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…..I am or am I going to make it to yoga

Yes I am!  It is scheduled, planned for, and I am already in the city, no commute needed…

And yet,… the morning is gently sliding by, restful and soft… scratching the dog,  relaxing.. thinking of all the wonderful choices possible, blog… walk… nap…

The problem with yoga is that I will have to leave the house, step out, use the car, drive 2 miles… I mean I am dressed and ready, there is no need for this Sunday morning inertia..

I want to go, I need to go, I should go, I can go… will I go?

YES, I am going to yoga… be back late to finish this post ……

WOW, am I glad I went to yoga!  The class was challenging and exhilarating, spiritual and muscular…

… and ended with a wonderful relaxation.

 

 

 

chubby cheetah in chicago

….walking  8 miles a day…  Go Chubby, Go Chubby..

WOW…. between walking the DG, walking to the store, walking to DC, and the usual movement… the steps add up… 17,000 per DAY!

walking in the city is distinctly more interesting than walking around my suburban block!  I wonder what the dog to person ratio is?!  Big dogs, little dogs, multi dogs… young, old, lots and lots of rescue dogs…. the church on the corner sets out a bin of treats!  Across the street is a block square city park with a dog park for those dogs who don’t yet respond to their family version of come, front, touch……  And in the middle of the park is where the come, front, touch master dogs congregate for early morning play.  Roscoe is not there yet, but he is close!

then there are the people… I LOVE all the young families out walking … some are pretty amazing with babies strapped front and back and one in the stroller!  Some are very controlled, some quite laid back.  Most of them have a dog leashed to the stroller.  I wonder how that works… if that were Roscoe and he saw a squirrel… all bets off, Roscoe, stroller and baby would be vertical at the base of the tree….. with the squirrel grinning down at them..

City squirrels are unique, suburban squirrels flee, city squirrels taunt… as in … you can see me, I am just out of reach, and you will NEVER catch me.!

Interesting, I started out to talk about Chubby Cheetah, yet the words have taken me to descriptive city life experiences.

I wonder if a vibrant, busy active life removes the necessity to obsess about weight… I am eating well, eggs and toast for brekkie, turkey for lunch… lots of fruits and veggies.

Marketing closer to meal makes it easier to be ‘on plan’ and on target.. we have eaten breakfast out and brought home 1/2 or more for the next day.  We have taken advantage of Marianos meal deals, $7.. for main course and two sides… portion controlled..

City living seems to keep me outside more… away from the kitchen… hmmmm.

Well, still lots to say, but time to travel up the street to hang with DC…. wonder which DC is awaiting us today!

what is your opinion on city vs suburbs?  dog vs cat?

….weekend in chicago…

I mean, we only live 25 miles outside of Chicago, we can come in anytime we want!  But as grandparents to the greatest grand dog and grand cat in the world, we have extra opportunity due to travel plans of DD and DS..

This weekend both DD and DS are traveling, leaving us in Chi town with the dog and the cat!

Both are needy… Dogs need to be walked, fed, walked, fed and watched.  Cats are just needy. needy with attitude!  The dog appreciates our efforts and shows his love in tangible ways…

The cat takes the love and hisses.

But, I digress… the dog and the cat are merely the vehicle for DH and I to ‘reside’ in the city!  Soak up city life, walk the city streets, eat the city food… and watch the city people!

… and look forward to becoming city people ourselves in a year or two..!!!

We have been in residence since WED, (sorry for the non blogging, just so much city living to do!), settling in, unpacking and working out our schedule.

This is not our first rodeo, however it is our first with both pets at the same time…  our kids live on the same street, two miles apart, so this is a very doable deal… Although, two miles by car during rush hour is a 30 minute trip.. Walking is nearly faster, but sometimes the car is needed.

So, we are ‘living’ with the dog, the most adorable sweet still working on being adult 21 month old poodle blend you would ever want to meet.  His skill set is developing, his ability to remain on task growing, his energy unending… Today I had him at the dog park at 7:30 in the watery muddy aftermath of last nights rain… Bathed by 8… DS calls and says wow, DG (darling dog) doesn’t even get up until 9 on weekends… I wonder how they do that?!!

