I am woman. Hear me waffle

Waffle waffle waffle waffle waffle waffle...
No I don't crave one. Right now I am one. I am Wimbly incarnate.
I keep thinking "OK girl. This is it. No more wimbling - get to this diet and exercise thing! You have no reason now to not do it. You know how good you feel when you keep up with it. You LOVE it. Come on!"

And then I sleep in...or I make a yummy meal and eat too much of it, or I get busy with Life, the Universe and Everything and blink and a week has gone by with no workout other than my belly dance classes. I'm not knocking that, but 3 hours a week on one day does not make for a level fitness program!

I know part of it is the fall, less sunlight blahs, and part of it is trying to adjust to my husband's new morning schedule (I get up before him now. WEIRD...and I am not a good companion early in the AM. Shared breakfasts is wierd. Lets just say I exude...erm...morning...crank. Yes, that's a good word...I'm missing my morning solitude). I'm trying to make my new life fit me and not make me crazy and I'm not sure what to do next. And part of me is freaking out at it all, because very soon it will ramp up even more.
Well, I'm probably bursting my big announcement bubble I'd planned once all the paperwork was officially dotted and signed, but it looks 98% sure that starting in January I will officially be a graduate student. Don't get me wrong -this is really exciting for me. I'll get to work on a Masters project that will directly impact patient care and improve breast cancer diagnosis. I will help make people's lives better. Help fight cancer in my own little way. Yes - it's a really freaking fantastic opportunity, and my boss is even kind enough to let me work full time while I do this. And that is the thing - I will soon be working full time AND be doing a Master's program at the same time...and I'm already challenged with fitting in my workouts. There's a little panicked 5 year old voice in my head going "Aaaaaaaah! How can I do this! I'll never fit it all in! I'm gonna fall on my face!".

Now don't get me wrong. I know I can do this. Everyone - my supervisors, my lovely husband and my family believe I can. *I* know I can pull it off. It just really scares the ever loving shit out of me. Honestly and truly. And so I'm trying to get my act together so that when January rolls around I'll have a bit of a routine to follow to stay sane...and I don't really know where to begin. For me that's always the hardest part. I'm a great planner...it's the jumping in with both feet and a raincoat that scares me to death. I'm prepping for 2-3 years of insanity...

Please humour me over the next little while as I try and make my life a more sane, fit world to be in. If you have any advice for me please, chuck it my way. Right now I could really use some advice...


Scrumpy said...

Congrats! That is so freakin' exciting!!! I have no good advice. I'm the one who needs advice. :)

The only thing I would say is maybe you can find a way to really up the good food prep on weekends. That way if you can't get in as many workouts as you would like, at least you've got the food under wraps.

You're going to do great and I can't wait to hear about everything you're doing.

Marste said...

Oh, I HEAR YOU SO MUCH. Both on the excitement and the freaking out. I have until September to figure mine out, but I'm still scared, I have to say.

I wish I had some good advice, but I'm frantically trying to figure it out myself. If I figure it out, I'll let you know (and you do the same, ok?)

CONGRATULATIONS, by the way! :)

Zhoen said...

Live in the eternal now. And try to smile, not because you feel like it, but because it will help you feel better.