And Now For A Fitness Update!

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I know, I know, I wrote all those secrets and now I’m talking cardio?

WTF, Leander.

But, see, this is on my mind, TOO, y’all.

Since I killed my back, when I’m at home, I hit the gym every single day for at least ten minutes of cardio.

Why ten minutes?

Ten minutes is the warm up I do before strength training. On Tuesdays and Fridays. If I’m not doing that, I do FORTY FIVE MINUTES of CARDIO.

If you KNOW me, you totally know I’m not a cardio girl. Nothing wrong with cardio girls, I just get bored way way too easily and my brain is way way too mean when it gets bored.

And you know what motivates me when I run around outside? Running fast enough that no one’s staring at my ass for too long.

That’s not motivation, that’s terror.

Which, sure, is its own motivation, but that’s not HEALTHY.

And we’re making healthy choices here, damnit.

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That’s My Secret, Cap. I’m Always Angry.

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TRIGGER WARNING This article or section, or pages it links to, contains information about sexual assault and/or violence which may be triggering to survivors.

After that last post, going through security and passport control, and walking ten forevers to get to the gate, I’ve had a low grade fever without the exhaustion. Which tells me I’m having a hot flash. One of the longer lasting ones, sure, but still a hot flash.

Before I can find another excuse to procrastinate, I’m going to dive into the next secret.

I’m the Hulk.

Angry.

All the time.

Sure, there’s a lot to be angry about. And, let me clarify, for this one? I’m not going stream of consciousness. Cause there’d be a lot more cursing. And all caps. And throwing laptops off of buildings.

Big breath in. Big breath out.

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And Then I Got Better

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A long time ago in a galaxy far far away I made a post about how I had perimenopause and I started hormone replacement therapy and then I disappeared and was never seen again.

Sort of.

Mostly.

Here’s some more of that story.

When the doctor prescribed those hormones, she told me, “You’ll need to come back in four months.” And, doing the quick maths, I realized I’d be in China, so I’m just now getting back to the doctor.

Today.

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And Then I Got Sick

In my very last post, A Vacation From My Vacation, I was going to do All The Things ™ and whatnot, but then I got #ForRealsies Really Real Sick.

Sometimes “tomorrow” unexpectedly punches you in the throat meat.

Here’s what I did instead of all the things.

  1. Called the therapist.
  2. Talked to the therapist.
  3. Worked out a path to wellness with the therapist.
  4. Followed the path to wellness.
  5. TRA LA LAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Okay, but seriously, this is what actually happened after step three.

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I Seriously Cannot WAIT To Get THERE

Dear Ifat:

I suppose that I should make an introduction of you before simply sending you a blog post, but THAT’S HOW I ROLL. To cut through introductions, I’ll just link to your personal trainer website. And can I also totally recommend a makeover on that thing? Like, the content is solid, but let’s get rid of all the adobe flash, yeah? Also, I take back what I said about the content – it’s static. You NEED a blog on there. AND your latest social media content COUGH INSTAGRAM COUGH displayed on the home page.

And can we talk about how there are NONE pictures of me on there?

Pfffft.

But, of course, you know exactly what I’m doing right now.

I’m procrastinating.

Yes, I packed for the gym today. Yes, I’m going to go to the gym. Yes, here’s what I plan on doing.

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