So What is Good?

crossfit, daily life, dissertation, pregnancy, running

After yesterday’s whine, I must admit I am feeling much better today. Not physically (I’m still in pain), but mentally. I also did not wake up at 2 am, but at 5:30 today — the difference between five hours of sleep vs. eight hours!

So here is what’s good:

I sent my final dissertation chapter to my committee yesterday.  All had read it before, but this was the official and final version. I wrote a conclusion today. All that is left is to make sure formatting and citations are in order and I can officially submit my dissertation.

It is looking like I will defend before I turn 29. Age is arbitrary, but when one of my options was to have my defense on February 4th (my birthday is the next day) as opposed to dates later in the month, I took it. Ph.D. before thirty here I come!

I received a revise and resubmit from a peer-reviewed academic journal. After two rejections, this one felt good! I read through the comments and they look interesting and useful. I will probably not work on it until I’m officially all done with the dissertation — one thing at a time, people! — but I am hoping to get my edits and changes in by the end of February. If it gets accepted, it will be my first academic publication (not a small deal). Huzzah!

Credit at the chiropractor’s office. I will not see my chiropractor until Friday afternoon (get here soon, please!). However, all my visits are financial-guilt free. Years ago, back when I was on my mom’s insurance (thanks Obama!), all my visits were covered, yet I still paid out of pocket for them. Then they would credit me for my next visit, etc. I don’t know, it got confusing, but I still went all the time. I am a real bone-crackin’ believer. Anyway I did not go for several years. Turns out I had a several hundred dollar credit. It is like a gift from past me to future me. Like “Hey future self, you’ll be pregnant, probably in pain, and trying to save in a few years. This is for you.”

Taking a walk outside. Today I did some walking and about a mile and a half of running outside, totaling around three miles. I do not care about the cold. It feels so good to be outside. Yes, I feel stiff and sore and running does not feel lovely, but not being indoors, not being on the treadmill is its own gift. I listened to my dissertation-writing playlist and generally felt joyful.

So yeah, my running is declining. I landed weird (like actually felt a pop) on my left foot while attempting double-unders at CrossFit today and my ankle is swollen (help me ice and ace bandage!). My pelvis hurts. Physically I feel like a mess, but I’m grateful. I’m grateful to just be moving. I’m grateful that I managed twenty-five double-unders today during the work-out which is twenty-five more than the last work-out where I attempted to do them. I’m grateful that today was spent writing and not editing.

So, there you go. That’s what’s good.

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Making Peace with the Deluge

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“Après moi, le deluge.”

— supposedly said by Louis XV of France (who preceded Louis XVI who was king during the French Revolution — the deluge)

I am in a state of frustration. For the last few weeks, I keep waking up at 2am. I cannot fall back asleep, so I find the easiest thing to do is to just roll with it. I get up. I make the coffee. I do the morning things. I start working. By mid-morning I’m frazzled and exhausted. I typically work out around noon, so as you can imagine that works out really well.

Today I planned to run sixty minutes, then go to CrossFit. It was icy outside so I went to the rec center and ran on the treadmill. Now — I’m not someone who is normally super physically insecure. Trust me I’m insecure about plenty of other things, but that is not usually one of them. Today I felt it. You see, I am definitely in that phase where if you know that I am pregnant, I look pregnant. However, if you do not know I’m pregnant, I just look like I really indulged over the 2018 holiday season and am a New Year Resolutioner atoning for my gluttonous ways. I walked into the rec with all the skinny college girls on the treadmills and I just felt fat and bloated, not like a pregnant bad ass. So, as you can tell my attitude was fantastic.

Physically, I just felt trashed. My legs felt trashed. Every muscle and joint felt trashed. It just felt stupid hard. I gave up running the whole time after twenty minutes. I quit at around 53 minutes (yeah, I had seven minutes left and I quit). At this point, my groin and pelvis were aching and I went home, ate, and passed out for the next several hours.

I’m frustrated. I don’t love “wogging” — switching back to walking and running. I am frustrated about the fact that I’m just looking at a slow decline between now and June. I am frustrated that my pelvis will not stop hurting. If you mention this, the response is “oh if you are tired now, just wait until the baby comes” or “good luck working out post-baby, so why bother now?” I get it. The great message is that come June life is going to hit the fan, so everything I’m complaining about now is irrelevant. It is (not) very helpful.

