The Final Fifty

{January 30, 2014}   The Happiness Distraction

I suppose when you fall off a wagon, you brush the dust off your ass and climb back into the wagon. So that’s where I’m at.

I knew the holidays were going to do this, so I’m not surprised or devastated, or anything like that, it’s just time to recover and get back to being healthy and active again. But I suppose I really have to go back a bit farther, seeing as it’s been several months since I last posted, and I can’t blame all of that on Christmas.

First off, I got into the show I auditioned for when Hair was done, and that show (Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat) has come and gone, with a host of good memories and frustrations and time spent standing around at rehearsals when I could have been running. Looking back, it would have been a good time to take a break, but I didn’t know that when I auditioned, and I don’t back out of shows once I’ve made that commitment. I just ended up having a lot going on.

In September, I met and started seeing someone, a really amazing someone that I am still seeing, in fact. While I could wax poetic about him for ages (and do, frequently), I’m not going to do that here because if anyone is still reading this, they’re probably doing so for the health-related stuff, and not for the romance.

I’m really mentioning it because, let’s face it, when you’re spending many a happy hour pleasantly, deliriously diverted in any assortment of pleasant pastimes, it can be hard to focus, really focus, on things like your diet. I kept running as much as I could, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I took some time off. And, as far as those missed days, I regret nothing. I wouldn’t undo any of it, because being healthy has to involve balance, and I’m not going to hold my life hostage and refrain from enjoying spending time with someone I love.

For Christmas, I got to spend almost three weeks at home in California with my family. It was there that I finished my 100 mile running goal, on Christmas Eve no less. I ate too much of things that are not healthy, but I gave myself the freedom to do that, and I didn’t go crazy, so I’m not really worried about it. I think there’s an ebb and flow to the year, and if you don’t give in sometimes and have a little fun, you just end up resenting the healthy sacrifices you make the rest of the year.

So here I am at the end of January. I was recently cast in a local production of Les Miserables, which I am DELIRIOUSLY excited about, I have an awesome boyfriend who also cares about being healthy and active, and I’m slowly working my way back into the healthier habits I learned last year.

I can’t go running when it’s this cold out, so for now I’m focusing on weights and on belly dance. I’ll be performing with my friend’s troupe come July, so it’ll be good to put in some practice time before then, and I can reward myself for good work by acquiring the costume pieces I want for the show. Here they are:

These bloomers

This bustle

A choli, like this

And a black belly dance bodice, custom made.


et cetera