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100 Days - I Can Explain

pug-1209129_1920 I know, I know. It's been quiet around here lately. I could tell you all about the successes I've had but just didn't blog about. Or about all my good intentions. But the truth is, if I were in any kind of shape, I wouldn't need to bribe myself with a 100 day challenge that says fitness, but is mostly about the writing, would I?

So no, dear reader, I have not been working my little butt off while neglecting my blog. I've been writing a lot. And watching a fair bit of basketball. And writing some more. And gushing about fictional queer cartoon figure skaters. In short, here's a list:

  • I wrote a short story! One Night Stand functions as a prequel to my novel, The Pick Up. Is it really a prequel if it's more likely that One Night Stand will see the published light of day before The Pick Up? Whatever. I wrote it second, it's a prequel. If George Lucas can screw with timelines and release dates, so can I!
  • 3ecfb2e6bf12c8941f436552b6b1b5131481068207_fullI got myself addicted to Yuri On Ice. I'm going to gush more about YOI later this week, but let's just say that it's the queer anime figure skating outlet I didn't know I needed. You should try it too. Only two more episodes left before we all collectively lose our minds!
  • I'm plotting a new novel! Fallen (working title) is me dipping my toe into paranormal romance. I don't have a lot more to say about that, because it's literally just a bunch of unformatted bullet point notes in Scrivener right now, and I'm already pretty sure the first draft is going to be an inflated monster that will require months of heavy editing, but hey, if it sees the light of day, it's going to be epic.

So there you have it. Nary a work out to be had! I did do yoga last night and tonight, as I started to feel guilty for not blogging recently. I didn't want to come back empty handed. Hopefully your goals and resolutions have gone better than mine! The good news is, I've got three full time working days left in 2016, and after that it's just going to be writing and walking until my little heart bursts!

Here’s an apology haiku.

Not much working out Too many triple axels None of them are mine

100 Day Summary

Day 37— Accountability yoga Minutes today — 20 Total minutes —600

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100 Days - PMS Edition

figs-1620590_1920.jpg Reasons I didn't want to work out today:

  1. It's the first day of my period.

Reasons I worked out anyway:

  1. I'm a writer
  2. I'm a writer slacking off on my own self imposed challenge

I got my first period at age 11. For most of my adolescent and young adult life, I thought PMS was a myth. Something stand up comics and other aggrieved husbands had invented so they could complain about their wives.

I only developed PMS in my 30s. My PMS is like a ninja. It doesn't come every month and when it does it sneaks up on me so that I don't realize what's happened until three days later. Those are the months where everything is a crisis at work, or I get home gunning for a fight with hubby because he bought the wrong brand of garbage bags. Then my period starts and all becomes clear.

This month, my PMS took the form of weeping at touring Broadway musicals and small panic attacks in the mall food court while my family was visiting last week. I thought it was just familial stress, so it was only this morning when I woke up with that feeling (you know, THAT feeling), that I smacked my forehead and went "oooooh!!!"

My PMS is a ninja.

In honour of Ninja PMS, I did Yoga with Adriene's PMS routine after work tonight. Adriene's adorable, and she admits up front this routine is yoga with pillows, and really, what's not to like about that? It was gentle and kind, which is exactly what my poor confused body needed.

Here's a PMS haiku.

Stealthy PMS Sneaks up on unsuspecting Writers once a month

100 Day Summary

Day 22— Pillow yoga Minutes today — 35 Total minutes —545

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100 Days - I Fell Off the Wagon

girl-1220291_1920.jpg Oops. No blogging. Not much exercise. For three days. Sorry about that. I'd blame Thanksgiving, but I'm not American. But I do blame my family.

Wednesday was my brother's birthday. I guess technically there was some exercise in the form of frantic house cleaning on Wednesday morning before company arrived. Weight Watchers lets you count things like vacuuming and mopping as light exercise, and I'm going to go with that. At the very least, being hunched over the bathtub trying to scrub that far corner should be classified as torture.

