This past week, I've read some really good blogs, raw and otherwise. You'd think this would remind me that I'm behind on my own blogging and to get to it. Wrong! Wrong! (c) Charlie Murphy. So, to make up for my slacking ways, I'm just going to blog throughout the day. Whatever comes to mind. There may be a few photos sent in too. Maybe by the end of the day I'll feel like I can't live without my blogging, and carry my multi-posting through the week. Maybe...
While reading through my favorite blogs, I realized I haven't written anything in a while. I'm going through a major transition period. So much is up in the air. I really don't know how to articulate what's gone in in the past few weeks. But I'm anxious to see what change will come in the next week or so. I'm concentrating on projecting positivity and retaining all the good habits I've developed over the summer. And I constantly remind myself that Allah is the provider. When you settle on that, there's nothing more to say...
I am blessed with these days once in a while. Ones that relight the fire under me. Thank you to the woman that made me realize that I am an optimist because when something doesn't go my way, it's instinctual to channel that energy into doing more and doing it better.
Thank you, to the man, that through his death, made me see that as long as I'm consistent in doing the right things in Islam, everything will come to me. As long as I have the right intentions, and pass along my knowledge and fortune to those around me, I don't have to worry.
And that's that.
In memory of Shaykh Abdullah al-Harariyy
انّا للہ و انّا الیہ راجعون
What a way to end the summer. First M and I embarked on the first ever Raw Food Extravaganza. We visited 4 raw food restaurants in New York over 3 days. We took a lot of pics and notes, so that'll be showing up soon.
In other news, guess who got a new job? N! I'm so happy for her. She's been miserable at our company, and the people around her haven't been supportive at all. It was a dead end career road, if I've ever seen one. Add to that a psychotic manager, and N was ready to tear her hair out on more than one occasion. But she found a job, doing what she loves, with sane people and advancement potential. And tomorrow she'll give her two weeks notice.
That makes me sad. I'm losing my work buddy! I won't be able to send countless instant messages and throw post its at anyone. There will be no lunch trips for sushi (or veggie rolls, as it were), no ditching work early for manis and pedis, no other person living the young, single life with me. So, I'm sad. I still can't quite believe she leaving. I know, TP and LB are still there, but it won't be the same.
N and I began our job searches at the same time, with a verbal agreement to get out while we could, but our approaches have been very different. She talked about it for a long time; I hit the ground running. I revamped my resume, applied to posted positions, and networked. She considered how much she disliked her current position. At the 4 month mark, I'm on the second major revamping of my resume and from my knowledge, she's applied to 3 positions, including the one she got.
So this leads my mind in two directions. One: no matter how much work you put into it, job hunting is all about masha Allah. Granted, I've prepared myself very well, but so much of it has no rhyme or reason. It's being in the right place at the right time, talking to the right people. So, maybe the best thing I can do now is wait patiently, pray, and keep my intentions pure.
The second thought is what else? What did I miss? What am I not doing? I'm drawing a blank. And I'm tired. And now I'm fasting (Ramadan Mubarak). It would be so easy to settle in where I am and not care anymore. But it's not my nature, and I would be miserable. All the work I've put in for the last three years would go down the drain. So I guess until I figure out what else I need to do, I'll have to settle for continuing to do what I have been: networking, calling in favors, trolling Craig's List, etc. You know, the whole slow motion, no motion thing...
So, to reward myself for making that middle number move twice (downward, that is), I decided to treat myself to a massage. I've only had one so far, at the Body Klinic, and it was nothing less than orgasmic. But N, my constant partner in crime, said if I thought that was good, I had to try Tabu Salon and Spa. We'd been planning on going for a while, but I always cancelled at the last minute, in favor of another trip or because I hadn't reached my self imposed goal. When I came to the realization that the raw vegan me has not only shattered my diet and exercise goal, but also had weathered some personal and professional storms, too, I decided we couldn't put it off any longer.
We got the Summer Retreat Package on Friday, which was a massage, facial, manicure and pedicure, adding up to over 3 hours of bliss. I started with the massage. We were a little late, so instead of 45 minutes, I got 30. No worries, Jackie to great care of me. She kept the conversation going, teaching me about pressure points and the web of the body along the way. I was already making plans for a 90 minute session.
But then, I had my facial with Brenda. She was so efficient and relaxing at the same time (as she should be, she's been doing it for 17 years). I got a massaging facial as opposed to an extracting one, which more than made up for the 15 minutes I missed with Jackie. I felt like I was glowing from the chest up. My face and shoulders were so smooth. Facials are officially my new favorite thing. Brenda recommends people get them every 3 months, and I totally plan on taking her up on that.
Last was my mani/pedi with Michelle. It was great, but after the wonderful massage and facial, it couldn't help but be anticlimactic. I did get paraffin wax for the first time. Very cool! In the mani/pedi category, it's hard to compete with the places that do it exclusively, but Tabu and Michelle, did pretty well. If nothing else, she took her time and I didn't feel rushed.
I met up with N a few minutes after settling my bill and we compared notes. Already big fans of the massage, we agreed that it was too short and wanted to try a full session. And we both want to make visits to Brenda a part of our wellness plans. But more importantly, we agreed that at $125, it was more than worth it, even with the shorter massage, and we should try to get back in a month or so.
Who knew that spa sessions left you so hungry? So we moved down the street to the Continental. I didn't think I'd keep vegan, but we shared a salad and hummus (so good!). Then dessert came. I got a vanilla parfait in a shot glass. Not vegan, but good either way.
So, I'm like a pound away from the 20 lb. mark. It's such a big milestone, I can't believe I'm so close. I can actually see myself making that middle number move a THIRD time. Eid is about six weeks away, and that's going to be my time frame for the next move. I have a fabulous dress that I plan to have altered so that it fits the new me. And surviving my first raw vegan Ramadan would also be the perfect occasion for another massage and facial. Mmmmm, I can't wait. I'll have to check with N, and maybe TP since he was left out this time around.
Up next: the S&M Labor Day Raw Weekend Extravaganza!
My stomach is losing its shadow. It's almost totally gone. I can't imagine what I'll look like when it's completely disappeared. There's a whole inch and a half of skin I've never seen....
Here's to setting a goal, sticking to it, and seeing progress. First of all, I've trained every day but two since initiating my marathon training. Granted, some days all I could muster was two miles. But the point is that I got my butt out of bed at 6am three days last week, went to Valley Green and put in some major miles, and went to the gym when then heat was too much. I'm feeling pretty good, although I see some yoga on the horizon to combat the tightness in my upper back and hip. This week, hopefully I can bust out a few four milers to go with my threes, and keep my momentum going. I figure I have about 8 weeks of early morning runs, then it'll be Ramadan, and then the time will change and I can do evening runs again. Secondly, I've been smashing my weight goals. The middle number that changed a few weeks ago seems like its ready to change yet again. In other vague words, as of this morning, I'm half a pound away from a number I haven't seen since college. How's that for motivation? The scale is moving so steadily, it takes all my control to limit myself to only checking its progress once a week. I think this week I'll evaluate my wardrobe. If nothing else, I need to switch to my skinny jeans. That's right, my skinny jeans! I'm still very much raw, holding steady at a good 90-95%. I am a little concerned that I'm not eating enough, so that'll be something I work on this coming week. I also finally got a spirulizer. It kind of broke the bank, so I'm feeling a little poor now, but it feels good to check it off the list. I'll try to remember to take pics of my first attempt at angel hair 'pasta' with marinara sauce. So maybe this post title was a little misleading, because I'm chugging right along...
