Friday, February 23, 2018

FFF: The Wrong Kinda DOMS; the Not-Fun Kind

Fourth Fit for Friday is here!


I really overdid it on Sunday at sports practice and have been combating a big ol' case of DOMS all week. And not the kind of DOMS I usually like talking about, either!

So, what's DOMS? Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness. When you work out strenuously, you can get micro-tears in your muscle fibers, causing a deep lasting soreness, that usually doesn't appear until a few hours later, lasting up until 4 days! It can be difficult to do basic tasks. For me, my soreness was all in the legs. So standing up, sitting down, walking, even trying to get onto the toilet were very difficult. This is not my first case of DOMS. My first week of sports practice I had a really bad case of it, too. And I've had it in other instances. Its pretty common, I'm sure we've all experienced this at some point.

More on DOMS here: DOMS 101

I'm still actually hurting right now, but I can now function at least! Onto the goals:

Workouts: 6/7 - I did some form of exercise almost every day this week, only missing Saturday. Three sports practices, a 40 minute walk, a Dance Dance Revolution session, and Open Roller Skating!

Also, this week we had the first of a few skills assessment tests that comes with trying out for this sports team (it's a 4-month process). I PASSED! I passed my first one! There are three things I need to work on, but I did so much better than I thought I would! I'm extremely excited and proud.

Eating: 5/7 - Sunday was a bust. Total grief eating with the family. I entered it into my meal tracker as "Bereavement Dinner". Plus, Sir took us to McDonalds before we even got there. I just looked and Saturday wasn't too good either. I forgot I went to the diner with my coworkers and got a Cuban Panini and fries. And I ate them ALL! I also had some valentine's chocolates after dinner, cause the day was already wasted, haha. It's hard for me not to indulge myself when I've already screwed my day up, eating wise. The other 5 days I was pretty good though. Within 100 or so calories of goal, and under maintenance all 5 days.

Weight: 😄 Down 1.4 lbs!!

Stress: 😊 I did yoga this week, and I took time out to do my nails. I always feel like I'm pampering myself when I do that, and don't have to feel guilty about spending money for a manicure. I colored a little in one of my coloring books, too.

Decluttering:  😊 I tackled the hot mess that was underneath the bathroom sink. I tend to just throw crap in there and forget about it until we need it and then cause an avalanche.

I ordered an undersink shelf from Amazon. Put it together and organized!
Sleep: 5/7 - I've been even more mindful of my caffeine intake (I'm not supposed to have any, but I do, so I try to limit it severely). I added night filters to my computer and phone to aid in sleep. And I put a really simple sleep tracker on my phone. I just wanted something that would tell me how long I slept, and maybe how much I should sleep. I don't need a REM graph, or ocean music or anything. This is the one I went with:

Sleep Debt Tracker

I like it so far. I've gotten over 7  hours every night this week. 5 nights over 8 hours. It's going to be difficult to manage when I go back to work next Saturday.


It's my last full week before I go back to work! I'm excited to get back, but I'm also hoping to revel in this last week, and enjoy it as much as possible! Hope you have a fantastic final week of February!

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Punished this Week

Sunday was a hard day. I was just having "one of those mornings". Where everything seems to be going wrong. Sir accidentally ate my breakfast, and had to be stopped from eating my other breakfast. I found out he couldn't go somewhere with me on Monday; I wanted to have a cute little date at our local roller rink as they were having a cheap offer, TWO dollars!! I'd mentioned this to him for weeks and he said he would go. So I was miffed that he had made an appointment and now couldn't go.

Then for my fitness challenge I had to do a video game dancing work out (you get different challenges every week). I was trying to set my game up and my dance pad stopped working; it's broken. I think at this point I just lost it. I kind of threw a tantrum. Sir was trying to help, saying, "You have another one, we'll just use this one!" I was being irrational.

"I don't wan't that one, I want both. I have two so two people can play at the same time... now I have to buy another one!" I let out a groan, and I'm pretty sure stomped my foot. Eventually I sat down on the couch, and that's where my real feelings came out.

"I don't want to do today. I don't want to go to sports practice. I don't want to do this stupid dance workout. And I certainly don't want to go to another funeral, watching my cousins say goodbye to their dad," I exclaimed!

Well, there it is, I guess. The real source of my anger. My uncle passed away last Monday. He was very sick. And I suppose I didn't want to deal with the passing of another father. I think I had feelings tied up in the grief of my own dad. I wasn't very close with my uncle, but he was a good man, and watching my cousins, who I am close with, grieve that loss... I know the feeling all too well, and it's awful.