We visit DC (darling cat) every day.  DC slowly brings his 3 year old snotty cat body up to the recliner, and gives DH the opportunity to host him on his lap for 3 or so hours. No scratching allowed, no interaction.  Make no mistake DC is adorable, cute, funny, but sometimes not even kind to his real family.  It is all on his terms… I have stayed overnight and DC has slept with me, and I have stayed overnight and DC has swatted hissed and ignored me… even when I am the one feeding him!

Well, I have a lot more to say. about city life.. later… now we are taking DG and heading to the lakefront, water, toys, and treats on hand!

Have to be back in time for DC visit and feeding…

 

…. letting go of should…

I work part time now!   Part time now…. oh that sounds so lovely… and it is!

Except when the work in front of you is full time, or full time plus.

Not my problem, I work part time… heading to retirement, agreed, settled, signed… after 25 years with the same company, I am slipping out… slowly over the next year.

Herein lies the conflict… the paper version of my plan is delightful, the actual day to day client based work load not so delightful.

I’m flexible, wrote that into the plan, with the caveat that I am unavailable from now until the last week of June… My company is fully on board with my plan and everyone involved has been notified for weeks and months..

So, now it is on me… when the work arrives weeks late, what is my responsibility to figure out how to get it done?  None!  Well, none, according to the written and oral agreements.  None, according to my tough communications with the client…

But, not none in my heart, where my dedication, work ethic, original guilt and other conflicts lie.

Getting the work done at the expense of my time is a SHOULD, big deal should… life time should…

Letting go, stepping aside, continuing with my plans is a MUST, as in live my life MUST.  (Concepts from ‘the crossroads of should and must’ by elle luna.)

AH, not only MUST I continue with my plans, I MUST do this with a light heart, open and ready for the experiences ahead, not carrying the weight of the ‘work’ left behind.

I’m there, have been strong, have re checked in with management on my end, and reinforced the projected completion dates with the client… and then, yesterday, I offered up one of my precious days to the client.  SHEESH, what a fool!  The client will gobble it up, on their terms, cause that is, not even in a negative way, how they see it, she offered, sounds good, OK!

Totally on me for making that offer.. offer made out of a lifetime of SHOULD… Phooey on that!  Fortunately, I left myself a loophole, and I am going to exercise it.. use it… and NOT give up my day!

HOLY SHIT!  I can do that?  Yes, I can!… YES, I CAN! … Hear me roar in numbers to big to ignore (ah she is singing again!)

Ok, I’m off for a walk… part of the Chubby Cheetah improvement plan and then heading to the office to notify the client that I MUST stick to the original schedule….

thanks for helping me.  What would you do?

 

chubby cheetah starts a new week….

…. oh it is always something…

that gets in the way of weight management…

… ha, that is an excuse… we ALWAYS do what we really want to do… and sometimes that is what we need to do, other times not so much!

Priority.

Is weight a priority?  Apparently not!  Or not as big a priority as chocolate, wine and my chair!

sigh.

So, here we go… opening the door on a new week, a new possibility for a new priority…

What would make weight loss a priority for me?  More important than chocolate, wine and my chair?

Health…..

Oh shit… it is just so hard to argue with Health… really not possible to ignore Health…

Just Fuffy!… Health… BORING… way more boring than chocolate, wine and my chair… However…. yup, that required a however….. being sick/less healthy is way more boring than being well.

hrrrrmph.

Honesty is not much fun on a Monday…

The thing is that the honesty of a Monday can easily be forgotten/ignored/overshadowed by chocolate, wine and my chair by… 10am?  noon?

I can sense a change in the wind of weight management, a southern summer breeze of salad and veggies..

Because the bottom line is, as always, what does Chubby Cheetah want more.. that is the seesaw, the never ending sway…

AND, as much as Health rears it’s roar of reality, the sub reasons can be compelling as well, the body view in summer clothes versus the bulk of winter wear.

The endurance to play harder, stronger, longer in the summer sun.

OK, OK…. I am listening… !

Updates at 10!

 

 

…. mastering the three day weekend…

Today is Sunday… yup, Sunday…

I am struggling a bit with knowing that Sunday is Sunday because I had two Saturdays~

This is how it has been for the merry month of May.. two Saturdays and a Sunday.. I like it, I love it, I can’t get enough of it.. (singing again!)….

sigh.

