Healthy Balance

So, I’ve put on a few pounds over the last few months. I weighed myself rather reluctantly this morning, a bit worried about what I would find. What’s funny is that the number on the scale had less importance to me than it has in the past. Yes, it was higher than ideal--AND I know it’s just a number.

In the last few days, I’ve been able to go running more and it feels great to get back into it, to start to have a routine. I so need that for my mental clarity, for my happiness.

Yesterday, I went for a run with B., did an hour or so of yoga, and then went for another loop around Seward Park in the evening with Zia. Come to think of it, aside from having coffee and a green tea latte when I was studying, everything I did yesterday was healthy. Everything I ate was nutritious and fresh, not processed. I spent some time writing and a lot of time reading. I felt balanced. I felt optimistic, even with the long stretch ahead of me. If I could multiply how I felt, now that would be much greater than any number on a scale could be.

I’m getting addicted to the endorphins, again. I have new motivation to create a schedule and stick to it. I had intended on taking another beginning Kung Fu series at Seven Star Women's Kung Fu. Sadly, the series (which I've already done once and am not required to take again) is already half over and there will not be another one until March. :( I’ll just have to get over feeling intimidated, because I’ve been away from it for a while and have forgotten many of the forms.

I'm going to start going to all-level classes in Feb. and I can’t wait! (Remind me that I said that the first time I have to spar with a black belt!)