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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 - 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 - 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 - 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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The Humpiest of Hump Days

boxer-1562522_1920 Reasons I don't want to work out today:

  1. I had an epically craptacular day at the office.
  2. Donald Trump is going to be president.
  3. I spent all day thinking it was Friday, only to discover mid-afternoon it wasn't.

Reasons I worked out anyway:

  1. I'm a writer.

Normally, these are the kinds of days when I veg. I come home from work, make something simple and often spectacularly unhealthy for dinner, flip open my laptop, and type until I fall asleep.

I'm probably still going to do most of that, but first I'll do some yoga.

As a population, North Americans suck at yoga. It's a practice, not a form of exercise, but we'd rather attack it like a challenge. We're too busy trying to bend farther, stretch more. In the words of the Blue Man Group, we want to be the best at being relaxed!

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Today wasn't a great day for being the best at anything, even being relaxed. But I did it anyway. My brain was so scattered I motored through most of the 35 minute program without really noticing, but the point is I still did it. I even feel a little noodly in my legs after.

No sweaty selfie this evening, but I did manage to get a picture of my trainer. He's not as cool as other people's trainers, and his methods are a bit unorthodox. He likes to lick my toes when I'm in downward dog to test my balance.

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Here’s a writer’s workout poem for today.

I am the best at holding my breath while feline trainer licks my toes

How did you do today? Work out? Work out poem? Share them in the comments below!!

100 Day Summary Day 3 — Yoga Minutes today — 35 Total minutes — 115

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