My Journey to Health

Picture found on Morguefile   Dearest Readers! As you know, I have started getting on the treadmill regularly just before my 42nd birthday. *whew* There! I said it! This wasn't easy, but I knew I wasn't ready for blood pressure medications, and all the side effects that come along with it. Some people may argue with my saying, but that's fine. That's not where I was wanting to go with the topic. Finding time is a hard thing to do. My counts sometimes bottom out, causing me to be very sick. I could remember always being active, but I could remember being inactive as well. I always had an excuse like: * I just got my period * I'm sick * There's no time for me to do this today. * I'm just too tired, if I'm being honest The excuses go on. It's endless! I remember being in a car accident about 16 years ago. I was sitting at a stop light--yes, it was still red--when I got hit by a guy in a truck. Just a regular truck. But it took out my whole back end of t...

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 20.13 Topic:   “I Feel Better Now” ****** Hard Bonus (2 points): Use a Woodrow Wilson quote “You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand.” ******* Easy Bonus (1 Point): Include your dream job Writer Tuesday, 7.21.2020 Dearest Readers! I hope you are all doing well? I was looking at this week's topic, and decided to write another entry into my health journal. Life isn't easy. It's not easy for me to get up and just hop on the treadmill. I do it anyway. I go on Monday through Friday. I just tell myself it's important to do this, and so I do it.  Granted, some days I'm feeling sluggish (Really girly times I'd rather not gross you out or anything), and so to break those generational curses, I tell myself to just go at a slower pace. ...

7.15.2020, Wednesday Dear Readers, I don't know why I am creating a journal about my exercise. And as a contradiction, I don't know why I didn't post something sooner. But rest assured! I have a good memory. Last year, I was exercising, but not frequently. I'm ashamed to admit this, but I had a goal to try to exercise 3 times a week. Then I noticed on my days off, I was just vegging around and not exercising while watching TV like I normally have been doing.  Ah, depression! The mother of all assumptions... wait! I think! Sometimes my moods vary. I can be trying to focus on positives while I'm down, or I can go through bouts of mania to where I'm just jumping up and down for a good few minutes to get my jitters out of my system. Or I try to. I try to contain myself at work though some days it's hard, I won't lie. It's my journal... and my journey. I have no reason to lie. Anyway, I think what made me think of making a journal was today in my memories...