Yes, I am still hoping to offer a resurgence of something--more on this blog, or more travels to which I can add adventures. I lost that spirit a while ago and hope to rekindle it sooner rather than later . . . . 

Re-upping yet again

I asked in a post two years ago if I'm hoarding blogs, and I suppose I am--at least trying to keep alive the content that I might want to use for other purposes or just to remember what I did at that time in my life that I otherwise would be hard pressed to remember. For now, it suffices.

Summer 2022

Dropping in yearly to a post I'm not sure should stay alive. And yet . . . . 

Hoarding s is a form of procrastination. In some ways, I don't think of myself as a hoarder, but it's challenging to let go of things. I finally found a buyer for my father's collection of Lakeside Press books, which finally prompted me to start reading some, and now I'm not sure I should sell them! Yet they've sat in a box for years . . . . 

So am I hoarding blogs? Have I changed at all over the years? I've gathered more information and knowledge, but has it changed my habits and how I am in relation to the world? 

Who knows . . . . .

New Commitment (Who Needs New Year for Resolutions?)

Sunday, April 18--A new commitment.

I looked at another diet community that promised that they and I would use psychology to lose weight. That I needed to think about food in a new way. 

No. I've done that. This blog reminds me that I've done it and can do it again. I paid attention to myself during this time and did what I knew I needed to do.

Fast (though in some ways it seem so slow and so long) forward, and here we are, perhaps on the cusp of the changing face of a pandemic, perhaps it's only an illusion. The fact is, we don't know. Could other versions of the coronavirus take hold strongly enough that even those of us who have vaxxed up with be subject to the deadly possibilities of essentially a new virus? I can't wait any longer in my house for the day when I'll have all the ways I can be active again, because I don't need to. I drove close to where my work location is to get my haircut, and during rush hour. I hated it, and I remembered that I could spend over an hour in the car to get to my office to sit to do work to go to a meeting where I would sit again, and so on. Yes I walked in between, but not so much that I can't do that at home as well if I incorporate more action, more cardio, and more avoidance of what I shouldn't do and shouldn't have.

I've stopped drinking more than one drink a week, mainly due to GI other medical concerns. It doesn't suit me anymore.

I don't bring in food to my house that I know I'll indulge in, like potato chips or ice cream. 

I eat a 90% vegetarian diet with 10% fish.

And today, I just recommitted to cardio. My one walk per day and a little gentle yoga just won't cut it. I know it. I have to do something about it.

I'm back to P-90 or my other exercise tapes in the morning, and plan to alternate cardio and strength. I will also walk and bike on weekends, but have to develop a workable plan for that. I send Sunday evenings with my 95 year-old father-in-law, so Sunday mornings I need to leave early if I'm going to bike. Soon, my Spring teaching term will end and I can bike weekday mornings. Once it's not 37 degrees when I wake up as it was this morning, that will be an encouraging time to bike 20 miles. 

It doesn't take more time either. I spend far too much time checking social media, or roaming around online, reading what I consider to be interesting things, but which are not helping AT ALL. They contribute to my spreading backside. I will also cancel a couple of streaming services and go back to contributing to PBS Passport and then one other--Netflix or HBO max. I don't spend much time watching television anyway, so I think it makes sense to cancel those things that I do on my butt.

Whew! Lots of commitments, but so far, the proof is yet to come. That's why I'm returning to this. It helped before--why not assume it can help again.

COVID--Dec 6 2020

 A new normal. Wanting this to stay alive to review, but unsure what to do with my life as a writer. How to focus it and where to take myself during the remaining months of quarantine . . . .  

January 2020 -- A New Generation

Youngest son's SO is in labor with a first grandbaby. The fear mixed with excitement and knowing that this is NOT something I can help with is a bit overwhelming. Waiting is all there is. In Search Of peace, love, health, and good outcomes.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Something feels auspicious about this date--the double 19 itself, the ending of a time in Montreal with a friend and the return to a summer of preparation for a second year in a position at work that will be busy, overwhelming, stressful--if, at least, I live it as I did the first year. What am I in search of here? How can writing be more a part of my life? I will explore that in the days and weeks ahead . . . .