Exes. Sigh.

To the Ex-Boyfriends of the world:

Please realize you are an ex for a reason.  I don't care how horny, lonely, bored, nostalgic, or how much you  miss me, please, just...don't try and contact me.

If for some reason, you cannot help yourself, just do us both a favor & make your intentions known from the get-go.  Don't send me some lame "how are you" text...if you wanna hook up, be honest.  If you just want to say hi b/c you're feeling nostalgic, say so.

Don't send ambiguous texts that could mean a zillion things.  As little as a  month & a half ago, I would've caved so fast & responded & walked down this road...again. This time, I don't even feel the need to respond...am I curious? of course!! Also, I was a little annoyed..Like, WTF. we BROKE UP.  I had such a sense of finality. Our conversation didn't really seem like there was any sort of possibility for us to reconcile again.  But, yeah, I'm still a little curious as to what the eff he wants.

Sure, at one point, I thought Nate could be "it." & I know he felt the same about me too.  But, we were  both wrong. I took off my rose-colored glasses & was able to see the flaws in our relationship.

I'm happy. Like, really happy. Things are going well w/my career, my life in general, I'm DATING again...yeah, The Boy & I are like, brand new & not even really official or anything close to it, but the fact remains: there is someone else in my life.  My heart isn't Nate's anymore. It hasn't been for awhile.

I even noticed The Boy when Nate was still kinda in the picture...which is a big thing b/c I was just not interested in noticing anyone other than Nate for most of our on-again-off-again-romance.

I just seriously don't understand why exes can't stay where they belong.  At least it's not...josh!!

Sick.

I somehow managed to come down with a wicked cold sometime around Wednesday afternoon/Thursday morning.

Basically, it started out as a sore throat, slowly the sniffles came on & it resulted in a pretty awful headcold Friday afternoon.

I was also on call for RVA (Rape Victims Adovocates) on Thursday from 7pm-7am & got a call around 4am & had to go to the hospital with the survivor & didn't get to leave till almost 8...3 hours of sleep on Thursday, directly following a much-later-than-usual night on Tuesday night probably didn't help.

Friday, I was at my parents & totally & completely miserable the whole night.  I could barely breathe & was beyond exhausted.  My parents were amused.

You'd think not feeling all that great would deter me from attempting any sort of workout...but you'd be wrong.  Thursday, I did a yoga class followed by about 20 minutes on the elliptical for some cardio...then, found a distraction in the form of an extremely cute boy. Whoops.

Friday I still attemtped a work out and my body basically rejected it. I should've left well-enough alone....but I'm too stupid and stubborn to do that.

Really, I haven't had a quality workout since, like, Monday.  Not okay.

I'm feeling SO much better...I guess 11 hours of sleep will do that to a person...now, I'm about to go get a pedicure b/c well...I haven't pampered myself in quite some time, so why not??

Whoa.

I like a boy!!

Miracles do happen!

I thought I was gonna spend a long time in self-imposed singleness, but it was only about a month & a half (longer if you count the time we weren't ACTUALLY together).'

Several guys have asked/alluded to wanting to take me out, but I wasn't interested but this guy...there was something different that made me accept when he asked me on a date & things have been moving nice and slow and in a positive direction ever since.

It's so nice to date easily. No wondering what I should say, how I should act, what I should do...just doing it.

It's even nicer having someone like me for me-the whole crazy, silly, feisty, stubborn, opinionated, strong-personality-ied self.

Whoa.

The "D" Word.

So, it's not secret I've developed a slight aversion to dating...ok maybe "developed" is the wrong word.
"have had for quite some time but recently was seriously reignited" is probably a lot more accurate.
after the Anthony & Nate debacles, I was pretty much done.
No more dating. No more relationships. No more heartbreak. Just not interested in what it had to offer.
Too bad that lasted only a month.
It was a quick, fairly easy-definitely not painless-but quick and easy getting over Nate the second time.
Taking a step back and taking emotions out of it, it was easy to see how actually NOT awesome he was, thus helping me to expedite what could've been a rather long process.
However, I met a cute guy on Friday and we went out on Sunday.
We (obviously) aren't dating yet, or anywhere close, but we are talking and flirting.
I'm enjoying myself. It's nice. I'm not running away or huddling in the fetal position in fear.
It really helps he seems to sense that I'm a flight risk of sorts and is not pushing anything too much.
Chatting at the gym yesterday, texting throughout the day today...not too much but not too little either.
I am enjoying re-learning what it feels to have a new crush, full of possibilities and the silly feelings that accompany it.
If I learned anything from the mess with Nate, it was not to push anything. (& okay, so maybe the New Boy & I kissed some on Sunday. I just like to find out if that works.)
To move slowly. To not  rush into a relationship. To give things time to grow and develop.
So, despite the fact it's obvious we are interested in each other, I'm just gonna let it go with this guy and see what happens.
I'm just proud of myself I'm not longer living in fear of dating.
This is big.

Hmm..

As I mentioned earlier, I'm going thru what I am calling an "existential crisis." I also mentioned way back when the book "The Happiness Project" I read in the beginning of the year.