Thursday I got some actual steps in the form of everyone's favourite back-breaking slow museum shuffle for 3 1/2 hours as my mom and I cruised our traditional Christmas craft show. Chocolates were purchased. Salted caramel chocolates to be specific. They will offsite any fitness goodwill I earned with our slow and steady walk, but they're going to be totally worth it. Also, we got my Christmas tree decorated, which involved another hour of slow and steady movement, and lots of good core exercises as I try not to piss off my back while bending down to pick up yet another tiny glass ball.

Today...my family is exhausting. Getting off the couch for bed will be my next significant activity. I spent the whole day at work in meetings, I still have an hour or two of reporting to do and you know what? I'm going to lie here and read a book instead.

How have you been? Turkey coma wear off? Go for a Black Friday walk today?

Here's a workout poem to lift your spirits (or mine, anyway).

When your workouts are flaggin' And your heels you're draggin' The turkey's all gone It's time to move on Before your muscles start saggin'

100 Day Summary

Day 19— Playing catch up Minutes today — 0 (but I'm going estimate 90 for the last few days) Total minutes —510

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100 Days - But I Don't Want To!

baby-1767958_1920.jpg Reasons I didn't want to work out today:

-It's Monday -It's frigging cold outside -I have other stuff I want to write

Reasons I worked out anyway:

-I'm a writer

So look. I'm not trying to be an Ironman. I don't have aspirations of  Olympic glory. Heck, I don't even plan to run a 5K next summer. I just want to get my body moving more than it would otherwise (which is to say, at all).

But somedays I just don't want to. I'm a writer before I'm any kind of athlete, which means the part of this challenge I like the best is this writing bit. And tonight there's other stuff that wants my attention. Characters. Meditations on what the heck my cat is staring at. When I don't want to do the writing, it's hard to find the motivation to do the work out.

But the thing about being a writer is sometimes it's just about powering through the stuff you don't want to do. Because if you skip it, avoid it, put it off until another day, soon that avoidance becomes a habit, and then you're not a writer anymore.

So I grabbed a new yoga routine, rolled out the mat, tried not to giggle while the cat licked my toes, and now I'm here. And just like powering through that sticky plot point, I feel better for it. Now excuse my while I got excise my plot bunnies so I can do better at this challenge tomorrow.

Here's a procrastination haiku (which I totally stole from a meme)

No no no no no No no no no no no no No no no no no

100 Day Summary

Day 15 — Unwilling yoga Minutes today — 20 Total minutes —420

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100 Days - Baby it's Cold Outside

photo-1414124488080-0188dcbb8834.jpg Working out like a writer entered a new phase today. Winter is here. It's already frigging cold outside and it's barely below freezing. But I've had a good run this weekend now that I'm finally feeling better and, after all, I'm Canadian, eh? So I put on my boots and coat and hat and gloves and...

Ok, so today's walk was about 20% motivated by a sense of accountability to you guys, and about 80% that I knew there was a Starbucks Holiday Spice Flat White waiting for me in the middle of it. I know Starbucks Flat White aren't truly flat whites like you get in Australia, but those Holiday Spice ones...man...I'd walk through a blizzard to get one of those.

Anyway, winter is upon us, the snow is flying, and I'm going to do my best to keep warm and keep active. It's so easy as writers to use this time of year to hibernate, but I'm going to keep myself moving. My body will thank me.

Here's a winter workout poem:

The scent of holiday flat white spice Is so delicious and very nice As winter takes the place of fall I'll order a grande, and not a tall

100 Day Summary

Day 14 — A little more walking Minutes today — 40 Total minutes —400

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100 Days - Back in the Saddle

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I fell off the blogging train there for a minute. I've been out a lot of nights. The good news is, in a reversal from most of last week, I have actually been getting some exercise. The writer work outs are back in the saddle!!

Friday was unseasonably warm. Like stupid warm. Like 18 degrees (that's 64 for you Fahrenheit types) stupid warm. In November. In Canada.

