Time for me
One of the best things to come out of the last month or so is the extended time I have for myself. This seems a little strange, because of the constant litany of complaints about my schedule and its relatively skimpy allowance for down-time. It seems as if the last couple of months have been a slow crescendo of academic stress that culminated in an exam over Matlab concepts last Saturday. The extended time theory comes in when I stop and think, How much worse would this have been if I still had a boyfriend? Especially one to whom I often gave more consideration than I did to myself.
The effects of my newfound freedom have mostly been revealed in the improved amount of time that I'm able to spend studying (and therefore have improved grades), the time I'm spending talking to and meeting up with friends (I'm going out with my friend April, who's coming in from Austin, in about an hour), and excitedly, in my physical well-being. I'll elaborate on the last one.
I'm almost embarrassed to say that even though I'm still 15 pounds away from my goal, I am an entire 13 pounds lighter than I was in July. Sure, part of this is because of the running that I was doing before my schedule became so prohibitive. Part of it is also due to my much-improved eating patterns; though I hate it, exercise alone won't get me there. But an additional factor must be the little bit of running I've been doing lately and the Winsor Pilates that I've been doing nearly every morning. At first I thought that a 20 minute video couldn't really sculpt and lengthen the muscles as much as they claimed. To my surprise, however, some of those moves were downright hard. The seal, which makes anyone attempting it look like a complete imbecile, is something that I'm still working to perfect. It all pays off when a co-worker stops me at the coffee bar to tell me that I "look gr-reat," when I have extra room in a pair of jeans that hadn't previously fit for about a year, or when I'm approached by a cute firefighter/petroleum engineer at the cyber cafe where I go to study.
When the breakup first happened, one of my co-workers advised me to take this time to do the things for myself that I never got to or wouldn't take the time to do. I'm so glad that I took his advice. I didn't think a month ago that I'd be sitting here a happier person with a more enthusiastic outlook about my future (and, ahem, a slightly tighter abs), but it's amazing how time can change things.
I am more convinced than ever that everything we go through is all a part of God's plan.*
*A note to my Agnostic friends: I don't expect this to change your minds, but give it some thought.
The effects of my newfound freedom have mostly been revealed in the improved amount of time that I'm able to spend studying (and therefore have improved grades), the time I'm spending talking to and meeting up with friends (I'm going out with my friend April, who's coming in from Austin, in about an hour), and excitedly, in my physical well-being. I'll elaborate on the last one.
I'm almost embarrassed to say that even though I'm still 15 pounds away from my goal, I am an entire 13 pounds lighter than I was in July. Sure, part of this is because of the running that I was doing before my schedule became so prohibitive. Part of it is also due to my much-improved eating patterns; though I hate it, exercise alone won't get me there. But an additional factor must be the little bit of running I've been doing lately and the Winsor Pilates that I've been doing nearly every morning. At first I thought that a 20 minute video couldn't really sculpt and lengthen the muscles as much as they claimed. To my surprise, however, some of those moves were downright hard. The seal, which makes anyone attempting it look like a complete imbecile, is something that I'm still working to perfect. It all pays off when a co-worker stops me at the coffee bar to tell me that I "look gr-reat," when I have extra room in a pair of jeans that hadn't previously fit for about a year, or when I'm approached by a cute firefighter/petroleum engineer at the cyber cafe where I go to study.
When the breakup first happened, one of my co-workers advised me to take this time to do the things for myself that I never got to or wouldn't take the time to do. I'm so glad that I took his advice. I didn't think a month ago that I'd be sitting here a happier person with a more enthusiastic outlook about my future (and, ahem, a slightly tighter abs), but it's amazing how time can change things.
I am more convinced than ever that everything we go through is all a part of God's plan.*
*A note to my Agnostic friends: I don't expect this to change your minds, but give it some thought.
posted by CyndyMW at
6:35 PM
1 Comments:
Yeah tis true...theres always a reason and a jolly good one for all that happens even if at the time we feel really down and that the whole world is against us and blah!
Well im glad your much happier now.. Hope things carry on going well.
May God bless you.
p.s i got to ur likkle home (bloggy) from my guestmap where you posted. Thanx for the nice comment :)
you gota great blog goin here yourself.. Great reads (y) keep it up ;)
cyah
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