Fitness Update 2+ Years On

In reviewing my sad, neglected blog, I realized that I made an initial fitness post, an update a month later, and then completely forgot I was blogging about it. Now it’s been over two years.

I am happy to report that I still lift three times a week. I have embraced weights with an enthusiasm I did not know I possessed. Here are some of the fitnessy things I’ve done in the past two years.

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It’s my birthday, and here’s where I’m at

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything, so I’ll be uncharacteristically serious for this update.

At the beginning of this year, I optimistically promised fiction for this blog on special occasions. That didn’t last long; in April, I made some major real-life changes. The changes were good, but hard.

The husband became the ex-husband. The transition was tough, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. In part of an ongoing process to love myself more, I finally realized how miserable I was. I should have left a long time ago, but I know regret is useless. I did learn a lot, about who I am and who I don’t want to be.

Leaving made me free. Free to stop hating myself.

I moved in with my brother, who is a terrifically fun roommate. We spent weeks playing The Old Republic. At bedtime we listen to cassettes. (Yes, casssettes.) Currently we’re marathoning Supernatural. There’s a Hanson poster from the 90s on my living room wall. Our bedrooms are Slytherin (him) and Ravenclaw (me). It’s amazing.

In July, something wonderful happened. I started dating the man who’s been my best friend for the past ten years. The one who’s always been there for me when I need him. The man who liked me secretly and silently for so long; the man I’ve been in love with for ages, but couldn’t admit to it, even to myself. Some might argue that it’s too soon after my failed marriage, but those people don’t know us or our situations. We are happy, really happy, in a way I thought I could never be. I don’t have enough words to describe how much he means to me.

I’ve done a lot of reading. I’ve been through a lot of therapy (physical and emotional). I’ve kept up with my exercising. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been (again, physically and emotionally). I know who I am and I no longer feel ashamed of it.

And now that the real life stuff is out of the way:

I’ve done a couple of short stories for anthologies, and one (or two?) more to come. I’ve also signed up for NaNoWriMo this year so I can hopefully get a start on an idea that’s been rattling around in my head. I’ll be attending a couple of conventions in the coming year to hopefully shift some merchandise, so if you’re in the area, come and see me!

 

An Update from Holly Geely

At the beginning of the year I optimistically promised holiday fiction for this blog at least twice a month. Unfortunately, due to multiple events, that won’t be as consistent as I’d hoped. Here it is close to the end of May and life still feels like a whirlwind.

I will spare you the personal details, but these past weeks have been filled with regret and self-doubt. Most of it was unrelated to blogging or writing or even being online, but all of that has taken a hit.

I’m still writing. Whenever I think about giving it up, I remember the young person who approached me in the store one day and said they were a fan of my work. It was random and amazing and I will never forget it. Even if that young person remains my one and only fan (or has indeed taken a disliking to me in the interim) I am going to write when the writing mood takes me, whether I can sell it or not.

Finnaly #3 will be out in the next couple of months, once editing/cover are done. (#1 here, #2 here…books about dragons, adventure, romance, and potty humour!) Another book in the same universe struck me one day and is now in the preliminary stages. I’ve volunteered for a Christmas anthology (yay!) and I have another silly project on the go that may or may not see the light of day.

In the meantime, I will attempt to post here more frequently so the poor blog doesn’t feel such neglect. I’ve had a heck of a time coming up with interesting topics, but I’ll do my best.

 

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A voice among the crickets

This blog has been quiet for some time. Somehow I convinced myself that NaNoWriMo was a good idea. It turns out that in most ways it is; I have nearly finished a project that is close to my heart, thanks to the 50,000 word goal.

That means I haven’t had time for weekly contests or much of anything else, really. Writing time is scarce in November/December to begin with, because it’s the time of year I start to go nuts with Christmas activities (no regrets).

I’ve made my own schedule and I might just finish. Until then, it might continue to be somewhat quiet, but I have a surprise for the blog on the first of December.

So, until next time…wish me luck!

Fitness Update

Recently I’ve started going to the gym. By recently, I mean my first gym day was last Tuesday. I’ll be going two to three times a week, and my boss recommended a personal trainer. The trainer is amazing and uses plenty of metaphors. Last week I learned that taking care of my body is taking care of a small village in which there is only one well.

Excellent.

Losing weight isn’t my end goal, though that would be nice. Hopefully proper weight training will take care of, as the trainer calls them, my “aches and pains.” I have been in shape exactly 0% of my life and all of this fitness crap has always been more theory than reality.

On Tuesday we did lower body. My trainer is very reassuring; “At first you go slow, so that you don’t hurt yourself. You know you can do it, but you shouldn’t push yourself. Yet.” I thought “This isn’t so bad.” Until the next day when I rolled out of bed and why does it feel like someone punched me in the gut??

In high school, gym was when boys whipped top-speed dodgeballs at my boobs and marks were based on performance instead of effort. Many years later, I think I’ve finally moved past my fear of exercise; maybe this time I’ll make it.

I look forward to the day I can lift more than my 7 pound dog without hurting myself.