Needless to say, I took a walk at lunch, and regretted bringing my coat while I did it.

Last night was my office holiday party. We aren't allowed to call it Christmas party, despite decor that includes festively decorated trees (those ain't Hanukkah bushes!) and a dinner soundtrack that includes Charlie Brown, Mariah Carey, and the whole seasonal crew.

If it's not a Christmas party, what exactly do you think is happening?

Anyway, the party is always a good time, and I mostly go for the dancing. I can't say that I count minutes for dancing, that seems like overthinking the whole thing, but let's say it was an hour? In any case, it was great to get moving again. I think we can safely say this cold is behind me and hopefully it will be a long time before the next one makes an appearance.

Here's a weekend workout poem:

After leaves fall Before snow flies Take deep breaths And get outside!

100 Day Summary

Day 12 & 13 — A little walking, a little dancing. Minutes today — 90 Total minutes — 360

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100 Days - Choosing Our Family

photo-1451471016731-e963a8588be8Reasons I didn't want to work out today:

  1. When the cold meds finally wore off today, it turns out I'm still not better

This cold, man, is kicking my ass. I have a Christmas party to go to this weekend, and I'm starting to worry I'm not going to make it.

More importantly though, this weekend is the Adoption Resource Exchange.

My husband and I are choosing adoption to start our family. I say choosing because, despite our struggles, adoption is not our last resort. In fact, being pregnant was never my goal. Having a family is.

The Adoption Resource Exchange is an event that happens twice a year in a conference centre out near the airport. Children's Aid Societies from across the province and present profiles for kids they're having trouble placing in their communities. This is significant because the CASs in Ontario are individually run, and as prospective parents in Toronto, it is very difficult for us to access kids in other regions, no matter how badly they may need families.

The ARE is this weird hybrid that's part trade show, part speed dating. It's like trying to pick a puppy at the shelter, except not at all, because these kids often have complex needs and they're going to be yours for the rest of your life.

So it's totally overwhelming, is that what you're saying, Allison?

Why yes, that's it in a nutshell.

To help manage expectations, a list is sent out a week in advance. You get access to pictures and videos (which are almost always adorable) and profiles listing needs and challenges (which are often scary). It's a really humbling experience, to review the information provided, take a long hard look at your spouse and yourself, and decide that no matter how cute the kid is, and no matter how many times we see their name come up on the list (this will be our third ARE and there are kids who were on the list last year, and will probably still be there next year), we just aren't suited to parent that child.

So that's what I did tonight, instead of working out. Hubby and I looked at  a list of over 120 kids, and whittled it down to 10. By the time we've spoken to the workers this weekend, there will probably only be one or two left who would still be a good fit for us, and for whom we'd be a good fit as parents. It's long and frustrating, but we have to keep doing it.

One of these days, we're going to choose a child and make our family.

Here's an adoption haiku:

Patiently waiting Not always easy for us Choosing our family

100 Day Summary Day 11 — I've been exercising my heart tonight Minutes today — 0 Total minutes — 270

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100 Days - Corsets and Hoop Skirts

photo-1466027785809-90d27831b9bdStill sick. Getting better, but anything more elaborate than climbing a short flight of stairs leaves me feeling like debutante with her corset strings pulled too tight. So it's one more night on the couch for me.

With a lot of couch time comes a lot of TV. I've already told you about my misadventures with Bollywood and cough syrup. This week I've gone for something a little safer - costume dramas! What's better when you're trying to lie low and stay calm, than two hours of romance in which the closest thing we get to a love scene is a few hands brushing together on the ballroom floor?

And the costumes!! The costumes!!!

I digress...

Usually, I watch Pride and Prejudice. I have two versions - the BBC version with Colin Firth for when I can't get off the couch, and the Keira Knightley version for when I can't stay awake for six hours. No P&P this week though. Here's what I've watched so far:

North and South (5 stars. Richard Armitage in a cravat and top hat. Swoon) The Crown (4.5 stars. The half star is because Claire Foy looks like friend of mine and that's weird.) Jamaica Inn (TBD. Watching as I blog. It's like Poldark, but skeevier)

Got a favourite costume drama for when you're sick?

