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I had already done this, so that's that. However, the OP was quite incensed and thought I had censored her comments; she may or may not ever get this message. It seems like a good time to explain my policy on comments: I delete spam, and I delete incivility (but only after giving the poster an opportunity to reword; and this has only happened once in the entire time this blog has run). I do not delete civilly-worded criticisms or disagreements, even if they say negative things about me. And that's about all I have to say about that.
The concert was beautiful fun. You take a bunch of pro singers and instrumentalists, many of whom know each other well and really enjoy performing together, you let them pick the music they want to sing, and you invite all your friends to come hear ... you get a concert that lasts well over two hours, and everyone stays for every last drop. You get something that isn't perfect but it doesn't matter, because it is artistic and gorgeous and everyone is having a great time. Music making should be like this all the time.
I also had a little artistic revelation, while I was rehearsing singing "Mon coeur s'ouvre a ta voix", which for you opera civilians out there is a tres sexy aria sung by a naughty naughty girl. I've sung this piece for a long time, but I wanted to take it to a new artistic place, so to speak. As I was working out the blocking (aka how you plan to move on stage, civvies), I found myself worrying how it would look to do X or Y or Z. And it suddenly occurred to me that Dalila (yes, that Dalila, the Biblical beautician known for shearing off her boyfriend's locks) wouldn't have to think about how she moved and certainly wouldn't worry about whether it was sexy or not. It would be sexy just because she did it. So I stopped worrying, and did whatever I felt like doing, and pretty soon I hope to have a video clip to post so you can judge for yourself whether it worked or not. I'll tell you this, though: without the weight loss, I would not have had the confidence to go to this place, artistically. I wouldn't have had the confidence to just let go and try it.
The bad news: with all the performance-related extras this week, and a midnight mini medical emergency that meant very little sleep last night (everything's fine now), exercise and eating pretty much went to hell. I did all my Couch to 5K training, and we walked the 3-mile loop several times this week, but I don't think I did elliptical training once. And there was a lot of eating out. I'm scared to get on the scale!
However, I'm no longer scared of blowing it entirely. A few bad days aren't going to make me fat overnight; I always nip it in the bud, and I will this time, too. But it is definitely time to review what and how much I'm eating, and kick up the workouts again. Every week, I do a sort of mental check-in, and I keep hearing the same thing: this isn't over yet. But I think if I want to lose significant weight again, something has to change a lot. A lot more exercise, a lot fewer calories. I like the way I'm eating now, even though I think perhaps I've let bigger servings and more fat creep in (pulls on stompin' boots to stomp that behavior right out), so the alternative is to really step up the exercise. And to do that, I am going to have to get very serious about time management.
Also, I miss my wonderful trainer, Doris. I miss her a lot. I've been trying to figure out if there's a way I can get back to working with her on a regular basis. I need to vary my workout more, and I'm not very good about doing that and sticking with it. I need to find something besides running that I will actually DO on a regular basis.
I shall ponder on it.