Archive for July 2013

I work on the shittiest end of town. Think of crap. What is crap? What is the crappiest place you could imagine? That’s where I work. I go to the car to simply do something like hit the post office and I pause before I exit to see what’s going on outside. (And I’ve heard gunshots more times than I can count.)

Why do I stay? Well, my boss is awesome and the pay is good. End of story.

There is the oldest man ever working for us. He’s precious and approximately 400 years old and I can’t help but to feel protective of him. He works in our shop, keeps parts in order, and mops the floor every Friday (even though his failing sight means it looks exactly like it did when he started, but who cares….he’s 400 years old).

The other day he says to me, “I need gas for the mower.” Now. I’ve pointed out his age and the horrible condition of the ‘hood around us yet he insists on mowing around our yard each week. It’s precious.

I say, “Put the gas can by the door and I’ll take care of it.”

So I head out for my daily run to the post office and pick up the gas can as I leave and head out. At the gas station I have not even gotten out of the car and there’s a guy panhandling. “Yeah … um… no.” I wave him off. (I’m not heartless. I’m not…but this place is covered in junkies praying you’ll give ’em a buck so they can buy more.) I ┬ápay for the gas.

NOW THEN. I get the gas can out of the back of my van. I leave my keys and handbag (an expensive handbag…w/ my checkbook and wallet and all my credit cards in it) sitting on the back of the van without thinking …. …… and I start to fill the can.

And then it dawns on me. ALL MY SHIT IS BACK THERE!!

My back is turned. I’m hunched over. Filling this can and I decide to glance over my shoulder to check what’s going on and……………. I turn. Taking the gas pump with me. So my feet, shoes, legs are now doused in gas.

I’m moments from this:


I love to lift weights. Absolutely love it. Why I gave it up for as long as I did is a mystery to me.

Instead I let myself get horribly out of shape and the more out of shape (i.e.: fat) I became the angrier I got. I loved to pin it on everyone and everything around me yet it turns out the anger was with myself.

So now, it’s time to change it. While I’ve only REALLY been back at working out for three weeks on Friday I can already feel a huge difference in myself. I feel… HAPPY!

After a couple of months I’ll start posting some photos of my progress but right now I’m wanting people who are on the same fitness journey to post a comment and connect with me! ┬áLet’s share and discuss goals!

I am looking forward to meeting all of you!

Meanwhile, Hub is fully supportive:

HUB: Don’t hurt yourself. You’ve worked out five days in a row already. You need to think about a rest day.

ME: (panting as I’m working out) Nope.

HUB: Well if you get hurt you won’t be able to work out at all.

ME: I’ll just train around the injury.

HUB: How do you train around your brain?


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