Life is Healthy

Well, I'm gonna do it. I'm joining AARP. What the hell. I've been alive for half a century. I deserve a little something for it.

That's a change that I'm gonna make—understanding that I do deserve something out of life. I don't think I've felt like I really deserve anything for a long time. I used to be able to go out and get the things I wanted. Now, I'm lucky if I even leave the house. I guess part of this weird, philosophical thing I'm going through has to do with turning 50. I'm reevaluating everything—including why I've been an overeater most of my life. A long time ago. the consequences weren't that bad. But boy has that changed.

I'm back at work today. I wish I had taken the entire week off—I am elderly now, you know. I could've stayed at home and yelled at the neighborhood kids to "get out of my yard." You know what, though? Inside, I feel like the person I have always been. I don't feel 50. I don't even know what 50 is supposed to feel like. Anyway, I don't feel old.

I'm kinda blank about anything else to say. So. . . .

I am now officially 50 years old. I don't feel a day over 102. I spent my birthday with my girls. They are, as always, a hoot. The day was good.

My leg is still stiff and sore. Sometimes I think it's getting better, then in the next breath it starts hurting again. I think I'm just going to have to rest it for a while whether I like it or not. I haven't been to the gym in four days now. But I've read that it could take two weeks. I guess I could still do upper body exercises in the mean time. My leg is swollen now, too. So I guess I've not really taken very good care of it. I better take care of it now, or it will just get worse later.

I watched a program about black holes on NOVA over the weekend. A black hole has so much energy that it can suck anything that gets too close it into its core. I've known people like that--you know, it's the "it's all about me" syndrome. You spend so much time tending to their needs that yours are completely forgotten. And these people usually don't realize that they are the root of their own problems. Anyway. . . .

Scientists now believe that every galaxy has a black hole which may be the energy from which the galaxy began--remnants of a big bang. A big bang is believed to be the implosion of a gigantic star. Anyway, most of the science is completely over my head, but I have general understanding of what they believe has occurred. So why am I bringing this up? Because I have a question. If the universe is finite, what does it make up? But if it infinite, what does that mean? In other words, does it come to some sort of boundary? Or not?

OK.

Well, I do have some errands to run today. And I am 50 now, so it will take me longer than it used to. And that's supposed to be a joke.

OK. PETA wants Ben & Jerry's to make their ice cream out of mother's milk. How many lactating women do think will line up to be milked for that little project?

Anyway, I'm off for the next five days. And I'm going to relax and enjoy it. My 50th birthday is Sunday. As I have said before, I never thought I'd live to see this day. But I guess it ain't actually here yet, is it?

I'm not going to the gym today. I have my bum leg wrapped, and I'm going to rest it until Monday. I may do some yoga at home. I probably should do some yoga. But "rest" is the key word.

I need to have my car's safety inspection renewed. I'm not sure if I'll get around to that today or not. I wish I hadn't put it off until the end of the month. It's going to be hard to find a place that's not too busy to help me. But I got my driver's license ahead of time. So I guess I'm not totally pathetic.

I might have the girls on Sunday--that'll be a nice way to celebrate being 50. I still cannot believe that it's really here. Wow. I have been alive for 50 years. Remarkable. Half a century.

Anyway, I'm going to enjoy lying around and doing nothing today. So later. . . .

OK. I decided maybe I'll stick with my gym. I'd miss seeing my crush if I left—not that anything would ever come of it. But he sure is nice to look at. What's the English equivalent for gggaaahhhh with drool running down my chin?

I wrapped my leg and it seems to help. I'm doing a lot of stretching as well. I only did 30 minutes of cardio this morning followed with the stretching.

The eating is still not where it should be.

Work sucks.

Life is boring.

I'm going to be 50 on Sunday.

I'm old.

I'm tired.

I don't know what I should be doing.

OK. I gotta go to work.

September 19 is officially Talk Like a Pirate Day. It's September 19 every year. So if ye ain't talkin' like a pirate, ye should.

So it appears that yet another trainer was fired at my gym. And he, too, was one of my favorites. But it was his own fault. He kept over sleeping and missed training some folks that had paid a fairly hefty price for a personal trainer. Still, I'm gonna miss him.

The girls are coming again this Saturday. I can't believe their mother trusts me with them again—I mean after The Monkey Attack and all. And the girls are excited to be coming. The weather is supposed to be nice, so at least they will be able to play outside.

I did 45 minutes on an elliptical this morning. And then I did like 50 sit ups and I stretched. Next week I'll get back into doing the intervals again. I'm hoping that they will start the aerobics class back up next month. If not, there really isn't much reason for me to stay with this particular gym. I'm used to going there and all, but none of the trainers I started with are there anymore. The nutritionist is, well, let's just say she needs some experience. And the whole thing just isn't what it used to be. I miss the aerobics instructor. I consider her a friend. I have nothing to look forward to when I get there in the morning. So why not go someplace closer to my job? I mean really.

I'm getting kind of tired of writing this blog, too. I'd rather start another one and not use my real name so I can talk about things that really bother me—and I don't have to worry about pissing anybody off. I keep saying I'm going to do that, but I haven't. So will I ever? Who knows for sure.

I will be 50 years old in nine days. It makes me appreciate old folks more—now that I am one.

I think that's it for today.