The Journey's the Thing…

Sorry for the lapse in posting (again!). I’ve had a pretty busy past couple of days and I guess I got a little overwhelmed (read:lazy). Things are OK, though. In fact, they’re better than OK.

I joined a gym, as some of you know. I really like it, I think. I’m not some muscle head, just getting fit and healthy. I’m feeling really good about this move towards a healthier body. I’m sleeping better, thinking better, and feel psychologically more calm than I felt last week, B.G. (Before Gym). Today has been a really amazing day, and it isn’t even over yet!

This is what I did…

1. Worked out for almost 2 hours this morning with weights and cardio.

2. Then I drove to Albany and had a really good class with Dr. Fox, my philosophy teacher.

3. Now I’m home, after eating, showering, and, yes, about to post this blog.

4. In just a few minutes I’m off to an AA meeting, which will complete the circle of good living.

Body, Mind, and Spirit. They all live within the same shell, and they all need to be fed.

After the meeting, it’s time for….The X-Files! I’m almost finished, having received the 2nd disc of season 9 in the mail today. Only 3 more discs to go!

Johnnyboy

Not much going on around here except that the wind is blowing, the leaves are turning, and it seems to be a little grayer in the sky than usual. I love fall. I am a seasonal person, needing the changes from Winter to Spring, etc…

The Autumn harvests are the best. Squashes, apples, pears, late tomatoes and corn, all great stuff. I can smell the roastie-toastie aromas of home kitchens everywhere.

I’m a little sore from going to the gym yesterday, but I can’t wait to go back tomorrow and have a go at my second session. I will lose the weight, keep it off, eat better, sleep better, and gain much needed muscle, especially in my back. I think that my gut is a result of my weak back. I tend to slouch.

Here are the haiku…

#10.
Trying to explain
how much I miss and love you
over the phone lines.

#26.
Saxophones motor
the drumming wheels of hi-hats,
steered by pianos.

#38.
A slow groaning turn,
felt, rather than seen or heard,
as I sit and breathe.

Johnnyboy