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I went to Wegmans today, on the way to the gym, to turn in our empty pop and beer bottles. While getting some more pop, I ran into one of my favorite customers. She's an anesthetist and I knew that she slipped and fell on black ice some two months ago, hurting her shoulder (rotator cuff, maybe?). We've talked several times, and today I asked her how the shoulder was coming along. Slowly, was her reply, but it definitely was getting better. I told her about my success in getting my blood sugar down. She asked what gym I go to and I told her. Someone else at her work has spoken about going to my gym, and she's thinking about joining. She revealed that since she injured herself, she's gained ten pounds and her clothes don't fit. BTW, ten pounds to her would probably be like twenty or so to me.
Susan, as it turns out her name is, has things in common with me in that she isn't into exercise classes, like the ever-popular spinning, nor is she into going to a gym to stand on an elliptical and yak with the woman on the machine next to her. Unlike me, she's slender and won't pick up a weight over five pounds, however she has the sense to realize that's a mighty low weight.
She dyes her hair, as I used to, but we're not far off in age. She's fifty-nine, I'm fifty-four. We're both trying to take good care of ourselves. With her medical background, plus the knowledge gained by having parents who were diabetics, she is astute about diet.
I'm wobbly in terms of self-esteem associated with career, although I'm proud of the tangents I've pursued and the work I've done. She complimented me on my upper body strength; I explained that for ten years I had a business installing landscape lighting around people's homes and was well-acquainted with the mechanics of using a sledgehammer.
Before we parted, she said I was an inspiration. That's the second time in recent memory a woman has said that. We need to take better care of ourselves, and although I feel I'm coming in late to the process, I'm very happy with where I am now. Let's encourage each other; Goddess knows there's plenty of crap going the other way.
It's really nice to get a hug from someone whom I perceive as being much more successful than I, in some respects.
Susan, as it turns out her name is, has things in common with me in that she isn't into exercise classes, like the ever-popular spinning, nor is she into going to a gym to stand on an elliptical and yak with the woman on the machine next to her. Unlike me, she's slender and won't pick up a weight over five pounds, however she has the sense to realize that's a mighty low weight.
She dyes her hair, as I used to, but we're not far off in age. She's fifty-nine, I'm fifty-four. We're both trying to take good care of ourselves. With her medical background, plus the knowledge gained by having parents who were diabetics, she is astute about diet.
I'm wobbly in terms of self-esteem associated with career, although I'm proud of the tangents I've pursued and the work I've done. She complimented me on my upper body strength; I explained that for ten years I had a business installing landscape lighting around people's homes and was well-acquainted with the mechanics of using a sledgehammer.
Before we parted, she said I was an inspiration. That's the second time in recent memory a woman has said that. We need to take better care of ourselves, and although I feel I'm coming in late to the process, I'm very happy with where I am now. Let's encourage each other; Goddess knows there's plenty of crap going the other way.
It's really nice to get a hug from someone whom I perceive as being much more successful than I, in some respects.