Yesterday, I had my movement assessment at Mark Fisher Fitness. In my mind, I envisioned the assessment to go something like this – I would have to do about 290,138 bicep curls with ever increasing weight so that they knew how much I could lift and assign me the properly weighted kettle bell.
Obviously, it wasn’t like that at all.
The movement assessment was more of an observation of my range of motion (not strength). I was glad that it wasn’t the scenario that I had fully formulated in my brain. [Though I was horribly embarrassed when I struggled to do a push up. Upper body strength is not my… um… strength.]
Every single person that I met was SO kind and wonderful and funny, and it made me even MORE excited to get started.
I’m having anxiety, also.
After having completed Sober January and being essentially quarantined for the month of April, I’ve had a realization: my emotional well-being begins to deteriorate when I can’t leave my apartment and be social. In New York [or, at the very least, in MY New York], being social means going out for meals and beverages. However, if I want to get the most out of my Snatched experience, those are two things that I am going to have to take a long, hard look at.
FOOD: First of all, I’m a terrible cook. Second, as is the upside-down nature of New York, it’s usually cheaper to eat out than to prepare your own food. Stupid. Third, the food in this city is just. so. damn. good. I suppose an option for the socialization problem here is to invite friends over for food we prepare ourselves. Then the food is social and controlled, I guess.
ALCOHOL: I mean. This is hard. I’m just going to have to say no. I’m perfectly happy to go out and NOT drink, but… it’s not that fun to be the only sober person when everyone else is drunk, AND I just get tired earlier when I’m not drinking. Possible solution? Err… I’ll get back to you on that one.
Anyway, all of this is to say that I’m worried that I’m going to become an emotional wreck because my new, healthier eating and drinking habits will keep me from socializing.
Logically, I KNOW that this is ridiculous. AND I’ll have lots of new friends from Snatched who are all experiencing the same thing – sober friends who want to go ape shit on some grilled chicken breast while guzzling water.
I think I just need to make an effort to expand my definition of socialization. Some options I’m currently considering?
Improv 101 at UCB
Acapella Group or Choir
Cake Decorating Class [This should probably wait until after Snatched…]
Rowboats in Central Park
Museums [I totally want to see this whale exhibit!]
Writing Meet-Up Group
Suburban Excursion Days [Target. Home Goods. Nordstrom. Done.]
Governor’s Island Adventures
[Any and all further suggestions greatly appreciated!]
I think the key here is to just have a plan [for food, for drinking/not drinking, for social life]. Then I’m not stuck in one of these scenarios:
“Ah! I didn’t pack a lunch and the ONLY OPTION is Pommes Frites!” [OH, THE HORROR!]
“Ah! I didn’t make any plans and now I’m stuck at home with nothing to do but organize my socks!”
“Ah! There is a whiskey beverage in front of me and I don’t know if I’ve budgeted for it calorically!”
I’m sort of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type of gal. This will probably all be a good exercise in seeing how the other half lives.
One thing is for certain, though: every single person that I’ve met so far on my Snatched journey has made me even more grateful to be embarking on the experience.