Wednesday, February 6, 2008


Sometimes I exercise, but not all the time.

Last night I did: 500 crunches, 150 stairs climbs (only counting verticle), 20 lunges, and 1 mile on the treadmill. This morning: 2.5 miles on the treadmill and 100 crunches.

This kind of extreme exercise is sporadic. I don't do it all the time, at all, or as part of some sort of fitness schedule. The way I do it is: Whenever I feel gross and not in perfect shape meaning my stomach feels bulbous or I see cellulite forming on my inner thigh area, I exercise pretty hard or a few days and then it's gone and I'm in good shape again. I'm 5'7, weigh 130lbs, and am mostly muscle.

I drink tons of water too, which makes a huge hell of difference as far as skin goes, face wise and all over, and try to lay off the alcoholic beverages, which also lets the brain have a break from scary feeling of neurotoxic nausia, impairing memory and processing speed--no fun.

Regardless, knowing how to listen to self-preserving semaphors waving around on the intuition boat is a talent to be reckoned with, it's called awareness. The same awareness cat owners have that keeps their house from smelling like a turd factory.

I was trying to do smaller portions of vegetable based foods too with little sugar, wheat, meat, and dairy, but then I had the flu for a couple days and needed the calories to avoid having my ass kicked by fever and my immune system needing energy to kill vicious health debilititating bacteria monkeys.

I had the flu when I woke up Monday morning, it's Wednesday and the said flu is gone. I'd like to say I willed it away, but that's probably only part of it considering the handfuls of vitamin C I was taking along with 12 hour sleep nights and a pretty healthy immune system overall due to the fact that I'm a stark mixed breed.

I like to think I have the ability to concentrate a cold, have it really terrible for like a day, and then fight it tired until it runs away screaming. My immune system's akin to the buff soldiers in 300 without the cod pieces and chisled abs. It's a tough sonofabitch when it needs to be, most of the time, luckily.

My temperature was 100.5 on acetaminophen soaking the sheets squeezing my head in a vice nasty too. Fevers have to be universally synonymous with damn torture by anyone's book.

Sometimes I get colds, but they don't last long.

1 comment:

*Bitch Cakes* said...

It is all about awareness. Nicely stated.

That cold and flu had NO idea who they were messing with!

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