Live a little

I have decided that I need to try new things more often. I am always very comfortable with what I know and don’t vary that much. While I try new things here and there, if they even closely resemble things I have not liked in the past, I pre-judge them and affect my own outlook. One example of this is meatloaf. I really do not like meatloaf. I never have. It’s not even the flavor. I mean, it’s okay, not fabulous. It’s the something IN the flavor or in the consistency that LITERALLY makes me gag. So when my hubby said he was going to make me a taco meatloaf, I pre-judged. I’ll admit it. I immediately had visions of gagging. So the night comes and he is heading toward me with the plate. I can already feel the gag muscles preparing. I take a bite…and YUM! It’s just shaped taco meat, and I for one, LOVE anything taco related!!! Well that put me in my place for sure. I know I am quick to judge, people, food, whatever, but I am generally quick to change my opinion as well (there are a few who had too many chances to change my opinion and only served to reinforce it, but whatever).

So back to new things….this morning, I decided, I am going to go into work, go into the stair well and go up as far as I could without killing myself. I can use the elliptical until I’m blue in the face, same with the treadmill or the bike. But stairs….they are a sworn enemy. But if I’m going to get healthy, I need to tackle it all. So I start huffing and puffing my way up the stairs. Now each floor, has TWO FULL sets of stairs between them, so going up to 3 is really like going up 6 flights of stairs. Well 4 is where I went to (first day people). I figured I would ride the elevator from there to my floor (8). Put my hand on the door knob….and it’s locked. Um……..okay……so I slink up to the 5th floor, SLOWLY. And it’s locked too. Well crap. So I can down to the 3rd floor….locked. 2nd – locked. Ground – unlocked…and right back to where I started. Apparently the stairs are only to be used in a fire. Really? So people can’t get a little exercise here unless it’s nice outside? Nope, sorry, it’s raining, no exercise for you! Ugh! But between the up and down on the stairs (I told you, stairs are NOT my friend), my right leg spent about half an hour just trembling. It’s better now.

I will continue to keep trying to things. Some will surprise me I’m sure (like the meatloaf) and others will not work in my favor (like the stairs), but I want to eat new things, see new things, do new things. I want to release my control over my ‘safe’ environment and work on living more and more.