Monday, July 28, 2014
It took one look at a couple of photos online- which was basically a picture of the exact same thing I have on my head- to make the appointment.
After five phone calls I managed to make an appointment for today to have a biopsy done on a long-time sunspot that suddenly went crusty four weeks ago.
The doctor didn't hesitate to identify it as being likely pre-cancerous but she didn't think it was anything to worry about.
Have my follow-up appointment in two weeks.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
My understanding of Cheat Day is that it is meant to give you a sense of release or relief- a break from the hard work of sticking to healthy eating.
"Cheat Day" is not worth the after-effects of a no-holds-barred break from common sense.
This past week I stuck to my eating plan and calories like a champ. With this accomplishment came a physical adaptation of what to expect- smaller, cleaner, healthier meals.
Last night, however, I gave it Starbucks White Mocha coffee, Coke, pizza, potatoes, and fried chicken.
This morning I feel nauseous, not hungry, sluggish, and just gross inside.
What I find particularly interesting is that I have been through this before, but my body's food cravings override the warning signs my brain should send to stay away and not eat this stuff.
I wonder if there is a physiological explanation. Research to commence.
Friday, July 25, 2014
While driving home I saw some Piece of Sh!T throw his trash out on to the city street. I can't tell you how irate instantly became.
Who DOES that in this day and age, and is there an appropriate response that A) doesn't get you killed, B) Gets the point across, and C) Ensures these idiots don't do this again.
I thought about getting out of my car, picking it up while staring dead at this idiot AND HIS CHILDREN, giving him the tsk, tsk finger and throwing it out myself. More like a 'you should know better, you ignorant mongrel'.
Monday, July 21, 2014
The the title says it all.
I am BEAT from today's ride home. I cycled in to work again, but this time did it all the way from home, instead of driving to a friends house (2.5 miles closer to work, and further downhill).
I pushed myself on the way in, and got a good sweat going.
The way home was a different story. Mother of all things great and small!
It took me an hour and a half to get home (12 miles) and I was miserable half-way through it!
But I did it, and that's what counts.
Now, if only I could get up from this computer.....
Sunday, July 20, 2014
It's funny, sometimes, how something can seem like a good idea at the start, but as the day or moment arrives to take action, one suddenly becomes a big ball of doubt. Such was my experience when a co-worker proposed that we bike to work on Friday.
I accepted the challenge on Monday, focusing on all the ways that this would make me a total bad-ass; exercise, team-building with a co-worker, no car on the road, trying new things.
The week progressed and I prepared. I learned how to change my tires, bought the appropriate equipment and travel case, bought the brightest orange shirt known to man for safety... total preparation.
Then Thursday night arrived and I was so nervous. I'm by no means an expert on the bike. Then there's the traffic. The distance (9.5 miles which is cross-country to me). The giant down-hill slalom that will surely be the death of me.
That morning, however, I felt a sense of anticipation and excitement. After the first few miles, I was loving it. It was cool, quiet, and I had the opportunity to witness a beautiful sunrise that would have otherwise been missed in the car.
The ride was not scary at all- okay, the hill really was as bad as I thought it was going to be- but there was a stillness that I love about weekend mornings that I know have an opportunity to enjoy during the week.
I find it fascinating how something as simple as a bike ride can impact your outlook. Something as simple as a bike ride can change your perspective about commuting, cars, and your abilities.
You CAN do it. Change IS possible.
One final note- be kind to yourself. Get the padded shorts. Seriously. Get.the.padded.shorts.
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