2004-02-01 - 5:51 p.m.
becoming mortal.
it's only in the past few months of my life that i've begun to come to grips with the mortality of a particular person. namely, myself.
i looked in the mirror last week when i was taking my multi-vitamin and thought about the questionnaire i had to fill out for the strength training study i'm taking part in. it asked me all kinds of questions about my perception of self-control over my own health. i considered it to be rather timely.
i've taken so many measures in recognition of the fact that one can have a substantial positive impact on their own health, something i'd never actively considered before. when i lived at home and meals were cooked and the heat was on i never gave it a second thought.
-2004 has become the year of the stairs. no elevator for me thanks, i love walking up 4 flights (eh..)
-strength training for toning, and strengthening of course, because i don't want to be a weakling or end up with osteoporosis
-eating quality food, less of the lipton noodles and more of the fresh produce and fibre, including beans. lots of beans.
-less over-indulgent drinking (for the pocketbook and the productivity)
-all warm, all the time, no going outside unless i'm ready for the weather. frostbite sucks.
a few things contribute to this sudden consciousness...
-getting to a point where i've seen enough to know better
-living so far away from the people who care about me the most makes me independent in the most severe sense of the word such that if i don't look after myself, nobody else will
-having at least a foggy image of where i want to be in a few years time, realising that it will be labor intensive and require me to be in some kind of good working order
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in other news. i went to the purple onion last night. it's a dive. but it has a bathroom attendant in the men's room only. he has hair gel, gum, various other products that men might need. none in the women's washroom, but i did notice that there was a tampon on the floor behind one of the toilets, next to a bucket. drinks were one dollar. and they played rage against the machine. after the p.o. (as it is affectionately known to some) we traipsed on to the guilty martini. which was much... cleaner and proved to have more expensive but much better tasting drinks.
dancing to "september" with a martini on a hardwood floor after peeing with 4 levels of protective toilet paper on the seat is quite a juxtaposition.
was last night scheduled on the self improvement programme? i must have missed that memo.
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