But Sir had me finish my dance workout, and packed all my stuff up for sports practice, loaded the car with it and things I had for my cousins, and drove me to practice, and then picked me up and then drove me to the funeral. He was amazing and super helpful. And I was irrational and not fully appreciative. As we got into the car, a giant snowmelt fell off the tree directly splatting onto my head. "I guess this is the kinda shitty day it's going to be," I said.

After sports practice, where I had pushed myself harder than I had in weeks, I was absolutely ravenous and a little hangry. My blood sugar was low, and I was being a little bit bitchy. Sir stopped at a McDonald's and put Chicken McNuggets in my face as we drove. It helped. Also, Chicken McNuggets from McDonald's with sweet n' sour sauce is one of my guilty pleasures. I know I shouldn't eat McDonald's but I love those nuggets! After I had eaten I could see clearer. I let him know that I loved him, and did appreciate him being absolutely amazing and helping me all morning when I was being a bit crazy. He said he loved me, and would always help me, and that of course I was going to be punished for my behavior.

We got through the day. Sir was continued to be great, and he handled dealing with my crazy in-your-face family at their grieving worst with grace and patience.

When it was all over and we were finally in the car making the two hour drive back, Sir reminded me that I was going to be punished when we got home. He said it wasn't for having emotions, or for me having a rough day; he gets that. It was for specifically how I treated him, when he was trying to help. How I  yelled back at him about the dance pad when he was providing an actual solution. And I made a snippy comment when we were getting a little lost about how neither could he drive or read a fucking map. I was mad because I didn't want to drive, I wanted the time in the car to get ready for the funeral, do my hair and put on makeup. We had switched drivers at the McDonald's. I had not yet eaten, but that's not really an excuse. He was trying very hard to help and my comment wasn't fair.

So I was trying of course to get out of him what the punishment would be. Cornertime? A very hard spanking (that never happens)? Laundry? Sleeping apart from him?

Turns out I guessed correctly eventually. He had me take an epsom salt bath when I got home to soak my aching muscles (it was hard getting down the stairs leaving my aunt's house; muscle soreness from pushing myself setting in). When I got out, he had set up the air mattress at the foot of our bed. He had me get in, then chained my left leg, ensuring I stayed put. Lately, he's been chaining me to bed, but it's usually OUR bed.

I had to sleep alone, cold, and without him. No cuddles. No pets. No security. It was especially fitting because on the ride home all I was talking about is how great it would be to get into bed with him and cuddle. We didn't have to get up in the morning so we could revel in it. Nope. Not for this girl. And it had to be bad for Sir too. Having to punish me punishes him. He was alone in bed, without me to cuddle on him. It just added another layer to the remorse I was feeling over how I treated him.



I definitely deserved it. Sir was merciful and once morning came, he undid the chain and allowed me back into bed with him for a morning cuddle. Made all the better by having to miss out on it all night.

I am truly sorry for the way I treated you, Sir. I am allowed to have emotions and feelings, but I shouldn't take them out wrongly on you. Thank you, Sir, for putting me to rights.

In my case, I think it's a little of both.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Doing it for Him

Do you ever find that you're much more motivated to do something simply because your Dom told you to do it?


The other morning, Sir went to work. Before he went he told me to do two things: Do a load of dishes, and put away some knick knacks that I got in North Carolina. I told him of course, and that I had planned on doing these things anyway.

Well, 6:20 pm  rolls around and I realize that I have not yet done either of these things. Typically if Sir tells me to do something during the day, he means "before he gets home from work", which is around 8:30 pm. If it weren't for Sir telling me to do them, I'm pretty sure I would have let those two tasks slide in favor of being a couch potato. But I had a moment of mini-panic and a lot of motivation to get my butt off the couch, and handle them. Does that feeling ever happen to you?

I was thinking of how disappointed Sir would be if he came home and they weren't done. And how I literally have no excuse today. So I got up and did them. It didn't take a lot of time, and the house of course looks better for it. And once you start doing one little thing, if you're like me, you end up doing a lot of other little things.

All because he asked me to do two simple things! I suppose this is one way that he is my motivation.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Kinky Olympics

The Olympics. I am a pretty huge fan. I don't like to watch much sports on TV - I prefer to watch the few I enjoy in person. The exception for me is the Olympics. I'm pretty much glued to it.

I am really enjoying these winter games. The opening ceremonies were uplifting, full of wonder, and hope. The countries coming in, North and South Korea competing as one... the lighting of the torch... the drones, the skiiers, the Arirang performance, the Imagine performance! So many good feelings.

