounds to lose in the next seventeen days. Doable!
  • I cannot get back into the swing of regular exercise. I like to work out when it is dark in the morning–I do bodyweight exercise in the front room of our house. It needs to be dark because I do not want to be seen and there’s a good spirit at 5:30 a.m. I can’t quite explain. But I’ve only worked out twice. And I need to remedy that. Because exercise helps moderate weight loss.
  • I have drunk more water the last few weeks, getting back into the habit of perpetual hydration.

Is this interesting to anyone but me? Surely not. But I’ve promised to do these–only 25 more this year!

it is going to snow

credit: Alain Audet, from here.

I grew up outside of Saint Louis, Missouri, and we had snow in the winter. Maybe not a lot, but some, and I cannot remember a winter without it.

I moved to Texas in 2007, and there were maybe three instances of meaningful snow. (There was also the time TCU cancelled classes for two days because of an eighth of an inch of snow, but that’s not to be discussed on this blog, surely.)

I am now in Kansas. We are expecting five to eight inches. I am very excited because I love snow. I am very excited, too, because it is to happen tonight, the last night of 2020, and into the morning of the first night of 2021.

This is not a blog about New Year’s Resolutions. This is a blog that begins, formally, on the first of January because I have benchmarks and goalposts in this continual work of transformation–I want to work toward something–and I am so very excited to start the new year.

I have recently talked resolutions with a few friends, and none of them do New Year’s Resolutions. To be honest, I don’t officially, either–I take inventory, alter course, and keep aiming for the next right thing. I love calendars and goal tracking–tonight’s my jam, y’all! It’s okay to start over again and again and again, so long as there’s progress. I realize it means it’s not a clean restart–there’s always nuance.

Today is a simple day. I will be taking care of some work matters that must be addressed. I’ll be reading for class in a few weeks, and then making dinner. Tonight, I have no idea what we’re going to do until midnight, because The Kid has decided she’s going to try to stay up. At some point, I will be archiving my orange book and blessing the 2021’s Blue Book. And I am going to watch the snow fall. I am so ready, I hope it does not get blown off course.

Welcome to arthur the lesser, though we begin in earnest tomorrow. Bundle up!