Moreover, even though I know, I know physically things are just going to be going downhill for awhile (and not in that fun way), I am having a hard time having patience with it and patience for myself. I know I’m going to have to go slow, but do I really have to take walk breaks? After I make peace with the walk breaks, now do I have to have so much pelvic pain? Even CrossFit related (which frankly, has not been too affected by pregnancy because I have to do everything modified already anyways) — burpees are hard and painful, but should I basically walk like I have saddle legs afterwards because of my cranky pelvis?

I think I envisioned myself being one of those pregnant runners who would run the whole time. And when I had those few amazing weeks November through December, I thought no problem. Even though I knew it might not last, I thought maybe, just maybe, I would be one of those lucky people where it would. And trust me, I’m still going to try. Can’t keep a Type A girl down! I just think I’m going to have to adjust what that looks like with the pelvic pain, because it is painful and not a joy at all.

Most importantly, I think I’m going to have to make peace with the deluge, but aside from re-reading this Katie Grossman article, I still have no idea how to do that yet.

 

 

Monday Miles : January 7 – 13, 2019 (19 Weeks Pregnant)

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This week was derailed by snow, illness, and most of all, shoddy planning. We left for Ohio Thursday night with full intentions of returning Saturday morning. Every single time we travel we bring more than we need. Friday was a planned rest day. So should I bring my work out gear? Anything for my dissertation? No. Because we’re heading right back.

Around three a.m. Saturday morning I woke up to find out Bruno was quite sick. At first we thought maybe indigestion, so I did not think much of it. But after a couple hours, it was very clear he had the flu. He was not going anywhere.

Not that it mattered anyway. It snowed hard in Ohio and the roads were a mess. So Saturday was spent reading kindle books and taking care of Bruno. It was not too bad, although I could feel creeping dissertation anxiety set in.

Sunday, though, the dissertation anxiety was in full swing. Luckily, Bruno felt much better (although definitely not at 100%) and after mass, we drove back up to Michigan, messy roads be damned. I had slept pretty terribly the previous three nights, so all I did was go grocery shopping and try to do as much cooking to prepare for the next week to make sure all I had to focus on was my dissertation.

So yeah — life gave me a bit more rest days. Once again, trying not to get frustrated with myself, but appreciate that hey, at least I can still do this. Plus, there were a few other wins. Three days of CrossFit this week, instead of just one for example. Most importantly, last week’s pelvic pain seems to be much diminished. I will be keeping an eye on it, but much rejoicing on that front.

1 – 7 : 60 minutes walk/run. Mainly walked with 3 x 5 minute runs. 3.96 miles. 15:11/mile. CrossFit. 5 x 3 shoulder presses ever 2:30 minutes – 50 lbs., 55 lbs., 60 lbs. (previous PR), 65 lbs. (new PR!), 50 lbs. WOD – 8 x 20 seconds push press (usually 5-7 each round), 10 seconds rest, 20 seconds bar-bell row (5-7 each round) – used 45 lbs.

1 – 8 : 50 minute run/walk. Walked five minutes, ran ten. Repeat. 3.84 miles. 13:01/mile. CrossFit. 5 x 400m run + 15 hang power-cleans @ 45 lbs. 21 minutes 7 seconds.

1 – 9 : Rest.

1 – 10 : 60 minutes run/walk. Walk 10 minutes, run 20. Repeat. 5.21 miles. 11:31/mile. CrossFit. 10 x for time – 10 burpees, 5 ring-rows, 5 kip swings (I’m not calling this by the right name — I can’t do a kipping pull-up or any pull-up yet). 17 minutes 47 seconds.

1 – 11 : Rest.

1 – 12 : Rest.

1 – 13 : Rest.

Totals : Running – 14.6 miles, 2 hours 50 minutes. CrossFit. 3 hours. 5 hours 50 minutes. Did not do my January goals of swimming or double-under practice (did both today though — so at least starting this week on the right track.)

Onward!

 

Favorite Things : January 5 – 11, 2018

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Quick post today. I’m home in Ohio because I have a job interview later today. I know, with finishing my dissertation to submit and everything else, right? It will be fun though because I’ll get to have coffee with friends I haven’t seen in awhile.

