It’s been a slightly strange weekend. Gorgeous weather and a
wedding on Friday meant a great start. And I think the choir did pretty well –
one slightly hairy moment in ‘Oh Happy Day’, but the choral self-righting
mechanism (known technically as ‘watching the conductor’ kicked in pretty quickly
and all was well again. Lovely to be part of such a special occasion and I wish
the happy couple well.
I did a lot of walking too. It’s ticked up to five or six
miles a day in one go (that’s excluding the little trips to the shops which
mount up too.) I've been finding in the last year or so that it is much harder
to sleep in for the morning. I remember as I guess a teenager my parents always
being up early and them saying that they just couldn't lie-in any more. And,
unless I've been on a really late one the night before (which isn't then a
lie-in, it’s just a time-shifted normal sleep) I tend to be awake by 7 even
without an alarm. So on a non-work day I get up, have some breakfast and go out
walking for an hour or so before it gets busy. There is definitely an endorphin
release that comes from exercise, and this is magnified by being back home at
maybe 9 / 9:30 and thinking I've done that already when a year ago I’d still be
just getting up.
And I seem to have come off a plateau at the gym as well, in
that I'm managing to use an exercise bike for longer and at more intensity than
I had even a week ago. And I haven’t died of heart failure once. To illustrate
what I mean, two weeks ago if I did 30 minutes on a bike which (according to
the bike) burned about 330 calories, I was done in, and coasting for the last
five minutes. I'm now doing 35 or 40 minute and pushing close to 500 calories,
and maintaining the effort for the full time. And I had my first go on a cross
trainer on Saturday. I don’t like it much because I have to think too much
(bike just involves music on and subconscious brain takes over – not so the x-trainer
(yet)).
I think this is quite easy to explain – since the end of May
I've lost nearly twenty pounds in weight. I remember on various TV shows
watching people who had lost weight being presented with the equivalent weight (usually
in packets of lard or bags of sugar) and being told “this is what you were
carrying around with you”. So that’s 9 bags of sugar or 36 packets of lard that
I'm not dragging around on the bike.I may go and carry something like that around Sainsburys for ten minutes later, just to remind myself...
Other good stuff – I'm really starting to get into learning
the Rachmaninov for the Prom two weeks today. It’s so fast that I still have
some way to go, but I do now for the first time thing it is doable. And I'm
also loving the ukulele – it got a thousand times easier when I figured I
should cut my nails on my left hand. I can be really slow some times!
The weird (arguably not so good) bits? Well, this was the
first weekend when I was largely left to my own devices since I moved house.
And I still feel that I really need to be “doing something” all the time – that
a moment spent doing nothing is a moment wasted (and I have wasted enough of my
life I feel). With no planned events (rehearsals, dinners, catch-ups etc.) this
got me a little edgy by Sunday night, because I’d done most of the things I
needed to do, and still had some time left. This worries me because, as of
Thursday I am on holiday, so if I am like that after two days, how will it be
after two weeks? I hope (and suspect) this is just a short-term adjustment
thing. I need to learn to relax, and to accept that an hour spent doing very
little is by no means a bad thing.
I'm likely to be very busy the next three days* tying off
loose ends at work, but after that I’d like to think I will be blogging quite a
bit over the next fortnight – and perhaps on slightly more meaningful stuff – particularly
if I don’t manage to figure out where my own personal off switch is!
* To prove that, whilst I wrote this at 7 o'clock this
morning, this is the first time I've had the chance at work to take the fully
30 seconds required to upload it!
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