Who knew heading to retirement could be so confusing and so wonderful at the same time!  DH has been retired for about a year and a half, fully totally RETIRED.  It agrees with him!

I merged onto the retirement Freeway, willingly and with advance self notification.  However having looked at the Freeway map for an entire year, I am still a bit lost.

Good lost, as opposed to that awful sinking feeling ‘where the hell am I?’ lost, but still lost.

For 25 years, my life has been molded by the work week.  Vacations, yes… even the odd day off.  Vacations always included leaving town and the odd day off always had a purpose, reason, business to it.  So, overnight, actually over weekend, from the end of April to the beginning of May, the mold broke.

The new mold is flexible instead of hard shell, with the first month featuring 4 shorter work days and Friday off.  The first Friday I had ‘work’ to do.  Errands, appointments, etc.. including a lunch date with DH and a nap. Thus, Saturday felt like Sunday and then there was Sunday… How does that work?

This is my third 3 day weekend.. by the 2nd, I told myself I was getting the hang of it… but then this weekend threw me a curve ball.  Friday was a miserable cold rainy day.  DH and I binged on Netflix, loafing .. really Netflix and loafing on a FRIDAY?  Yup, we didn’t leave the house all day!

Saturday, we had a lunch brunch in the city with family and friends, dogs included. Great fun, typically what we do on a Sunday, but this was a Saturday.. It felt like Sunday due to the activity and the day before day of loafing.

So here it is Sunday… hmmm, yes, it is Sunday… and I have another entire day for ME!  Well me and DH, but still ME!

Wonderfu!  Amazing!  Perfect! …. different…. odd…

What will I do with this day?  The biggest challenge of retirement appears to be ‘what will I do with this day?’

hmmm, the sweet tension… do nothing, just let it unfold, melt away, slide by…. OR, plan it, structure it, box it in,  OR do the work of finding the balance!

ya, balance is key!  Retirement is freedom, and freedom is mine to define.  Portions of the day will slot right into place,  others will be variable, a trip to the Botanic Gardens or a movie.  Finding the balance will take time, and the balance will adjust as I adjust what I want MY retirement to look like.

…. I have some ideas!

 

 

 

 

 

…. still looking for must…

Today Elle Luna, the author of ‘the crossroads of should and must’, challenges us to write our obituary, the one we really want people to read and the one that is actually likely to be written..

She references Roz Savage as the inspiration for this exercise.  Roz sat down, wrote both obituaries, reread them…. and then decided to row across the ocean… which she did, 3 of them to be exact…. ROWED ACCROSS THREE OCEANS…. I know you heard it the first time, but think about it….. rowed across three oceans… Hmmm, I think her obituary will be very interesting reading!

Just thinking about it, drops my jaw!  Apparently life lived fully requires guts, courage, fearlessness as well as a plan!

OMG.  Initially I was inspired, then I was overwhelmed, then I felt hopeless, doomed to an ordinary life… and then I began to write … and decided that guts, courage and fearlessness is different for each of us… and if we do ONE thing that is outside our comfort zone and requires a plan, we too exhibit guts, courage and fearlessness.

.. AND, we likely have already exhibited much guts, courage and fearlessness already as our lives unfold.  Much of the time, life sneaks up on us, forcing us to confront unplanned events and experiences, bringing out the best we have as we navigate new pathways.  Sometimes we go outside our comfort zone, not really knowing how it will end, but willing to  try…  I am thinking about the year I decided to ride my bike 400 miles across the state of Iowa along with 20,000 new best friends (RAGBRAI)… I was 60 years old, had never ridden more than 10 miles at a time… I just decided to do it… Be very clear, I trained my heart out… and then just did it…. just did it, took that heavy mom bike over to the far end of Iowa, and rode it every day for a week… hundreds of miles!

As I prepare for my new semi-retired life, soon to be fully retired life, I read and think and plan for an open mind, new experiences, risks, directions………and need to remember I have already created quite a life!

I can do ANYTHING… (I was singing ‘I am woman, hear me roar’)….  AH, so freshly rebooted, I am open … to LIFE.. to daily life… to finding new experiences life, to real life..

Where are you on this journey?  Have you been fearless?  What is next?