Sunday, March 15, 2015

Bones, boobs, and a broken butt

I forgot to post about the rest of my annual tests and stuff.

After the lab work, I had my annual DEXA scan and mammogram. My boobs are fine. No surprises there.

My bones are good for a woman my age but I want them to be as good as the 35 year olds exemplar. I had hoped that a year of working out would reverse the loses I had suffered during my enforced time off but instead I went down slightly in one measure. I didn't do a lot of strength training last year but I  did do some and I did run twice a week on average. I think I need to do more this year.

Finally, I got to talk to my PCP about my issues with my left side. I have the following going on:

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Cleaning out your closet

I am writing this post because I was going to say this to a friend on Facebook but it's really too long and complicated for Facebook. If I've talked about this before on my blog, I apologize in advance for boring people.

Once upon a time, I had no idea how to dress myself, shop for clothing, put on make-up, wear my hair and all those 'girly things.' So I took a class in it. The class was excellent and I learned many things, including something that turned out to be a life lesson even though I'm not sure it as meant that way. This particular class was on shopping and managing your closet.

In the class they told us that if an entire year had passed so that we had experienced all the seasons and all the annual events in our lives and there were items in our closet that we hadn't worn, that we needed to remove them from our closets. If you haven't worn it in a year, they said, you aren't going to. Now, you can make an exception for specialty items like those ski pants or that formal attire because maybe you don't do those things ever year. But for your street clothes, if you don't wear it, remove it.

That's right. Get rid of that outfit that you are determined to lose 40 pounds to fit into (except you've been saying that for years now) and those gray dress slacks that fit but you never wear because they have no pockets (but I need a pair of gray slacks for work) and that weird top your Aunt gave you for your birthday a few years ago that you wouldn't be caught dead in (but she's my favorite Aunt!) and the little black dress that you are always tripping over the hem because it's a little too long (but everyone needs a little black dress and I'm going to hem it, really I am!) and so forth and so on.

Stop with the rationalizing and pull them out of your closet. Throw them out, give them away, sell them or, if they have sentimental value, pack them up and put them away somewhere inaccessible.