Alaska Adventures, Part One

#onaboat

Misty Fjords

Ketchikan, AK

Icy Straight Point

Home of the World's Largest and Tallest Zip Line

Hoonah, AK

Monday, June 10th

You may have noticed that my Friday check ins have disappeared.

Or, you may have not. Probably not. Well, they have.

I was starting to feel off balance having my Weight Watchers week start over at the end of the work week. My little OCD brain couldn't handle it. So, with the start of my Whole30 and the new month of June, I've decided my WW week now begins on Mondays. Isn't that just better? Don't we like that so much more?

We do.

I'm going to change up the way I check in a bit. Each Monday, I'm going to log my weight (unless it will really fuck with my psyche), and give a little recap of my mood, food, and movement for the past week. Then I'll share what I hope to accomplish throughout the next seven days. Not goals. I need to stop with the goals. Just...things I want to do. Things I'd like to do. Things I think will make me happy.

Weight: 144.8
Mood: Struggling a bit, but overall good. Starting the Whole30 has really helped to pull me out of the funk I've found myself in for the last few weeks, but I've still had some hard days. Overall though, I'm doing much better. I'm reading a new book that promises to help with my mental state, so we'll see how this week shapes up.
Food: Great! I'm really sticking to my Whole30 and really have not been tempting to stray. I overindulged a bit in plantains on Saturday night, but really, overeating fruit is not the worst thing I could have done, right?
Movement: Eh. Tried yoga on Saturday, and we know how that went. Other than that, no activity.

This week, I would like to...

...move my body every day.

...keep my living space clear and free of clutter.

...be happy.

Not A Beach Day

Remind me why I asked for more work, when it results in me not blogging all day?

Here's a video of the happiest elephant that ever happied.

Back to work.

Elephant Power

Y'all.

There is a yogi musician called, well, M.C. Yogi, with a song and album called "Elephant Power".

Yes. YES.

I bought it, of course.

I love this one.

And I recognize this one from class.

LOVING.

Pillhead

Since I started on my happy pills, I've had my various orange medicine bottles rattling around in the bottom of my big purse amongst the receipts, lip glosses and random assortment of trinkets. Every time I was ready to take my meds and I had to dig around in there for too long fishing for my bottles, I felt a bit like a crazy addict.

So I decided my drugs need a home. A nice safe little nook to live in, so they're all together in one place and easy for me to find.

And I had the perfect spot for them. A makeup bag that hasn't gotten any love in awhile.

ELEPHANT!

Pink for the Cure

It's elephant love.

My darling Buff gave me a pair of incredibly adorable earrings for my birthday, so bright and funky, and this super entertaining kid's card. I cannot stop messing with it.

And my Biff gave me a present too! This perfect necklace: an elephante! I am so in love with it.

I will wear it always. SPARKLY HAPPY ELEPHANT.

"There'll be love in the bodies of the elephants too..."

A song I've had on my iTunes for who knows how long, but recently introduced to me by the teacher in my Friday yoga class. Makes me wiggle in downward dog!

Modern Motivational Posters

Shopping has become such an educational experience. Every pillow or poster or pitcher for booze is oh so motivational, directing you to live your life to the fullest...or chiding you for not making the most of it. I swear, someone out there is making millions (hundred of thousands? I didn't major in business) off this whole trend.

And I won't deny that I have fallen victim to this fad.

This picture hangs in my bathroom:

And you've seen my blogspiration above my vanity:

Have you met Ellie, my stuffed animal friend from infancy?

But I've had them for like, months. I'm so ahead of the times. I'm coooool. 

But seriously, I was out and about in a few stores this past week, and EVERYTHING was inspirational, aspirational, motivational. There were dozens of pictures stacked against the walls of Marshalls and Ross and Bed, Bath and Beyond listing all the awesome things I should do with my life and how I should live and laugh and love.

It actually kind of stressed me out.

And okay, this wasn't so much motivational, as awesome.

Irrelephant

Therapist #2 (she who prescribes me drugs) asked me not to weigh myself every day, and only take out my scale on Fridays for my weigh in days.

Two days in and this is not working. I am compelled. The scale calls to me.

Sure, I could put my scale in the trunk of my car as I have in the past. This is an effective method. But what fun is that?

This is way more amusing.

I am a dork.

And I like it.

Elephant Joy