I cannot express how much better I feel as compared with last week Friday. I really tried hard to take it easy and pay attention to see if the pelvic pain increased or decreased and it has been, for the most part, the latter. I’m hoping (fingers crossed) to do an hour fifteen minute run on Sunday without walk breaks. I’ll take it as easy as I can, but that would definitely feel good. Most importantly, I’ll try to be happy with whatever happens.

Without further ado, here are this week’s favorite things.

David Roche on how lack of time is not an excuse.

Are calendars better than to-do lists?

The need for quiet time.

Joining a regular gym in the new year is apparently a waste of money.

When life gets in the way of running.

I loved this Instagram post from girlsgonewodpodcast.

Have a great weekend!

This is the (Very Near) End

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I am planning on turning my dissertation in early next week — the whole thing. I have been working on the dissertation itself for about two years now. I started researching for the proposal I believe this time 2017 (I took my comps in fall 2016 — but desperately needed a break, so I think I read novels and did nothing for two months straight, ah the luxuries of academic life). It was approved late April, early May (can’t exactly remember) and I turned in my first chapter five days after I got married. I’ve been working on it ever since. The time I’ve been working on the topic, if not the dissertation, becomes even longer if I include that it developed out of a paper I turned in fall 2015. So three and a half years. Me, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, religion, and politics.

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Hanging out at the Rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau in Paris. Also, home of the original Christian Louboutin store. Not pictured, me salivating over those beautiful red-soled shoes.

Even though I still have other requirements to fulfill after I submit — the defense and public presentation, I am starting to feel kind of strange that this is the end. I have no idea what comes after. So much of my life has revolved around this dissertation — anticipation for the dissertation, preparation for the dissertation, talking about the dissertation, researching for the dissertation, and of course, writing the dissertation. No longer having that big “d” word hanging over head feels like both a gain and a loss.

It is a gain for obvious reasons. These are the very final requirements for my doctorate, a process I began in 2013, something I wanted to do for ten years now. My undergraduate professors were (are) rock stars to me, modeling a way of life as much as they taught me about books. I loved what I did. I wanted to continue — well how to do that? Get a Ph.D. Those three letters do not mean that much to me as a credential. Instead, I think of them as representative of ten years of study, conversation, reading, thinking, and writing. Finishing is a gain because it reflects all those years.

I think it obvious why it might be a loss though. A long time ago — back in fourth grade — I told people I wanted to be a librarian, because I was under the impression that all they did all day was read. Cute, right? I know now that is not true, but I have been able to do just that for the last ten years really. I just hang out and read all day. I write about what I read. Last semester I taught what I read. My life revolves around reading, just as I had always wanted it. I get paid to sit around and read, with of course the stipulation that I’ll eventually finish this dissertation. I have no idea what I will do after this, but I can wager a guess that I probably will not be hanging out reading and writing all day.

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At the memorial to Rousseau in the Pantheon (he is buried in the crypts). 

Turning in my dissertation feels loaded. I’m a bit sad about it. But at the same time, I’m happy, proud of myself for finishing and for the work put in. I’m amazed that it is almost done, almost all over, that within a month, maybe a month and half — depending on how long it takes to schedule my defense — I will be completely done.

In the meantime, I’ll enjoy these last few days of sitting at my desk, scrambling to get things done. I’m sure I’ll enjoy the break from it too, but for now, I want to enjoy working on my dissertation for the little time left with it I have.*

*At least — in its form as a dissertation. It could very well be that the end has no end here.

 

 

Best Books for Productivity in 2019

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A confession: I’m a junkie for time-management books. I love knowing how to order and schedule my day and how other people schedule their days. I think I knew I was going to marry Bruno when he described to me how he plans his daily schedule and to-do lists.* Yeah, we’re the most romantic people you know. One of my favorite parts of Rousseau’s Confessions is when he describes his own day and then the day of the Spanish Altuna who is an 18th century strict-schedule keeper extraordinaire. I admire that guy.

Leaving the 18th century (dissertation on my mind), there are plenty of productivity books I love for today. Some I still go back to for when I need jolt to get things done and quit messing around the Internet. I know people say that you cannot rely on motivation, but sometimes you need that external source. If coffee is liquid ambition, then books on productivity are ambition’s written form.