Here's a book boyfriend poem:

Misters Darcy and Knightley too Dance with ladies The whole night through. Austen, Bronte and Dickens Keep me company Until this cold ends

100 Day Summary 

Day 10 — Tomorrow. There will be a walk tomorrow Minutes today — 0 Total minutes — 270

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100 Days - Down for the Count

almendra-1373511.jpgHere's why I suck at being sick: cold meds are worse than being sick for me. They make my head spin, my stomach squeeze, my joints ache. So being sick is like this arms race between being too sick to function without meds, and being too spacey to function with the meds. Don't believe me?

The one and only time I ever took NyQuil, I swear I was unconscious before I was fully horizontal. Twelve hours later, I woke up, staggered downstairs where my family was already up and about. I lay down and spaced out on the couch. The TV was on. I didn't pick the channel. I stared at the screen. Maybe I drooled a little. Twenty minutes in, I realized that I couldn't understand what the people on the TV were saying.

I was so high I had lost the ability to understand English.

It took a good fifteen seconds of panic that I realized in fact, I could still understand English. I just couldn't differentiate it from Hindi apparently, which was they were speaking on the TV. In my haze, I had missed that the TV was playing a random Sunday morning Bollywood marathon.

Drugs are bad kids.

A non-workout poem

There once was a woman with chills She drugged herself up to the gills She slept the whole week No Hindi does she speak Now pass me some more of those pills

100 Day Summary  Day 9 — Typing this post is probably the most activity I'm going to get today Minutes today — 0 Total minutes — 270

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100 Days - A Medical Interlude

lozenge-462867_1920 Reasons I didn't want to work out today:

  1. I'm sick.

That's pretty well the end of that. I have a cold. I am the worst when I have a cold. You remember the old TV commercial with the sick man in bed asking Pam to call his mom? That's me.

Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Hopefully. Then I'll go for a lunch walk, I think.

A (not) workout haiku:

Pam? Pam? Can you call My mom and tell her I love Her and dad a lot?

100 Day Summary  Day 8 — Does walking to get more Kleenex count? Minutes today — 0 Total minutes — 270

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100 Days - Barnyard Edition

brown-216001_960_720 Reasons I didn't feel like working out today:

  1. See Saturday's post and how I feel about working out on weekends
  2. I went to the fair
  3. Tomorrow is Monday

Reasons I worked out anyway:

  1. I'm a writer

This morning, hubby and I got up and moving in reasonably short order, which is to say we were both dressed and showered by 9:30. Unheard of at our place on a Sunday. I've spent a lot of time this week talking about my fertility (see here and here), but don't think for a second that I don't appreciate the current luxury out kidlessness affords us in terms of the availability of lazy Sundays. I just hope it's not a permanent thing.

Why were we up? Right. Brevity is not my strong suit.

The agricultural winter fair is in town. It's a reminder that we don't all live in the big city. Watching teenagers square dance makes me think about how Trump got elected. It's a cultural study as much as it's an opportunity to see some handsome livestock.

Also, turkeys are huge. Did you know that?

The fair is awesome, but the walking is brutal. The slow museum shuffle as you move from sheep to sheep and wait for my 16-month-old niece to decide she's had enough of the chickens does terrible things to my hips and back. Technically, I could have counted it as today's work out. If I wore a Fitbit or something like that, it would have counted for thousands of steps, but honestly, I needed something else

So yoga it was. It's nice to have a routine I can always go back to. This one is especially excellent because it focuses on stretching out your hips and back, exactly what I need.

How was your weekend? What did you do to keep yourself fit so you can write a little more?

A workout poem:

The winter fair's the place to go Even if the walking is a bit slow The shuffling hurts my feet Among the sheaves of wheat As the Holsteins start to low

100 Day Summary  Day 7 — Yoga Minutes today — 35 Total minutes — 270

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