Two-Track Mind. Ok, Really It's Just One Track

All I can think about right now is (1) working out and (2) my wedding.

Well, there's also a good bit of "must maximize beauty" thinking, but that's closely related to the wedding and includes the working out.

I guess what I'm really trying to say is that I'm obsessing constantly over "how beautiful can I possibly become in just 2 short weeks?"

I'm obsessed with glowing skin and lustrous hair, toned muscles, and the zen mind that comes from all of the activities that lead to the skin, hair and muscles. I'm eating ridiculously healthily, drinking tons of water and barely any wine or champagne, drinking green smoothies every morning, exfoliating religiously, sitting in the steam room every few days and a hot herbal stress-relieving bath all of the other days. I'm also whitening my teeth, putting french scalp-stimulating oil on my head, taking hair- and nail-enhancing herbs, sleeping 8 hours a night, rubbing cuticle oil on my cuticles twice a day, using my neti pot every day, and taking an Ayurvedic blend of three detoxifying fruits everyday.

And then there's the working out. I'm going to yoga class, circuit training, doing kick-ass ab work, hitting the elliptical, playing basketball, running. Like, twice a day now I'm working out.

I mean, who has time for work or Christmas shopping when there's one's beauty to think of?

But the craziest part of it all? I'm thinking more and more, as I feel better and better, that I should live like this all the time. Even after the wedding. Yikes.

..But Not a Complete Jock!

If you know me in real life, or have been reading here for a while, you know that my first love is yoga, not circuit training or running.

Well, actually, my first love was ballet, but that's neither here nor there.

When I've had gym memberships before, I selected the gym based on the yoga schedule and teachers and only used my membership for yoga classes. This time, the gym came to my neighborhood and I joined with yoga sight unseen.

Tonight I took my first opportunity to try a class with the one and only teacher whose classes will be available to me during the normal workweek. If I like her, I could possibly make it to 4 classes a week (2 of them are at 545, which will be tough, but probably doable on a semi-regular basis). Getting back to a 3- or 4-class-a-week practice would be a dream come true for me. So, obviously, I was very curious and also anxious that I may not like her class. After 15 years of practice, I'm awfully particular and know what I like and what I don't.

I'm happy to report that although it started off a tad worrisome, that phase ended quickly and all in all, the class was well-sequenced, quality, and tough enough to really challenge me. I sweated my ass off and worked hard.

I hadn't been to a class in quite a while, so feeling that good, deep centering and release that you get from a good class was DELICIOUS. We also ran over, making it a 75 minute deal. Even better!

I'm already scheming around getting to tomorrow's 545..

Yes, I Am Now a Jock. What of It?

It's been a fabulous weekend, and everything just seems hopeful and exciting and happy!

What I'm most excited about at the moment is my Christmas gift from Sweetie: a 2-year membership to a brand-new, huge, swanky, gym that's basically across the street from my house. Well, across Forest Drive from my house. Sweetie got himself a membership too, and I'm almost as excited for him as for myself, because he's been driving 20-30 minutes each way to go to his old (old as in former, AND old as in crappy and run-down) gym--not exactly time he has to spare. So, since his office is 3 doors down from said gym, he's within 2 minutes of the place whether he's at work or at home.

Yesterday morning I spent 2 hours in the place: I took advantage of my free personal training session (and did NOT fall prey to the sales pitch for a training program), played a little basketball with Sweetie on the indoor court while I waited for my running buddy to arrive for some run/walk on the indoor track (fabulous, since it was raining and in the 30s outside), ran/walked for another 45 minutes, then hit the steam room for some detox.

I don't know if it's that my wedding is 2 weeks from Thursday, or just a growing love of working out and how great it makes me feel, or both, but I am completely gung ho. Sweetie's thrilled, because he's been a gym rat his entire life. Now we have something else to do together--something a bit healthier than going out for drinks and dinner all the time!

The Rain is Gone

After a trying few days, the crisis is over, and everything is back to normal.

Hopefully for good!

Things Could Be Worse. Much Worse.

It's been a great week, in many ways. I've been engrossed in work, very successfully trying 3 cases in a marathon day on Tuesday, cranking out the pleadings yesterday, and tying up many loose ends today in meetings and on the phone. I've done a lot of yoga and a little circuit training and a little running. I've gotten good sleep every night since Sunday. I had drinks with two friends on two separate nights and had lunch with another. I've resolved several personal tasks that were hanging over my head.

Late afternoon tomorrow, I'm heading to Hilton Head for the weekend, where I plan to relax, read, run on the beach, take a yoga class, maybe get a facial or massage in the resort's spa, and dance to the cheesy yet fun beach music that's always the live music in the resort's bar.

It's all good!

Taking a Break..

I'm going to take a little time away from blogging, Twitter, Facebook..I have some things to think about, and want to avoid some of the chatter.

Have a great week!

Grateful to Have Survived Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving went swimmingly. There was no drama, my sister-in-law's daughters were on time for the first time, dinner was delicious, Sweetie had fun, Ruthie had a fabulous day of catching dropped food and being given food (and didn't even get sick last night, a miracle!), and all-in-all it was a picture of family harmony. The 3-year-old, who was terrified of Ruthie at Mother's Day dinner, was obsessed by her this time, and followed her around mercilessly for hugs, kisses, and "petting" (aka putting his hands around her face). She is so sweet-tempered that she didn't snap at him once, making me a very proud mama!

So, I'm greatly relieved.

Otherwise, Sweetie and I are enjoying our long weekend. He was my trainer for my run/walk program yesterday morning, then we did No More Trouble Zones together (he marveling that I regularly do that kick-ass workout as part of my regimen), we had a wonderful, quiet evening with leftovers and the Godfather marathon on AMC, and we're heading to Asheville this afternoon.

Oh, I can hardly wait! I think a weekend away as a family (well, of COURSE Ruthie is coming!) is just what we need after weeks of baseball and appeals court briefs interference in our relationship!