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March 27, 2008
I already regret this entry

So, I'm back at the gym. I didn't want to write about it, because letting everyone know that I'm going inevitably means letting everyone know I've stopped. This time around I have some different goals, and I think my new outlook will help me achieve them. One of these goals is to improve my heart. I am getting to that age where you start thinking of having a family, and if a parasite is going to be sucking the life out of me for 9 months, I'd better have enough strength for the both of us.
The other reason, as superficial as it may seem compared to the first is I want to have a better body. It's a simple motivation, but it's strong. I have to confess that as I'm getting older, I'm getting scared about my attractiveness. It's vain as can be, and while I'm not looking for suitors, I have realized that what used to be a somewhat steady stream of compliments and flirtations have plummeted. Mind you, I spend most of my day wrapped up in a sweater that comes down to my knees. It is a distinct possibility that people need to see a body shape before determining hotness of said body, but we'll see how that goes.
During my workout today, pumped full of endorphins, I took a look in the mirror, sucked in my cookie jar and saw for the briefest of moments what I used to look like and what I am hoping to get to again. I won't get into details, but it was pretty nice. It's only been two weeks of exercise, but it's been an intense two weeks. I know these changes aren't real, they can't be yet - but there is hope on the horizon.
I hope to be fitter, thinner and healthier in my 30's than I ever managed in my 20's. Let's hope I keep this up!
Posted by lysa at 9:15 PM | Comments (8)
March 18, 2008
Rainbow Poop
Just as I was starting to ponder where all the ridiculous in this world went, I stumbled upon this ad on Lolcats
Do these people have cats? Last I thought about this subject, you only needed one sense to know your cat made a stinky, and it's smell. In fact, I would like to meet the cat who poops so discretely that you need the litter to change color to alert you to it.
In my house we have a Febreeze filter right next to the litter box which limits the foulness to something tolerable. Mind you, I have a suspicion that my cat eats nothing but franks and beans the moment we leave the house.
The last thing I need is a Technicolor litter box, in fact, I'd prefer if if none of my senses had to be alerted to my cat's excremental tendencies.
Posted by lysa at 10:31 AM | Comments (5)
March 12, 2008
Pavlov and Spring
Something magical happened yesterday. I was walking home and then I heard it. The call to children everywhere, the fiercely repetitive mantra, the " da de de da da da da dada dada da daaaaa da"
The first ice-cream truck of spring appeared in NYC yesterday at approximately 6:30pm. Immediately after the call sounded, the sound of children rushing to the truck, standing triumphantly panting when their destination was reached.
That moment brought back memories of a childhood me, running barefoot through the streets of Brooklyn chasing the ice cream trucks for blocks. Maybe i should be listening to the ice cream truck jungle when I'm on the treadmill...
Hrmm...
Posted by lysa at 9:21 AM | Comments (7)
March 4, 2008
Give someone a hug today.
I lost someone very close to me when I was younger. My father's passing changed me, my habits and my priorities. I pay attention now, in fear that one day another loved one will pass without having the chance to take a picture, tell a story, or share my love.
A former co-worker of mine passed away this weekend. He was hit by an erratic driver and killed on impact. This man had a laugh that would boom into the ozone. His enjoyment was contagious and his sense of humor viral. He was loved, and will be missed.
My advice to all who read this, stop thinking your invincible, get your cholesterol checked, tell the people you love that you love them, and give out some sincere hugs.
My love to all,
Posted by lysa at 8:50 AM | Comments (8)