Where Do I Start?
Like I said, it has been an interesting couple of months ... and hectic, too!
My last day at work was April 10 and I was delighted to exit out the door. Strutt and I spent a couple of weeks seriously talking about what I wanted to do. Did I want to be a stay-at-home mom, did I want to find another position as a business or strategic analyst? What it came down to was this: I've been in business for 25 years and have hated just about every minute of it ... but the money was really good, so I stayed. Believe it or not, all I've really ever wanted to be was a hair stylist, but I kind of fell into the "you need to be more ambitious than that" trap. After looking long and hard at all my options, I've walked away from it all - corporate America, one bachelor's, one master's, 15 years of experience as an analyst, and about six job offers. I start cosmetology school on Monday :) And I haven't been this happy for a long, long time.
The last two months since I left work have not been terrific, fitness-wise. At the end of April, I tore my right trapezius muscle and strained my right rear delt, so I couldn't work out for about six weeks. I didn't really gain a bunch of weight back (nothing I couldn't knock off with a week of clean eating), but it's taken me quite a bit of time to work my way back up to the level I was. And, I don't mind telling you, it's been a real pain in the ass.
The injury itself was very, very painful ... I'd rather have another baby than have another muscle tear. It was my own damned fault. Yes, I know how to lift safely and I always pay attention to my form. However, when I try a new routine, I usually back down on the weight until I'm comfortable with the routine, then I bring my weight back up to the level I'm accustomed to lifting. Well, I tried a new routine and didn't. I didn't handle any more weight than I usually do, but I didn't back down either ... and I paid for it. There is a good lesson in that for all of us. Rushing yourself or not paying attention leads to injury and that's best avoided, trust me.
Other than that, life has been good ... I'm relaxed, very tanned, and spend my days hanging out in my pool with my partner and my baby. Strutt, who has been a stay-at-home parent since Katie was born, will have to go back to work in the next month or so ... and we've decided that, since we don't want to put Katie in daycare, s/he'll find something on second shift. School is from 8:30 - 3:00 and it will only take me 10 minutes to get home, so that will work out well for us for now. My program is 10 months and Katie will be almost 2-1/2 when I graduate, so we think we'll feel a lot more comfortable putting her in some kind of day program then.
Now, that I've caught up, it will be time to get back to talking about the point of this blog ... fitness! Cheers!
My last day at work was April 10 and I was delighted to exit out the door. Strutt and I spent a couple of weeks seriously talking about what I wanted to do. Did I want to be a stay-at-home mom, did I want to find another position as a business or strategic analyst? What it came down to was this: I've been in business for 25 years and have hated just about every minute of it ... but the money was really good, so I stayed. Believe it or not, all I've really ever wanted to be was a hair stylist, but I kind of fell into the "you need to be more ambitious than that" trap. After looking long and hard at all my options, I've walked away from it all - corporate America, one bachelor's, one master's, 15 years of experience as an analyst, and about six job offers. I start cosmetology school on Monday :) And I haven't been this happy for a long, long time.
The last two months since I left work have not been terrific, fitness-wise. At the end of April, I tore my right trapezius muscle and strained my right rear delt, so I couldn't work out for about six weeks. I didn't really gain a bunch of weight back (nothing I couldn't knock off with a week of clean eating), but it's taken me quite a bit of time to work my way back up to the level I was. And, I don't mind telling you, it's been a real pain in the ass.
The injury itself was very, very painful ... I'd rather have another baby than have another muscle tear. It was my own damned fault. Yes, I know how to lift safely and I always pay attention to my form. However, when I try a new routine, I usually back down on the weight until I'm comfortable with the routine, then I bring my weight back up to the level I'm accustomed to lifting. Well, I tried a new routine and didn't. I didn't handle any more weight than I usually do, but I didn't back down either ... and I paid for it. There is a good lesson in that for all of us. Rushing yourself or not paying attention leads to injury and that's best avoided, trust me.
Other than that, life has been good ... I'm relaxed, very tanned, and spend my days hanging out in my pool with my partner and my baby. Strutt, who has been a stay-at-home parent since Katie was born, will have to go back to work in the next month or so ... and we've decided that, since we don't want to put Katie in daycare, s/he'll find something on second shift. School is from 8:30 - 3:00 and it will only take me 10 minutes to get home, so that will work out well for us for now. My program is 10 months and Katie will be almost 2-1/2 when I graduate, so we think we'll feel a lot more comfortable putting her in some kind of day program then.
Now, that I've caught up, it will be time to get back to talking about the point of this blog ... fitness! Cheers!
posted by Tiffany Anderson @ 8:16 AM
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