Blame it on Shepherdstown…

Well, as infrequently as I post one would wonder if I still existed.  I do, and I shall.  It appears that I have plenty of time, maybe 15-20 years according to my doctor.  When She gave me my last bill of health she was ecstatic and proud of my accomplishments regarding the weight loss, control of my diabetes and high blood pressure.  (Where upon hearing the praise I asked, “Got a cigarette?”) I love the movie “Blame it on Rio” Michael Cain, Demi Moore trudge through a May/September relationship and I have found myself debating some of the same issues. … Continue reading Blame it on Shepherdstown…

Bad boy, bad boy…

Okay. I broke a rule.  (Okay, two if you count this picture shot last week in my local Planet Fitness.  There was no one else in the shot except me.)  But the rule I am going on about is a rather big rule and is the second rule I parley to anyone that I ever train or give advice to.  If all things were considered, I should have known better. Once upon a time I was told, ‘go to the gym with a purpose. Not a chip.’ (That is why none of my lifting buddies were Chip.)(Okay, there was a couple … Continue reading Bad boy, bad boy…

1, 2, 3… give me a second. Counting.

They are back, the night sweats and tremors.  I have hit friends up for their voices [ala ; (not winky)] and well…  It appears that this request along with the message about needing help for boxing.  The message for sorting, yard sale, painting, moving, arranging furniture.  All unanswered.  I’m not paying for anyone to talk to me as I needed to do to move.  I’m strong this will pass.  I hope. I can’t cry.   Loving the new job.  Then god love it the fireworks.  Pride weekend, I have been able to avoid two that I actually wanted to go … Continue reading 1, 2, 3… give me a second. Counting.

…and Friday makes three.

Moody week ahead for me. If I am short, forgive. If I cry, pass a tissue. If I am not heard from, check on the cat. In the car, on the bicycle, or communing with the powers that are, and will be. Looking for stardust, chasing shadows and remembering that first kiss. Friday will be three years, and it was just yesterday that he said he loved me. I know, somewhere, he is waiting for me to pick him up at 5:00 p.m. and I’m running late. Continue reading …and Friday makes three.

Target the silver fox…

If I have ever offended, I am sorry. Something happened has rattled me a little.  Not because it struck a chord, but because of the sheer audacity. I overheard and was invited into a conversation about health and fitness. Specifically the struggles being a person of added heft. It quickly seemed that this person was having self image issues, if not confidence issues. And the longer I sat the more it seemed that I was being targeted. It was suggested that I had no clue what it was like to be heavier than what was healthy. Because “[I] was so … Continue reading Target the silver fox…

Smart *#!@ little so-and-so…

A member/client asked me about bike riding for older adults. I answered thinking about someone in their seventies and eighties, since I am in my fifties. I know several cyclists who are 10-15 years my senior. “Oh, no, I was asking for someone my grandmother’s age – she’s 52.” After I resisted the urge to smack the stuffing out of the smarmy little… I proceeded with what I thought was a well thought opinion. Then I researched and came across this article that mirrored my response and suggestions. I’m going to reshare. Link to People for Bikes article: Silver Linings Continue reading Smart *#!@ little so-and-so…