Then the backstories of the athletes, and watching their competitions. It is amazing. The hard work, the dedication, the years of practice. It is inspiring what they do to pursue their sport.

Which got me thinking to relationships and kink.


I feel like my relationship is best, that our kink is best, when Sir and I are actively working on it. When we get practice. When we make time for each other, even when it is inconvenient. When we engage in the community, thinking about what to do, what not to do, what has worked, and what has not. And making time to practice our craft - whatever it is. Dominating, submitting, bondage, restraints, rope play, impact play, etc. 

Have you ever had that experience of "being rusty"? I mean, we've gotten a good laugh at times for how out of practice we've been with kinky skills. But at least for Domination and submission - the more out of practice we are, the more it "doesn't work" when we come back to it. I'm not as compliant, I'm not in the right headspace. Sir says something that is meant to be bad-ass and starts laughing halfway through it. 

The more we do it, the better we are at it. The more it works. Almost like exercise or training for your sport. Maybe that's why maintenance spankings work. Or having a weekly time where Sir  just plays with rope.

To be good at what you do, you've got to practice! So, are you going for the gold in your relationship?


Friday, February 16, 2018

FFF: Good Week, Need to Track Sleep

Another Fit for Friday is here!


Fondles had some interesting articles on her FFF blog about Interval Weight Loss. I looked up more after reading her post. Essentially, you reset your body's "settling" point. The weight it seems to want to be at. I don't know if you've noticed that, but my body certainly has! It seems to want to settle at 190 lbs. So you do a month of losing (a small amount, 2 kg or about 4 lbs for the month, followed by a month of maintaining. Then another month of losing. I may look into trying it.

Here's my wrap-up for the week:

Workouts: I did two sports practices this week, on Wednesday and Thursday. Saturday I did a quick interval training workout. On Sunday, I also threw in a cardio/strength workout video right before bed, since I ate too much and I felt guilty, haha. I didn't make it through the whole video but I'm still proud. Its been a rough week and I'm glad with what I did. I didn't even want to go to practice yesterday (felt nauseous), and I definitely didn't want to do that cardio workout after all the eating I did Sunday!

As an aside, I got my tax return back and happily spent about half of it on all-new gear for my sport. Sir went with me to try everything on and pick it all out, which was awesome of him. He's even thinking about getting some of his old gear out so we can practice together (his sport is different but has some similarities to mine. He also hasn't played in years. I forget sometimes that his team won their National Championship back in the day!) I've only had my new gear for two practices and I'm noticing a big difference in my performance! I was borrowing gear, and using some literally ten year old gear I had up until this point. Now I just gotta break it all in!

Eating: I ate under maintenance for 5 days. I ate under my goal for 1, and went over maintenance one day, on Sunday. Not by much, but still. My aunt is visiting my mom from Alaska and she made these amazing lamb steaks with roasted asparagus!! My brother also bought me donuts for breakfast that morning, hahaha. Could have been worse! Sir and I had a great dinner for Valentine's Day but I still managed to stay under maintenance!

Weight: I lost 0.8 lbs compared to last week. I was being sulky about it (was hoping I would be less than I was when I started FFF, hoping the initial gain was water weight or something... But Sir put me to rights... "What I heard was that you lost weight! Good job!"

Stress: I didn't make time for Yoga this week. But, I did take an extended hot bubble bath, while reading a book and enjoying a decaf coffee. Definitely felt relaxing!



Decluttering: I brought the giant pile of clothes to the donation place this week. I also amassed a small laundry basket full of other assorted items to donate. A couple books, an old backpack, picture frames, a ladle... I honestly don't remember all what was in there, but it was good stuff that hopefully will help out another family at the local thrift shop! I started a pile of books to go through (donate, give away, maybe read and then donate)... I have a LOT of books. This is going to be my struggle. Its hard for me to not amass books, and will be harder still to give them away if I haven't read them yet!

Oh! While I was cleaning the bedroom, I realized just how much random kinky stuff Sir and I have just... laying around. It's just him and me living here, and we don't have friends or relatives close by that drop in. Ever. So stuff just accumulates. This is what I amassed to actually put away properly (definitely not getting rid of this stuff):



Sleep: I'm going to add this category starting this week. I haven't slept right the past few nights and I really need to be more mindful of this, especially once I return to work in a couple of weeks! I really want to aim for 8 hours, that's typically when I feel my best, but 7 is a good minimum goal, I think. Last night I got 5.

Hope you all had a verifiably good Valentine's week working on your goals!!!
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