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This is my first month on line and “back on track”. What can I say?

Positive:

1. I feel better
2. I’m back to my morning yoga
3. I keep track of what I eat again.
4. I have found a lot of cheers, solace, shared stories.

Negative:

1. My work is delirious and it seem I can’t find time for proper workouts - a least, not everyday.
2. My husband is unsupportive (as usual).
3. My cholesterol is up and my weight stays put (not a pound down - to see it positive, I didn’t put on more weight either)
4. I has been pouring rain for three weeks flat and I can’t go hiking …
5. It’s tax time….

Remember that old Donna Summer tune, I feel love ?  ( you may say, that if I can remember it, I must be sort of outdated- and it’s true, when it was hot in the charts, a lot of you around were in a cloud in Heaven) Well, this mornig I was trying something on because long hours of school  were waiting for me, and nothing fitted.  I felt like an old cow with a belly, and Donna Summer tune kept hanging in my head. Only, instead of saying I feel love, it sang I feeel faaat (the problem is, that I have a lot of “skinny clothes” bought when everything was ok; also, I’m premenstrual, and bloating does’nt help. It seems that my roploplos are exploding, and normally I’m a 38C - always been like that. No one seemed to notice, anyway, and when I finally went back home, before everything else, I did an aerobics Dvd and felt waay better (ok, I forgot to take honey from the cellar, and let artichokes burn, but my husband didn’t realised a thing)

I realised that, since I have begun to write this blog, I haven’t mentioned yet my true passion: mountain. That’s sad. Infact, I haven’t put my feet on a ruddy path for a while, that’s why I am fretting today. I begin to show all the exterior signs of my addiction: anxiety, short breath (or lack of it), bad sleep. Last Sunday, after a bad morning at the hospital, I had to do something. I have a new pair of hiking boots, and I needed to break them in. So I drove to the Val Borbera, put on my hiking boots, and begun to climb the steep road to the Church Of Cà del Bello, on a high terrace above the village of Persi. It was a sunny spring afternoon and my boots were probably too heavy for the road. I began to sweat and feeling my legs heavy. But I did what hikers do: I thought , I will go to the next corner, tree, fence, rock, and then to the next, and to the next, becazuse behind a corner, there is just another corner. Anyway, in 45 minutes I was up to the Church. The view was clear, and to the horizon I could see Mount Antola, the highest peak of the valley at 2800 m. (sorry, tonight I’m not in  the mood to convert metres into feet). And yes, there was still snow up there.

Oh and my hiking boots were a great buy…

Hey, I’ still alive… I have a lot of things to share with you all… but time available is just seconds, today . So I have a big  burning question to ask you all: how can you manage to do it all? (it being home work, family, sleeping and so on…)

First of all, I want to thank you for the comments , cheers and prayers I have received, because they are all most needed. As you can see in my weight ticker pounds go up and down, which is the story of my life ( and not only of my weight). I tend to bloat, and nothing seem to help. When I’m premenstrual, I can pile up to four pounds and I feel like an inflated balloon. I have changed  medicins, so probably my metabolism is working better; next week I’ll have a check up with my doctor.

I have a lot of other things to write, but I want to save them for tomorrow: now my running shoes are waiting for me ( as well as  my laundry to iron, essays to write, dinner to fix ecc. Sounds familiar? I want a 48 hours day…)