- a state of equilibrium or equipoise; equal distribution of weight, amount, etc.
- something used to produce equilibrium; counterpoise.
- mental steadiness or emotional stability; habit of calm behavior, judgment, etc.
If I was to be tested on my current ability to strike a balance, I would get a big fat F.
House Reno + Sale Plans:
All renovations came in under-budget (although way past self-imposed deadline) and they provided some decent workouts on the real heavy-lifting days. The house sold at 98% of asking price, within a month of listing. All good.
The renovations, purging, and staging took up all of my free time. Very few real workouts took place. This is very bad news. And while my house has sold, I have yet to find another. Tick tock, tick tock. I have 3.5 months to find and buy another place before I have to leave this one. Yikes.
The job, while super challenging, is pretty awesome. I learn every day – and I’ll admit it’s been a very long time since I’ve experienced that. I have a wonderful manager, an awesome peer who has shepherded me through these first few weeks, and a great team I get to oversee. I also quite like the pay cheque.
This is a new line of business, and there is a ton of ambiguity. I have two open headcount that need to be filled. And I am leading a business with a lot of eyeballs on it. The company has put a ton of focus on this business. Failure of this business is not an option for my company. And for me, personally, failure is not an option. That will not be my story. So… I’m giving a lot of myself to work right now. At the expense of pretty much everything else.
I got to hike 6 out of 8 available days during my last trip to Vegas. I had to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn to get a full day of work in, and I certainly didn’t get as much sleep as I would have liked, but I got to refill my near-empty tank with the amazing experience of climbing mountains every day. I may not have had a whole lot of balance these past few months, but for those 6 glorious days, my soul was filled with peace and calm. I felt centered.
And, oh yeah, it’s bad. So, I knew, even before I stepped on the scale, I knew. My pants were feeling a little tighter. You know, all those new pants I bought in the new, smaller, sizes. And I knew because, mirrors. ANYWAY, I finally stepped on the scale to see how much damage I’ve done in the past 4+ months. I *thought* I had gained 6 or 7 lbs. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. When I looked down at the display, the cold, hard truth: I’ve actually gained 12 lbs. I’VE GAINED 12 LBS in 4 months. No bueno.
Worried that the weight gain combined with the fact that I no longer take prescription blood pressure medications could have caused my BP to rise into dangerous territory, I headed to the nearest drug store to use their BP machine. And… GOOD NEWS: my blood pressure is actually still well within normal range. This is nothing short of a miracle.
I suppose it could be attributed to the lingering effects of 18+ months of serious exercise. Whatever it is, I’m very happy that at least I won’t have to go back to prescription meds, especially after working so hard to get myself off of them.
So, there you have it, friends. I have managed, in just over 4 months, to undo a lot of the good that it took over a year to achieve. The good news is that I’m still much healthier now than I was pre- My Year of Sweat, and I’m still net down, poundage-wise. And the best news is that I know exactly what I need to do to right this ship.
The real question is, will I find the resolve to do it in the near-term, given I can’t even find enough hours in the day to write up and mail out my Christmas cards?
I know it all starts with moving.
Tomorrow my ass will find itself clear across the country. I’ll be spending the week in Vancouver, where I’m hopeful I will take advantage of a convenient hotel gym + the proximity to the sea wall to get myself moving. And I hope you all will join me.