Here they are the books that usually lead me to close out of facebook, pull up Microsoft Word and get going.

168 Hours: You Have More Time Than You Think by Laura Vanderkam. Just listing this book makes me want to go back and re-read it. It is also one of the biggest reasons I get mildly irritated when people say “I don’t have time to do x.” You do. It just is not a priority. I like her practical suggestions like keeping a time-diary, but the best part of the book I think are the inspiring and motivating life examples. People are able to do so much more than they think they can.

Deep Work: Rules for Success in a Distracted World by Cal Newport.  If you get any book to improve your productivity (and general life happiness), it should be this one. We (I) waste so much time messing around on the internet. Still. This book is a swift kick in the you know where. I especially like the idea that deep work is a muscle to be developed. You cannot just sit down and work for a focused eight hours a day. You have to practice, start small.

Atomic Habits: An Easy & Proven Way to Build Good Habits and Break Bad Ones by James Clear. Speaking of starting small, I loved this book on habit building. It gives very specific advice on how to develop small habits that eventually develop into a better life. I’ve written about this book already on my Year of 1% Goals, but I still cannot help but recommend it.

Air & Light & Time & Space : How Successful Academics Write by Helen Sword.  This book helped me out when I was in a dissertation writing rut. Chapter one was fine, chapter two was fine, and then I just sort of felt overwhelmed by the whole process. I like seeing how creatives do their work, but it also did not really apply to me. This was research and writing. I recommend this book to anyone starting a dissertation.

12 Rules for Life: An Antidote for Chaos by Jordan Peterson. If your life is not in order, you cannot get work done. Fact. I think one of the more troubling things presented to any sort of life is ideal of the suffering, starving, drunken, debauched artist. It simply is not always true. Hell, even Ernest Hemingway once wrote a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald telling him to knock it off with his nonsense so he could write. It is like that wonderful Gustav Flaubert quote, “Be regular and orderly in your life like a bourgeois, so that you may be violent and original in your work.”

What are your favorite books that help you to get things done? What are you reading now?

*I’m kidding. Sort of. Life compatibility, you know?

January 2019 Goals : The Year of 1% Better

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If you missed it, last week I declared 2019 the Year of 1% Better. Because so many things this year are to be determined (motherhood, post-graduate school life, where I will be working to name just a few big ones), I have decided to take things month-by-month and do little things to improve and, well, be better.

As you might have guessed from yesterday’s post, my January goals are already side-tracked. Excruciating pelvic pain at the end of last week has moved me to plan B: do what I can. That said, yesterday I felt pretty much fine, worked out and felt fine, and still feel fine today. So maybe, just maybe, it was an end of the first week of 2019 thing and will not derail my whole January. Fingers crossed!

Ok, ok. So here are the goals for this month:

SUBMIT MY DISSERTATION. This is the goal of all goals — the goal where all goals must be sacrificed to, if need be. This is what I have been working on for the last year and a half. And yes, it is finally happening. I am done with going through editing and formatting three chapters, with two to go. This one will probably be done next week, but it is the most important. I have been a Ph.D. student since 2013. 2019 will be the year I graduate. Six years.

91 Miles. This is one of those goals on Strava that different company’s post. Apparently 91 miles in January is 2x the amount of the average Strava runner in 2019. I do not care if I ran these or walk these (most likely both). I just want to do it while I can.

Do not, do not, DO NOT go out to eat at all for the entire month. We are so bad at this. One of us (ok, it is me. It is always me.) will be like, “I don’t feel like cooking.” Next thing you know, I’m eating a cheeseburger at a restaurant in town. It is not even like this place has a ton of delicious places to eat, so usually I’m eating a meal that is just ok. There are loopholes with this – if someone invites us out to eat and Culver’s custard when we do our grocery shopping on Sundays.

Double-under practice 3x week. Last week, I only did two days. I’m going to try to pick it back up this week. Note I did not say “accomplish double-unders.” I cannot guarantee that, but I’m hoping by putting in a little bit of time, I will get better and manage to do more than one every single time I try to do them.

Swim 1x week. I missed swimming, so I just want to incorporate it back in and do just a little session in the pool every week. So far, so good.

