everyday is d. day

extreme beauty

today while i was standing in 7-eleven i noticed that the girl in front of me was wearing the same $4.99 army and navy and t-shirt as myself. it could be said we both have the same great nose for a bargain or we are both shopping on an extreme budget. truth be told, technically i couldn't afford it at all, but retail therapy is retail therapy and it feels nice to buy something new even if it costs about the same as a starbucks latte. it's white and fresh, shouting of renewal and synergy. if it gets stained or something cataclysmic happens to it, or if my physiology simply conspires to destroy it's, not a problem. and acquiring it cost just pennies over 5 bucks. gotta like it.

a deal is a deal and the thing is, a girl can't thumb her nose at a deal however small. it's tough enough. i have forgone every luxury in personal grooming, big and small, from professional landscaping "down there" to having my eyebrows done on a regular basis. and a lovely pedicure....forget it. not happening. i did the whole home pedicure which really just consisted of a soak, a scrub, and painting my toenails with my shaky and unskilled hands.

the only way to get up that hill is to go up that hill

i'm trying to rev up my metabolism, because it has to be obnoxiously slow to resist every effort i have made in the effort to reclaim my body. not the one i had in my 20's or even 30's because that's just silly. the one i had around the time i crested 40, which was not so long ago. i am beginning to appreciate what i had then finally, belatedly and i want it back. that means work, a lot of it. i can't believe it let myself slide so badly. s. can't really discern a difference and that's a good thing, because i am doing enough surveying of the situation for two.

drinking lots of water, lots of it, even though the doc says cool it a little; drinking green tea and now before i put a morsel of food in my mouth i am out pounding the pavement and workin' it. yesterday i decided our street--which pushes upward at a steep incline westward--would be my daily target, with a zig and a zag thrown in for good measure and to beat boredom.

the tough part always is getting on the gear and the shoes and propelling oneself outside. as i left the building a woman ran by me heading up the hill. well, challenger....always did better with a little competition. thankfully she slowed to a decent paced walk so we had a level playing field. no way i'm running up that hill. not yet. i'll get there, even with creaky knees and protesting lungs. i'll get there.