Sweat. WTF

In my youth, the only time I remember sweating in any way, shape or form, was when I was outside, playing with wild abandon, in temperatures that were in the high seventies and above (that's Fahrenheit).  As I got a little older, I'd feel a little moist if I were outside or in a car, when … Continue reading Sweat. WTF

Tale of Two Scales

So, the Weight Watcher's scale which is the one I've been using for about a year and some change reports my weight and body fat as: 5/1 - 208.1 lbs, 38.3% body fat 5/8 - 207 lbs., 36.8% body fat 5/15 - 207 lbs., 38% body fat 5/22 - 205.3 lbs., 37.4% body fat 5/30 … Continue reading Tale of Two Scales

Lost and Forgotten

I have misplaced my CD case with ALL of my Prince CDs. I realized it last night. I have no recollection of seeing it last so of course, have no idea where to look. I've been doing some "getting ready to move" house cleaning.  I have a dismally foreboding feeling in the pit of my stomach … Continue reading Lost and Forgotten

Thoughts on my morning walk.

Anything learned can be un-learned or replaced. What do you gain or lose by changing the way you THINK about something?  What does it hurt for you to stop seeing through hate, selfishness; the things your mother or father did or didn't do to you / for you / with you / because of you … Continue reading Thoughts on my morning walk.

My Great Loves

This struck me awhile back and made me wonder how many people in the world get to say that they were able to find some type of closure with the great loves / mega crushes of their pasts? I was able to do that with four of my five and quite frankly, I find that … Continue reading My Great Loves

I’ve Fallen…But I Will Get Up

All it takes is one moment of reluctance and BAM, off the wagon I go. You see, I didn't want to break into my savings to cover groceries, so I didn't go to the grocery store. My ingredients on hand did not allow for adequate food prep for the entire week so here I sit, … Continue reading I’ve Fallen…But I Will Get Up

You can never go home again.

I'm living that adage as I type. A place I lived for thirty years appears as a stranger after having been gone for ten and despite returning every year since. I expect "progress" and its half-siblings, "gentrification" and "destruction". But the very feel of the place has changed so much that it's as if I'm … Continue reading You can never go home again.

What did you expect me to do?

Here's the situation: Yesterday, I got five texts and two phone calls from people (one of which was an ex-boyfriend who well, let's just say had no business getting in touch) asking me, "Are you alright?"  It would appear that they all expected me to be DISTRAUGHT at the passing of a celebrity of which I was … Continue reading What did you expect me to do?

Camp Journal, Day 13

Passed a milestone on the trail today. According to the sign post, I've just entered the halfway mark up the trail, give or take a step or two (word count 22,074).  Slow and steady, it feels good to be making such progress. (stepping out of my pretend world for a minute, it has been "a … Continue reading Camp Journal, Day 13