I’ve been working on food stuff this morning, making 3 different main courses plus cookies. All vegan, not that this has anything to do with my post. I finally got finished at about noon and sat down to upload video shorts, get more paperwork done, and focus the rest of my afternoon away.

I can’t focus. I’m scattered. I have music playing and keep tapping my foot and singing out loud. I’ve left the bed unmade, the nap untaken, the EIN unapplied for, the accounting undone. Tasty Thursday is a series of disconnected and unedited uploads on iMovie.

Heck, this blog post is about 8 hours later than usual.

This morning, the dog (Sadie, who is 15 and a half) had to go out or in FOUR times during a 25 minute span. Talk about scattered – it took me 40 minutes to do a 25 minute workout, despite the fact that the workout is called FOCUS T25.

That scattered has stayed with me through the day. Time to breathe, celebrate what I have indeed finished, and let go of the rest.

Not feeling very badass today.



It’s Monday. The first Monday in November. Kids have today and tomorrow off from school, so my morning routine was more akin to weekend than weekday – no alarm, no arguing with myself about getting up. The rest so far is similar. Workout, blog post. Make coffee. I have more company this morning than usual, since everyone is awake – even the sun.

It’s also the first Monday of non daylight savings time. Besides the fact that this makes no sense to me – why do we need to SAVE daylight in the summer, when we have so much of it? We need to save it in the winter, darn it! – this also has an impact on my routine. Like flying somewhere exotic with a time change, only the view hasn’t changed a bit.

Makes my wake-up a tad easier.

This morning, it also made it easier for me to up the weights in this morning’s torture my workout. The workout is “The Pyramid” from Shaun T’s T25, Gamma phase. The idea is you set a base and go up from there, peaking at the end. So you do things like hammer curls and squats, starting with one of each and working up to 7 of each (I think. I lose count.) The first two you think, “What’s the big deal?” and by the fifth or sixth level you are concentrating hard on not falling over or dropping the weights.

Last week when I did this workout I used 5 lb weights in each hand. (Snort at this and I dare you to come over and do the workout with me.) No real concentration needed to get it done, so I publicly announced that I’d up the weights this time. Thank goodness for these dial-a-weights . . .

Increments of 2.5 lbs don’t sound all that huge.

Tricep overheads to 90 degree holds in a pyramid fashion? Yep, 2.5 is the perfect increment.

Like my weights today, I think I’ll dial up the effort, the work. The badass potential.



Finished sweating!Yesterday I looked at the calendar for today and realized I needed to be rolling well before 6, to take my son to meet the bus for a field trip. Since I know me and the way I work best, I backed this timing up to the unwelcome realization that my alarm would have to go off at 4:30.

So by the time we hopped out of the car, ay 6:02, I had done a couple of workouts, showered, dressed, and even made my coffee.

A friend was there, dropping her son off as well. “Did you really get up at 4:30?” she asked me. “Yes. It lets me start the day off well – on my schedule.”

We chatted for a few minutes, and looked at each other with some surprise when the bus rolled away at 6:15. One or the other of us commented, “In middle school, there’s no way they’d have left before 6:30.”

My son and I had talked about this on the way to school, wondering aloud what time the bus would actually leave. He was worried we’d get there, 2 minutes late, and find the bus rolling away. I pointed out that that was pretty unlikely, that if the bus needed to leave at 6 we’d have had to be there about 15 minutes before. But anything was possible, I suppose.

It’s a respect thing, though. If the bus had not left before 6:30, that’s disrespectful to all the kids and parents who got up and were there at 6. Holding the bus for latecomers as a matter of course means that people will arrive later and later, which is not honoring the schedule set.

I can go on and on about this. But the main point for me, sitting here at 7:07 am with my coffee, is that respecting time is a way we can be a part of a community. That community can be a community of one (me, getting my workout even if it is some ridiculously early hour) or a community of tens (arriving to the bus on time, and the bus leaving on time.)

Being timely, being respectful of your schedule and that of others? Small notches in the badass belt. But every notch counts.


IMG_3911 It’s the classic "angel on one shoulder, devil on the other" scenario.

5:04 am. The ring tone I thought was amusing when I picked it out goes off. I successfully hit the snooze button. (incidentally, this is not easy to do when you’re not very awake.)

Angel: Get up! Ready for some Shaun T? Yay! Way to start your day.

Devil: Roll over. You’re so tired.

A: Rah Rah! Go!

D: You could work out at 6. What’s this 5 am thing all about?

A: You feel great when you stick to your routine. Get up!

D: You are going walking with a friend later. That counts, right?

A: It’s raining. Get in your workout now, and if you get to walk, it’s like a stretch.

D: You’re tired. How about doing the workout this afternoon?

A: You’re already awake, basically. Swing your legs over the bed and let’s get this thing on the road!

D: (interrupted, drowned out, by the sound of rustling covers and steps to the bathroom.) Foiled again.

A: Nanny nanny boo boo.

Sometimes just knowing which voice to listen to can make you feel like a badass.