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Toxics on strawberries?

Toxics on strawberries? Tell the EPA to ban methyl iodide. http://bit.ly/b3r0NR @credomobile @credoaction Please RT

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Falling off the wagon

Falling off the wagon for some means an alcoholic bender. For me it means a Quarter Pounder avec fromage.

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Nothing says Spring

Nothing says Spring like a sobering documentary about Darfur before bed. #darfur

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AnnCurry: “Everyone has the tools . . .”

RT @AnnCurry “Everyone has the tools to fight injustice. And they should, for a better future.” -Ruth Gruber at age 98

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robeena: “If Jesus was tempted . . .”

RT @robeena If Jesus was tempted in every way, just like me, there must be a Greek word for “cheese” that is not being translated correctly.

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You know, sometimes you just can’t

You know, sometimes you just can’t go to bed before you shove a Laughing Cow cheese wedge and a Triscuit in your pie hole. Really.

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No matter what I do

No matter what I do, if left to my own devices, I’m meant to go to bed after 1am. I may adapt to function but nature wins unadjusted.

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Getting Old is Getting Old

Although I’ve flirted with a bit of a workout here and there, I’ve not gotten back into the gym for any meaningful length of time or effort in decades.  Until today. I spent the last week or more quietly psyching myself up for my big return.  Mind you, I wasn’t totally delusional; I was challenging myself to a slow start of at least 10 minutes on the stationary bike. The ones I like are the ones where you sit and have full back support. Anyhow, 10 minutes became a hour. Had I had any thoughts or warning that I was doing too much I would have heeded them but everything seemed fine. I even walked a mile on the track to cool down and get some extra cardio. I met my goal and was very satisfied with myself. No big weight training or crazy Zumba classes. I rode the bike and walked a bit and I deserved a big high five for my awesomeness.

Then I drove to Target.

By the time I went from the gym to Target, my back had stiffened up so much that I had this knife-like pain in my lower back. I considered buying Ibuprofen while I was there so I could take a couple and try to kill the pain. Walking seemed to ease things up a bit but that’s predictable. Of course by the time I got home, the pain had returned and I was pissed.

Why am I pissed? I’m pissed because getting old is getting old. I know, I know – it’s my own damn fault for letting myself go as much as I have. I understand that. In my defense, I spent a lot of years in a place where putting myself first was inconceivable. I wasn’t mentally able to do much more than the bare minimum of my obligations. Given that I put on a good face when I’m out in the world and that takes a considerable amount of energy to maintain, I would come home and collapse and then avoid leaving the house if at all possible.

But I digress.

Now that I’m in the frame of mind to again put forth some real effort, I feel like my body is now scolding me for taking so long to pay attention to it.  And while I understand its position on the matter, I wouldn’t mind it cutting me some slack. But it won’t. You see, my body doesn’t trust me. After years of neglect and abuse, it’s going to take some time for it to trust me again and that means that I’m going to have to show it that I mean business this time. In a way, it’s like my body is not only reminding me that I’m getting older, it’s also warning me that if I’m serious, I’m going to have to stay in the right frame of mind and keep at it. The pain is sort of a test. My body is letting me experience the pain in case I’m not truly serious so that I move along and not waste its time. But if I’m willing to listen to it, rest it when it needs to heal and keep making it a priority, it’ll eventually trust me and things will get easier. Or so it works in my head and in blogland.

So tomorrow I’ll be kind to it and stick to basic chores around the house and I’ll hit the gym again on Thursday morning. And maybe I’ll hurt after that, too, but it gets easier. I know this for a fact. Let’s hope that I can keep this frame of mind going because, quite honestly, for my entire life my brain has been either my best friend or my worst enemy. More of my life than not it’s been my worst enemy. It owes me. Big.

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I love people-watching

I love people-watching at the gym.

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