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It is the second day of Christmas break (or fourth, if you count weekends, which we probably should,) and I am not in pain. So here is a major, major piece of evidence that the problem is not structural. Structural problems don't stop because it's Christmas. I would know ( Read more... )

My running isn't really running as we have known running. My first couple of intervals are barely a jog--more of a careful shuffle some days. They are stiff and uncomfortable. (I stop if it's the crumpling kind of pain.) By the last couple, I sometimes feel like I'm running, but I'm also pretty sure (since I was chicked yesterday) that it's still ( Read more... )

Something I recently read recommended that every so often, especially in difficult times or facing difficult situations or life conditions, you ask yourself "Who I want to be in this situation?" Sometimes it crosses my mind that if I ever become completely calm and accepting, I won't be ME. But that's not true. I want to be fiercely loving in any ( Read more... )

How is journaling working for you? What techniques do you find most effective? Do you think you are avoiding any specific technique or issue ( Read more... )

By the end of third hour today, I was already tired and drained. It was not yet 10am ( Read more... )

I have come to realize that I am an emotional eater, and right now my life feels unreasonably out of control and often very sad and lonely. I feel like I am failing all the time, all day long: oops, shoot, darn, ugh, bleh, ow--and those are just the G-rated words. I don't see much hope for the future most of the time either. (That's when the eating ( Read more... )

For my kids, today is the first day of Thanksgiving break. For me, of course, it's just a weekend--not that weekends are a thing to scoff at. For kids in the western suburbs, today is a surprise early chance to play in the snow. For parents, of course, it makes transporting people to boys scouts feel dangerous and is yet another instance of me ( Read more... )

It's probably human nature to always want more, but I feel--and have felt for years--that I have this particular flaw worse than others. It may be just that no one, including me, talks about it much. I want more pizza. I want more chocolate. I want more wine. I want more popcorn. I want more summer nights. I want more pens. I want to go further ( Read more... )

This morning in the pool, when the older (and older is getting older by the year, isn't it? This guy was maybe 60 or above) man in the lane next to me got out, he asked if I do triathlons. It was an odd out-of-nowhere question, but relevant to who I am, so I tend to pay attention to things like that. I don't know if I fully believe in signs and ( Read more... )