You Are Not Alone

SunriseIt’s interesting what happens when you talk about your problems. It doesn’t take long before you find out you aren’t alone. I talked to a friend about my anxiety and setting up an appointment with my physician to get some help, and wouldn’t you know – they are going through almost the exact same thing. The reasons are different, but the feelings are very similar. The same thing happened when I went through a rough patch following my divorce a few years back. I made the decision to be open about how I was struggling with the whole thing – financially and emotionally. I was amazed at the outpouring of support and the number of people who came to talk to me privately and to say, “I’m going through something similar…”

Truthfully, I already feel a tinsie bit better. Just making the appointment helped. Talking to my friend also really helped. Plus Julian and I took a vacation day recently and actually relaxed. (So often I use my vacation time for things other than vacationing.) We spent time in our state’s beautiful parks, we grilled food, we looked at the water, we even took naps. It was perfect. And I did something else that makes me happy:

I signed up for a boxing class!

I’ve been wanting to learn how to box for awhile. I have some of the equipment and a lovely heavy bag, but I’ve wanted some actual training. I found out recently that a local fitness center has a boxing classes and heard two glowing reviews about the place, (one from one of my friends who does not mince words when she doesn’t like something!) The Center had a Groupon for 50% off drop-in classes recently so I can check it out with a minimum of risk. You have to take their basic boxing training class before you can go to the regular classes, so I signed up for one on the 15th!

I also have a friend who is teaching some hooping classes. I would love to figure out how to get to those as well. I just need to figure out if I can make the times work.

I’m hoping some of the changes I am choosing to make will help. I feel like part of my life is in a rut and I don’t know how to get out. Actually, take that back – I know exactly how to get out, I just don’t have the energy, motivation or confidence I need right now. Hopefully, however, I am on the right track of getting it all back.

 

 

Mamma Got a Brand New Hoop!

Guess what I bought myself?

A custom made hoop!

This is my new beauty, outfitted in the “peppermint” color scheme. I purchased it from the same lovely lady I took the hoop workshop from this fall. Last night I gave it a whirl. (HA!) I promised myself I would spend at least 10 minutes practicing. To make sure I didn’t give up too early, I set the timer on my phone for the 10 minutes. Not only did I not give up, I went on for another 10 after the timer went off!

At first I dropped it… a lot. After a bit though, it started coming back to me. At the end of 20 minutes I was ready to start trying to take steps while hooping.

Miserable failure. Once I shift my hips to take a step, the hoop hits the ground. That’s okay, it’s all part of the process. My hooping instructor could walk all around the room, keeping the hoop going the whole time. I am sure that in time, I can take a step or two!

I also ordered a new pair of ice cleats. I lost both of mine in snowbanks this last month. I’m determined to get back to exercising, at least a little every day. I need to keep moving!

 

Learning to Hoop!

Hula Hooping Girl by Steven Depolo

Bikes and Hoops!

My birthday last weekend was a celebration of fitness goals. Boxing! Biking! and… HOOPS!

I’ve said before that one of my goals is to learn to hoop. Why? During a garage sale about a year ago or so, Julian brought over two giant hoops that belonged to his kids. The weather was beautiful and practically everyone jumped in on the fun. These were BIG hoops (one is over 5′) and the bigger the hoop, the easier it is. My friends, people shopping our garage sale, tons of folks grabbed a hoop and gave it a whirl.

I didn’t, however. I didn’t know how, and honestly, I was scared of making a fool out of myself. A lot of it had to do with my size. I felt uncomfortable doing something like that in front of people at my weight.

"only the fools end up being cool" by we wander & wonder

“only the fools end up being cool” by we wander & wonder

Julian also happens to have a friend who teaches hooping classes and workshops. We’ve seen her perform several times and each time there is a little girl inside of me squealing, “I want to try that!!” But I never thought I would have the guts. Then I started losing weight, and as I have written about before, getting involved in fitness has helped me get over my fear of looking like a fool. When we were kids learning something new, we didn’t care about being perfect, but somehow, when we get older we develop this weird belief that we should be perfect at anything we try. The fear that we won’t be perfect, that we will look foolish, is what holds us back.

I am feeling better about taking risks, so I decided to find out more about hooping. I had been meaning to ask Julian’s friend if she would maybe do a private lesson, when what should pop up on my Facebook feed? An announcement that she was teaching a Hooping Workshop the day after my birthday! It seemed like kismet. I signed up.

It was fantastic. And you know what? I’m not very good. I doubt anyone after just one workshop is great, but I don’t have a very good sense of my body. I don’t have much rhythm and I am not very flexible. These things that help with learning how to hoop. But who cares? I got a great workout, had fun and learned something new. The class was awesome, the instructor kind, and every one of us dropped, flung and tripped on our hoops. I am covered with tiny, tiny bruises from hip to ankle from when the hoop fell. I’ll probably never perform my hooping in front of people, but would I go to another class? You bet!

Photo credit: Hula Hooping Girl by Steven Depolo