Careful - We Become What We Sneer At

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I walked in my condo the other day and found my mom had left me a note.

Met your neighbor Sherry—last unit in your building. She’s 45, very friendly and said for you to stop by anytime and introduce yourself or she’s around if you ever need anything.

 Swear to God, my knee-jerk thought was, “Who is this sad, older woman my mom is trying to have me be friends with?” Then it hit me.

Forty-five.

This sad older woman is one  year older than me.

I had to laugh. Perspective is a scary thing.  

Cheers,

Dena


No Food, No Time, No Problem

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I am "Make-A-Meal-Out-Of-Nothing" queen. Had a 6:30 writer's group meeting tonight so I raced home from work, threw some kibble into the cat's dish, changed clothes, shoved a load of towels in the dryer and realized I had seven minutes to find, prepare and eat a meal if I wanted any shot at dinner before ten.

I opened the fridge and was greeted by a vast wasteland marred only by two hard-boiled eggs with a questionable freshness date and half a jar of kalamata olives. Then I spotted a red pepper, a mushy avocado and I remembered I still had three strips of turkey bacon left. BAM! Sandwich. Turkey-bacon-avocado on a red pepper "roll." Absolutely delicious and I cooked and ate the whole thing in under 3 minutes. 

Breakfast tomorrow may be a stretch. I'm thinking a bag of frozen vegetables is my best option. I hate when I get behind in my cooking.

Cheers,

Dena

Ditching the Fitbit

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It's been a fun ride, but I think it's time I bid adieu to the Fitbit. My fears that it would become yet another control factor in my life never materialized. In fact, the opposite occurred. I pretty much ignored the Fitbit from the beginning. 

I was disappointed from the start that the Fitbit didn't accurately track my miles. If I ran 15, it said I ran 12. And it doesn't track time on the bike or at Crossfit or the gym. I might work out intensely for 2 hours one day but per my Fitbit, I've barely moved all day. So I discounted it from the start. 

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Hair House Arrest

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I'm under hair house arrest. I had a keratin treatment applied to my hair (straightens hair and reduces frizz for 6 months) and for the next 72 hours I can't get it wet, sweat, put it in a ponytail or hair clip or even shove it behind my ears. If I do any of those things, I must instantly blow dry the hair straight followed by a flat iron treatment. 

Aside from the fact that I can't be outside or exercise for 3 days (which SUCKS), what's also annoying is I have to keep my hair poker straight, bangs and all, for the 72 hours. Not a great look for me. Once the time is up, I can go back to my usual slightly poufy (but frizz free!) look. First world problems, I know, yet I'm still annoyed. 

I had plans to do a summer run with the girls on Saturday, which is now out. Returning to body pump or Crossfit this week? Out. Bike riding? Not unless I want permanent helmet head for the next 6 months. Basically, I can't leave the house or the office for the next three days. 

I left the salon in a foul mood and I plan on being grumpy for 72 hours. That's what the price of beauty will buy you. 

Cheers,

Dena