Rambling About My Lack of Exercise

I was going to exercise this morning after I had breakfast…but now I just want to crawl back into bed and take a nap.

At least I had yogurt and an apple for breakfast. I figure if I just eat healthier I’ll stop feeling so tired. I’m trying to either walk an hour a day or do some kind of cardio exercise. I put on weight before Christmas, since I’m living by myself now and I don’t have my mom asking me if I wanna go for a run…and my school closed the track for the winter.

I’m not a big gym person honestly. I prefer doing my workout, outdoors. I like running trails if I can but since I’m not familiar with the trails here I ran around the school track. It’s nice and big anyway, and you can see the forest from there. In the fall it was really great. The scenery here is beautiful.

I just want to stop feeling so tired. I’ve got a headache today probably because I haven’t been taking very good care of myself in the last couple of months. The last time I went out for a run was when it was pouring rain. People must’ve thought I was nuts to be out in that weather…but I got up and dressed without checking the weather outside. Once I opened the front door I decided to throw on a sweatshirt and go out anyway. I had the mindset that I was going to exercise that morning, and that’s exactly what I did. I was in the rain for about three hours though. That wasn’t my smartest decision. It was fun though…running around in the rain, listening to music.

I really need to get that mindset again. I suppose I could do those mall walks like my mom’s been doing, but I’d rather not bus to the mall in this weather. I don’t want to get stuck somewhere and have to call a cab.

Perhaps I could walk outside in the snow on campus? Might as well. It’ll give me an excuse to go find my new class. I just have to be careful of any ice.

I seriously wish I brought my weights with me. I keep forgetting them at home…but I barely use them anymore, now that I’m not doing sports. My dad bought them for me when I was fifteen because I was playing travel soccer and needed to build on my upper body strength. I used to have muscles…now they’re like well not as toned muscles. At the moment I’ve only got to lose like 15lbs which isn’t a big deal. The only thing that’s stopping me from doing so is myself. I should just wake up everyday with this, “I’m going to exercise” attitude.

Least for now I’m eating a lot better. Having my fruits and veggies. I feel a lot better when I’m eating yogurt than when I’m eating chips, that’s for sure.

Well this post has nothing to do with writing but…I mean when my body doesn’t feel good then it sure is hard for me to focus on other things. I think I need to take some advil or something. I thought if I ate my headache would go away. Maybe I need some water? Oh well….it’ll go away eventually.

Enjoy your week everyone!

 

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Will…When

Will you hear my story

When I’m buried beneath the snow?

Will you hear my story

When the flowers grow.

Will you sing my song

When the sun fades away?

Will you share my heart

When there’s nothing left to say?

— O. Ryder.

Sept. 2, 2015.

Back to School Again

Well it looks like my breaks over. It’s a little sad because I was having a great time spending time with my family but I’m pumped about starting a new semester. I’m hoping that I’ll meet more cool people this semester and continue to do well in each of my courses.

I’m really going to miss lying in my bed every morning, staring through the slits in my blinds to see the sky change from orange to blue. I do this all the time, and I find it relaxing. I can still do it here at school but my bed at home is more comfortable. I do get a great view from my window at school though. This place looks like Narnia right now compared to where I live. We’ve got warning signs up about falling ice. I wish I had skates to wear that fit me but because my folks and I broke our tradition of going skating every winter while we were on break I outgrew mine years ago and ended up not getting a new pair. I didn’t go tobogganing this year either…but my toboggan’s a little small and there wasn’t any snow.

Well I’m almost settled in again. Once I get my bedding back on I’ll be all set. I mean I still have to put my clothes away but I’ll do that after my beds made.

Hope that everyone had a good break and happy blogging!

— O.Ryder

Transitions and Travel

It seems that the transition to university has put a bit of a pause on my work. It’s irritating but my father believes that it is understandable. He explained to me that I’m still just trying to get the hang of everything, and that once I’m adjusted to this new lifestyle I will get back into writing. Nevertheless he found it extremely surprising that I hadn’t done any creative writing period. “There is a lake outside your window! There are gardens that you could sit and write in if you wanted to. With all this nature around, you should be able to write about something!”

Now I know that there are many writers out there who purposely move to areas like this, a tranquil environment surrounded by nature, however I learned many years ago that if you want, you can write anywhere. A good example of this is my cousin, he said that when he moved to British Columbia, that he would begin to write there. At the time I thought, “You live in an area surrounded by nature? What is so different about here and there?” but after watching a show recently where one of the characters was suffering from writers block I realized that many of us writers believe that we need to travel to places like France, Nova Scotia, or Japan in order to write.

I knew that university may take away the amount of time that I had for my novels, however in silence I made a promise to myself that I would work on it every chance I had. I feel as though I have already broken that promise; three weeks I’m here, watching life pass me by and not once did I open up my binder, grab a pencil and “bleed” across the pages to my hearts content.

It makes me wonder if location does have an impact us as writers. To be out of my favourite spot to write, my bedroom at home, it just doesn’t feel right. Sure this is a bedroom but as I told my father, this isn’t my bedroom. Maybe after my trip home this weekend, my bedroom will no longer feel like it belongs to me as well…however I fear that when I return to school I will not feel like it is home either.

Where is your favourite place to write?

If you could write in any province, state or country, where would that be? Why?

What makes you feel at home?