CathLIT2019. I guess this is more of a 2019 goal, but the idea is to read one book on Catholicism a month. The blog Carrots for Michaelmas put together a whole list with categories that I am going to try to follow. I’m trying to do what I think may be more denser, more time-consuming books prior to baby C’s arrival. This month’s category is a book about Mary, so I’m reading Louis de Montfort’s True Devotion to Mary (which arrived just yesterday…hooray!).

Poach an egg. Categorize this in random, but seriously, I do not know how to do this. I should know how to do this. I want to know how to do this. I will learn how to do this, even if it takes me more cartons of eggs than I expect. My favorite breakfast in the world is eggs benedict and I’m not gong to be able to do it without going out to eat if I do not figure out how to poach some eggs. This is the year, people.

What are your goals for January? For 2019?

 

 

 

 

 

Monday Miles : December 31, 2018 – January 6, 2019 (18 Weeks Pregnant)

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This week started out strong. I ran. I swam. I continued the process of finishing my dissertation. I had a few goals on Strava I was hoping to achieve, because well, I felt so good.

Then, boom. Hello, pelvic pain. Thursday night while sitting on the couch, one minute I was totally fine and the next I was in excruciating pain. I’m not kidding. I could not even walk upstairs to go to bed. Bruno had to bring me down some blankets and a pillow. To try to even get off the couch, I felt just a pull in my pelvic/tail bone area that I honestly thought I would have to crawl to get anywhere. I woke up on the couch around 2 in the morning and slowly, slowly made my way upstairs, but I think cried from the pain for like an hour until I was able to fall asleep again. I’m a lot of fun, people!

It felt a little bit better Friday morning, but only enough that I could hobble upstairs very slowly to use our bathroom. I did not work out (obviously). Every movement felt like a pull on my tailbone and the pain in the front seemed mostly on my right side. I went to get a massage in the afternoon, which helped dramatically. Saturday was much better, but still painful. Sunday I went for a walk. And today, well today I can tell something happened, but the pain no longer makes me feel like I have to get sick, but instead is very faint.

So 2019 started with a big bang. I have tried to keep in mind while the running has been good that things could change and I may just not be able to run anymore. Of course, that is easier said than done. Even while eighteen weeks pregnant and not able to work out, I had a hard time just being “nice” to myself and letting it go.

I’m trying to be nicer to myself this week. I’ll probably be walking with my runs — just trying to get the time outside in, not the miles. We’ll see.

Anyway — here are last week’s workouts.

12-31-18 : Run. 15 minutes. 1.29 miles. 11:43/mile.

1 – 1 – 19 : Run. 45 minutes. 4.43 miles. 10:10/mile.

1 – 2 : Run/walk. 30 minutes. 2.35 miles. 12:45/mile. I walked two minutes, ran three. CrossFit. It was so good to be back. However, I can always really feel it when I haven’t gone in awhile. 20 minutes – AMRAP – 3 wall walk planks, 15 toes-to-kettle-bell, 200m run with 14 lbs. medicine ball, 25 Russian kettle-bell swings @ 35 lbs., 45 second double-under practice. 3x + 3 wall walk planks (try saying that fast) + 2 toes-to-kettle-bell. I actually really liked this one, although I had to keep checking the board — “wait a second, what am I supposed to be doing now?” I did not think the run with the medicine ball was that bad — just awkward. Like, where should I put this damn thing? I will admit that in each of my 45 seconds of double-under practice, not a single double-under was accomplished. Yikes!

1 – 3 : Swim. Yes, yes, yes, yes. I missed the pool so much. I have not swam since my triathlon in August. I look like a beluga whale in my swimming suit right now (but you look at how expensive maternity swimsuits are). My new Garmin goes into the pool with me — so that was a lot of fun because it meant I do not need to count anymore. Anyway — I did 100m breast stroke warm-up, then 10 minutes of 25m repeats free-style with 30 seconds rest. Then another 100m breast stroke. According to Strava, which puts everything in yards — I did 437 yards, 2:37/100 yards. Later I learned that for pregnant women, breast stroke can be very irritating and cause a lot of pelvic pain. The more you know. Run. 18 minutes. 1.62 miles. 11:06/mile. Practiced double-unders. Actually managed to do a few. Redemption!

1 – 4 : Pain. Recovery. Massage.

