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Energized

As I've written here probably about 10 million times, I always feel better after a bit of physical activity.

I'm not sure exactly what happens in the brain (okay, I'm not even really certain on a GOOD day what's going on up there) but once I've gotten some good old activity done, I feel ready to take on the world.

It's like a filing cabinet appears in my head. A nice, calm, filing cabinet. That opens and closes at appropriate times. That calmly hands me one thought after the next. That allows me to focus, work and move on. Task complete, problem solved, onto the next one.

I felt today that I had a lot to get done. And I almost felt that perhaps I should not go for an hour run.

But I didn't go yesterday, took a day off, and last night went to bed looking forward to the exercise.

I don't think I'm a terribly vain person but it is nice to know that you can fit in your pants properly, if only so that you don't have to go and buy a totally new wardrobe.

I was so looking forward to getting back to a gym when we got back, really taking care of myself again, eating properly and getting good sleeps.

In Korea, we ate very well looking back on it. Nothing was really processed, the rice was the healthy kind and all of the vegetable were fresh, from some farmer's garden.

Plus, I was a teacher, I was on my feet every day, walked up and down stairs all day long. You forget how much physical activity you acutally do until you sit down and compare to another way of life.

Now, I mostly sit at a computer, scouring the internet for various things, much of which includes how to make a living or at least win the lottery.

So, I need that exercise to be figured out OUTSIDE of my work. And I need to pay more attention to what I'm eating, as delicious as all this cheese is, no one needs THAT MUCH calcium.

Even better, the weather turning has me outside exercising. I'm mostly a gym bunny but with lack of cash, one has to improvise. And I have to say, after years of swearing that I could never get a good workout outside, I'm having to eat my words.

Well, all the low calorie ones anyway.

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