August 17, 2015

After a late night and a lot of emotional upheaval, it seems I needed rest as I slept a full ten hours.  When I awoke, I had 40 minutes before my Mazda was due for a checkup.  It was nice being back at “the car doctor”, where I spent many, many an hour with the Jeep Grand Cherokee (which, ironically, eventually went to Jonathan) and the kids.  They even got to go on rides in the car lift.  It is a place of happy memories.

That little sliver of sore throat I experienced Saturday night in the bus made a bigger entrance this morning.  I’m a little concerned, as I have trainings, workouts, memorial services and Mother Hips events to attend.  I came home and went to bed to take it easy, although through my mind traveled a hundred to-dos.  So I did a few of these at home.  One of these was to send a text to Jeff & Dale.  They are in my mind – the y are all in my mind and heart.  

After a little more rest, I decided I needed to hit the gym and so, I went.  The room where I use the TRX equipment was soon going to be used, so I did that workout first and then moved to the MMA program on Octane.  Jake showed up and noticed me at my prime, when my heart rate was at 162-ish.  He said he noticed a difference in my body, it was tighter.  He had texted me that morning about moving up the workout date to Tuesday, yet with all-day trainings, that wouldn’t be possible, unless it’s after hours.  

I went top various stores to look for “distilled” water so I can begin my H2O2 quest of health.  I felt kinda badass carrying multiple gallons of water in either hands and seeing approving (???  Maybe they were threatened??) looks from the men-folk.  Yes, I may have sucked in my shrinking-but-not-quick-enough belly, but that is not the point.  My selfitude (new word!  It means attitude about my Self) is starting to shift for the better again.  Yay.

Home,  where I ate fish and vegetables.  My need for certain foods is dying away and I am eating for health. I’m also not really “hungry” as I once was.  Then I wrote a return letter to the Dr/program manager in Switzerland, letting him know I shan’t be there in October and that I am also not a quantitative social scientist.  I also invited him for a Kaffee Crème when I am there in November.  Hope he takes me up on it.  Now I’m looking into to online training in trauma therapy.  So much to do – so much to learn….

Pics 'n flicks:  On a hot August Christmas day in my front yard...; A little Phil Collins as I'm being serviced ; Oh, Jake...; A silver pin from Austria - St. Anton am Arlberg where my father went worked as a chef after graduating from culinary school in Paris..or maybe he was there before Paris.  His life story is very busy....