Today Vanderbilt had their Survivor Celebration Day. Rain bucketed down this morning and I almost used it as an excuse to not go, but am glad I went. Got some good information, met some nice folks, heard Lance Armstrong's mom speak, and attended a presentation by one of my collegues who I had not known is a survivor herself. We're everywhere. There's way too much cancer but more and more of us are living long to complain about it. I couldn't make it through the entire event, though, and went to the Y later to work out on the bike for 45 minutes, having been reminded of the importance of exercise to survival and realizing that I have been slack on it for the last couple of weeks. This week, I've paid for last weekend's lack of sleep. I plan to get back in the groove of exercise and eating carefully next week, with the start I made today.
Last weekend in LA, I substituted calories for sleep, enjoying several yummy meals with my folks where I set aside my usual attempts at controlled nutrition and stayed up late each night visiting, propelled by adrenalin and the joy of being in my native land with the ocean breeze nourishing me. I loved the course that had provided the opportunity to take the trip home, and loved being with my family for the all-too-brief time.
I thought I was handling it all so well, but at the last moment, I realized my exhaustion when I went to pull my computer out of my backpack at airport security, and it was not there. After a panicked moment, I remembered that I had left it on the desk in my parent's house, having tried and failed to use it to print my boarding pass. Thank goodness for helpful sisters; Jill sent it back to me and all is well. But I am once again woefully behind on this blog. More soon.
Last weekend in LA, I substituted calories for sleep, enjoying several yummy meals with my folks where I set aside my usual attempts at controlled nutrition and stayed up late each night visiting, propelled by adrenalin and the joy of being in my native land with the ocean breeze nourishing me. I loved the course that had provided the opportunity to take the trip home, and loved being with my family for the all-too-brief time.
I thought I was handling it all so well, but at the last moment, I realized my exhaustion when I went to pull my computer out of my backpack at airport security, and it was not there. After a panicked moment, I remembered that I had left it on the desk in my parent's house, having tried and failed to use it to print my boarding pass. Thank goodness for helpful sisters; Jill sent it back to me and all is well. But I am once again woefully behind on this blog. More soon.
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