Over the course of the past few months, this is something I've really been struggling with: happiness. contentment. peace. joy. all of those types of emotions. Not that I haven't been feeling them, because I totally have, but sometimes...not so much.  It's kind of a weird feeling, when you go from always being a happy person to...not. Now, some of this was brought on by an attempt at a new birth control, which legit made me CRAZY & I lasted a month on it, and a little bit of sadness from the whole Nate ordeal, but still.

I just started the next chapter of my life and the transition has been slightly terrifying, totally overwhelming, totally thrilling, inspiring a variety of emotion in me.

So. I decided to re-read "The Happiness Project." I love the idea & I've been toying around with the idea of doing my own version (likely shorter. I doubt I have don't have the focus to do it for a full year!!) but it's defintitely intriguing enough for me to want to do.

The first chapter she details what she calls her "Splendid Truths" & "Secrets of Adulthood." As I was reading I starting thinking of some of my own...except my "Secrets of Adulthood" are actually "Secrets of Your Mid/Late Twenties." (& b/c I am just not comfortable calling myself an adult quite yet.) Stay tuned, b/c I'm thinking this will be a fun project.

Learning to Rest

(Mostly) Written on Monday

Today, I decided to take a day off of the gym.  I did a seriously intense leg workout on Friday & I'm still kinda sore. The workout was nothing I hadn't done before, but I FINALLY was able to get some time on the squat rack for the first time in a LONG time. (I always am on a fairly set time table when I go to the gym and that's not always conducive to waiting for the meathead guys to finish using it). ANYWAY. Finally reuniting with the squat rack made me really miss it.  There's something that makes me feel like a superwoman when I squat with the 65#. I've done A LOT more than that but since it's been so long, I decided to go a little lighter and holy crap, I am so glad i did.  I feel like an old lady when walking up & down stairs, but if you want a great ass, heavy squatting is awesome.

ANYWAY. The point of this is that I took the day off of the gym. This is big for 2 reasons: 1) i didn't work out yesterday (i was at the pride parade...i am hilariously red. who forgets sunscreen on a day she's gonna be outside for 7 hours? THIS GIRL.) & I hate taking 2 days off in a row. 2) I almost never skip a Monday. Monday workouts are typically my favorites b/c they set the tone for the week & I've found if I skip a Monday, it's easier to get lackadaisical & skip other days.

However, when I woke up this morning I was feeling a little nauseous...as previously stated, I was outside for 7 hours yesterday. Plus a fabulous margarita in the sunshine. So this morning, I was just bleh. I knew that if I got up and ate a bowl of cereal or something, I'd feel better, but I checked in with my body (such a weird thing to say, but something that feels so completely natural to me since I've started working out so regularly) & realized my body was just tired. I spent the majority of the day yesterday standing and/or walking (when did a 2 mile walk become a breeze?) & my legs were still kinda sore. Since the last thing I want to do is overtrain or burnout on the gym, I decided it was okay to take the day.

Up until as recent as probably 5 months ago, Cognitively, I understood the purpose & importance of rest days, but it wouldn't stop me from feeling guilty, lazy, and gross. BUT, on the flip side, too frequently, I would find myself going too hard and having to take several days off in a row or going super sporadically for two weeks in a row...and my fitness level and health suffered accordingly. 

 Nowadays, I embrace my rest days...not because I'm excited to sleep in or whatever, but b/c as Gina states,  "I think it’s so important to take time for YOU. For weight training, it’s pretty common knowledge that results happen during rest. The same thing holds true for LIFE."  Rest days are so important for training. Giving myself & my body a break isn't a bad thing, it's needed, it's necessary, it's safe and it's effective. Last week, on my mid-week rest day, my metabolism was so revved up it was ridiculous. I at practically non-stop for almost 12 hours...I was rationing my food while I worked to ensure I wouldn't be starving by the time my shift ended. Rest days are honoring my body, not insulting it. 

I've been determined lately to honor my body, my self, my mind, and my heart. I'm trying to "eat clean" more (I love food-healthy or unhealthy, so I do not feel at all guilty about the fact I just ate an cookie ice cream sandwich from Trader Joe's right before I finished typing this up), I'm trying to get more sleep, I started seeing a new therapist, I'm reaching out to friends, I am being wise about dating (which is why I am not dating anyone right now...I've had several guys suggest "going out.")

Since my life has picked up speed so quickly the past month or so, rest days-from the gym, from work, from life-have become something of a hot commodity. I'm the type of person who prefers to ALWAYS be doing something. I am bad at relaxing for more than an hour or two at a time. I feel like I need to be moving in some way,shape or form.  Frequently on rest days from the gym, I'll take walks. I can take in my glorious city, relax, and enjoy being outside...without trying to break a sweat or lift a higher weight. 

Taking time to just...be...is something that I am still getting comfortable with. That's what this whole post is about: resting. I say I do well being single, being on my own...but also, I'm constantly on the go. I'm constantly texting, calling, emailing...does that really constitute as being alone? I rarely just take time for myself and just exist. I've been doing it more lately, but it's still something I'm working on. It's so funny to me how being introspective about my rest day lead me to consider how important rest is every facet of my life. Learning how to slow down will continue to be something to work on...and likely will be a slow process itself b/c well...sometimes it takes me a time or two or ten to finally get something.