This week has been one of those weeks. You know the kind. Full of unsuspected challenges. Disappointment. The kind where you count the hours until the end of the week. But most importantly, the kind where having an outlet is a most wonderfyl thing. My outlet these days? The gym. It is, and has been for the past eight months, my salvation. I never thought a statement like that would come out of my mouth (or my keyboard, as the case may be), but it’s true. It is a place where, for an hour or two, I can leave everything behind. I can clear my head. Refocus. And let go. I focus on giving 110% in an exercise class. Sculpting a muscle. Carving out a new curve. The shuffle on my iPod. Nothing else matters for that time. Sacred.
Challenging week or not, I think we can all use an outlet or two. Some activity or place where we can just escape from it all, be it for five minutes or five hours. A place where nothing else matters and everything is right. It could be gardening and digging out flower beds. Getting behind a blank canvas or a set of drums. Pounding the pavement for an intense jog. Sometimes it’s baking. We all need a place or a thing to just shut it all out. A place to make it better. What’s yours?
Awhile back, I shared one of the things that I do to keep motivated while losing weight. For every five pounds I lose, I put a bag of sugar on the kitchen counter. A great visual reminder that really puts into perspective just how much five pounds is. Especially when it’s on your body and it needn’t be. While I loved the idea, and stuck with it for several months, there were now eight (EIGHT!!) bags of sugar on my counter. I need a new idea. But in the meantime, I wanted to take a picture to commemorate my accomplishment. My idea was to take a picture of Nick holding all the bags of sugar. Only problem? After about fifteen minutes and several various attempts, he couldn’t hold it all. So I got the best shot I could, and now even he also appreciates how much forty pounds really is.