I had a huge setback today in life.
Denied a dream job after working so hard on my application and cover letter.
Denied my request for graduate school funding. Midlife caregiving means I need a lower tuition rate, a longer time to pay, or I have to leave....
Spoiler alert: I left the school. Another school is coming up, but either way the disappointment hit hard.
I cried. Sobbed.
Caregiving keeps me in a space of grief
I wondered why I was so exhausted after the news came. I sat at my kitchen table and just cried.
I cried for all the other goals I've failed at. The years toward productive employment.
It's no wonder a simple decision like leaving a program hurts so much.
Afternoon workout
I don't like working out after 12 noon. I'm working on being more flexible because that's a foolish thing for me to practice.
I got on my treadmill (which isn't working well- jerking me around) for a slow one hour walk while watching a documentary.
Then I turned on a YouTube video and grabbed my kettlebells- my favorite things and strength trained for about 28 minutes.
It's a wonder I ever worried about all the streaming services for fitness I paid for and still pay for. Kettlebells and walking have the lowest buy in for me. I clearly like to make things harder for myself.
I'm working on self-compassion and I haven't said that to be hard on myself. It's a reminder that I don't have to push or force myself to press play and do some high intensity workout-unless I am really feeling like on some days.
I want to test out something for the next 19 days. I will post:
- my daily stats
- sleep
- weight +/-
- resting heart rate
- mood reflection
This 19 day challenge will include
- walking for 60 minutes per day (inside) and it can be broken up
- the exact same kettlebell strength program Monday thru Friday
- Saturday is a free fitness day (maybe one of my spin classes or kickboxing)
- Sunday full yoga class and house cleaning for movement
- tracking my food intake
- 80 ounces + water
I have to make this stupid simple or I fear I won't suceed.
I have a healthy respect for my burnout now. It took me years and years before this respect developed. I have pushed myself until I was dripping in sweat. What was supposed to be "getting on track", but it turned into a sort of punishment.
Now, I will see how I feel thinking of sleep, a steady and easy same workout that requires NO thought, and walking.
Exhausted today. I hope tomorrow's better.