1 – 5 : Pain. Prenatal yoga for pelvic floor. I am going to try to start doing this once a week now.

1 – 6 : Morning walk. 30 minutes. 2 miles. 15:45/mile. Still pain, but significantly less.

Totals: Running/walking – 12 miles. 2 hours, 18 minutes. CrossFit – 1 hour. Swim – 437 yards, 11 minutes. 3 hours, 29 minutes.

Onward!

Favorite Things: December 28, 2018 – January 4, 2019

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Does it feel like it took forever to get to Friday this week, or is that just me? I’m glad it is finally the weekend, made all the better because the next two days involves zero travel, no holiday parties, nothing at all. Hello, return to normalcy.

I have nothing too exciting planned, which is exactly how I want it. Tomorrow morning I have my small group. We’re still reading this book. Then Sunday I’ll do a longish run around an hour and fifteen minutes. Probably needless to say (but I’ll say it anyway), but I’ll mostly be working on my dissertation.

So, without further ado, here are this week’s favorite things:

Kaci Lickteig posts about her year of overcoming injury and return to running.

I think we can all agree that we can leave words like collusion, grapple, platform, and wheelhouse in 2018.

Eric Schranz on his first year of not drinking. When in Connecticut, I tried to find the Athletic Brewing beer he mentions. I couldn’t find it at the liquor stores where (according to the brewery website) I thought I would find it, so I think I’ll have to just order it.

Foods for eating healthier on a budget. I’m pretty sure Bruno and I go through three cartons of eggs a week. Maybe that is too much for two people?

Bad habits we won’t give up for 2019.

Yesterday I declared 2019 the year of 1% better. Here is an article by James Cleary on the Lakers and 1% improvements.

Outcome goals vs. process goals.

Any big plans for this weekend? Or, like me, are you spending this weekend hanging out with your dissertation, wondering “can I graduate“?

 

The Year of 1% Better

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2019 is an up-in-the-air kind of year for me. I have a good idea what the next few weeks might look like. In a couple of weeks I will submit my dissertation. I will hopefully defend in February, completing all Ph.D. requirements. And then, I do not know. I do not graduate until May and am fully funded — so that is not a problem. It is the what comes after that is sort of the up-in-the-air part. Questions such as — where will I work? Where will we live? Not to mention that in June comes baby…

So, yes, goals. Considering that the only part of 2019 that I have any clarity about is the month I’m currently in, it has been kind of hard to make plans for the year at large. Like I would love to be able to write that I have plans for a fall marathon, but life post-baby might not allow for that. I do not know. I have no idea and I do not want to assume anything (because you know what they say about the word assume…).

For 2019, then, I plan on focusing month by month instead of for the year-at-large. I finished reading James Clear’s Atomic Habits before the end of 2018. One of the main ideas of the book is to start with small habits, just a little bit every day. Tiny adjustments eventually make a big difference, as opposed to the big, grand declaration of habit change that usually ends up falling through by January 3.

“…improving by 1 percent isn’t particularly notable–sometimes it isn’t even noticeable–but it can be more meaningful, especially in the long run. The difference a tiny improvement can make over time is astounding. Here’s how the math works out: if you can get 1 percent better each day for one year, you’ll end up thirty-seven times better by the time you’re done. Conversely, if you get 1 percent worse each day for one year, you’ll decline nearly down to zero. What starts as a small win or a minor setback accumulates into something much more.” 

I like that and when I reflect back on my own life I think it is true. Every time I wanted to start eating healthier, I try to do some grandiose diet-type thing like Whole 30 (ok, Whole 30 people I understand it is not a diet, but you know what I mean). Within a few days I would make exceptions and be going out to eat (hello, my darling bacon cheeseburgers. I missed you). Whenever I wanted to start running again, I would immediately train for a marathon. Then, boom. Injured and discouraged, I would not pick it back up. I would go full Martha Stewart, wanting to keep my house clean. Even with my dissertation, every time I tried to be one of those people who could just pound out words eight hours a day, it would only take a day before I would be burnt out and messing around on Facebook. It never works. Never, ever works.

So this year, something different. Month by month, I’m going to focus on little goals — the 1% goals. I’ll share January’s goals next week, but for now this is the plan, and it seems as good a plan as any.