Metrics do it every time

I'm motivated by numbers, metrics, graphics -  anything that shows progress or movement.

When I went on the quest to get my weight / body stats under control, I first got a digital scale so I could measure up to 100 gm accuracy.  Then, when I hit a plateau and deluded myself into thinking that the weight gain was really muscle or water (yeah, right), I went out and got another, more accurate scale - the difference this time is that it measured body fat, water content, even bone mass.  Yeah.

The bad news was that I've gone from 13% body fat to 23% body fat in the past 4 years.  That obviously must be managed.  In fact, I went from 21% body fat to 23% literally overnight - about 2 weeks.  This was right after my halwa / donut fest with no exercise.  Yikes.

So - back to good old metrics. Track progress. Measure everything.  Watch the difference, measure the difference. Feel good.  Get motivated to keep up. Feel good some more. Yup.  Metrics work for me.

Berlusconi

Of all the topics in the world to have a domestic about, it had to be Berlusconi.

Am I really so detached from the world that I truly don't care, or is it that it is too much effort to try and make a difference?  This is second instance we've had a discussion about world affairs - about Somalia and now about the Italian PM.  Personally, I've always thought politics are for others, not for me.  Now leadership is another story.  I was very interested in the Obama campaign because of his inspirational way of doing things.

I guess in the end I must first gain control of my own self, house and immediate environment.  Then widen my circle of influence.  If it makes my hunky hubby better to vent about corrupt politicians before 6 am (even though the majority of his countrymen voted for said corrupt politician) then I shall be a wife, and let him vent ... this time without offering an alternative perspective.

Catch up today - failed miserably yesterday in getting through my list, and this morning for not going running.  I will make it up today.

The great thing yesterday was the major breakthrough my client had with a family relationship that had been blocking her for five years.  After I coached her, she was able to take action and turn that relationship around.  When she shared it with me yesterday, she was absolutely over the moon, her face shining, glowing with happiness that she "found" herself and her family member again.  Alhamdulillah.

Results lead to momentum

It's only three little things - all before 7:15 am, but boy have they fired me up beyond measure.

- spent time with DH ... it was only a lazy 30 minutes, but it felt like a weekend.  Fabulous
- Fajr prayer - nothing like a little faith and prayer to feel all is right with the world
- went walking with DH - we haven't done in forever, and infact we didn't today ... past the first 2 minutes, after which he started his run, and I started my much slower jog.

It was so hot, humid, hazy and generally horrible.  But firmly plugged into Tony Robbins, the 3.5 km didn't feel that bad, and I'm happy to report I actually jogged for most of it, instead of walking which was the original plan.

Got to even cuddle and commune with the kids before coming to work.  Granted, I was 30 minutes late, but hey, it makes up for all my early mornings in the office.  And that deliberate minute or two of having each child on my lap (they're getting so big mashallah ...), cuddling them, and just holding them while talking about nothing was so rewarding.

So here I am.  Ready to fire on all cylinders.  It's going to be a great day.

IGNITE!

Busy bee, happy bee

Had an incredibly busy weekend.  My friends from the US and their two adorable little girls from Ethiopia spent Friday with us.  It was quite an experience to watch the bonding develop, to watch a new mother cope with the demands of a child whose language she does not understand.

We went to look at the Aquarium and the Dancing Fountain at Dubai Mall. Still a gazillion of people around despite the wild rumours of mass exodus.  Even too busy.  I would normally never go into a mall on a weekend if I can help it, but when you have tourists in town, one must do those things.

Still excited and surprised about the MBC call on Thursday, and really looking forward to what they might have to share today or later this week.  Hope to hear from them sooner rather than later, though I'm not so sure why.  I guess it's simply curiousity.  I'm really excited about starting a new adventure, but concerned about leaving this nice cushy number.  I love bragging rights that come with working here, but in the end, I need the flex hours to spend more time with the kids, with DH and with myself.

A busy day ahead.  I was not so happy about the number on the scale this morning, but after all, it is the beginning of the week.  I resolve to do better, and be back in the low 49s by mid week, and hopefully break the barrier by weekend.  I must add at least one hour walking into the day ... somewhere ...  May be I will cycle.

I am happy.  Tired, but happy.  Alhamdulillah.

My dream life

Actually, today I feel like I'm there.  Alhamdulillah.

I am in the dream job.  Playing with technology all day, and hanging out with a whole bunch of geeks.  Yay.
I am in the dream marriage.  My hunky gorgeous best friend is my husband.  Yay.
I have the dream family.  Two wonderful kids, who are loving, kind, fun and high achievers.  Yay.
I have the dream home.  Full of light, green and perfect.  Except it's in Italy. Yay - ish.
I have another dream home.  In a great compound and location, comfortable, big, and homey. Yay - ish

So.  Not bad.  Actually, pretty good.

Time for some more dreams!!!