Uphill idealist

This last weekend, I had the opportunity and time to hit the mall and wander around my local Walden books/Borders store. I was there with my daughter as she was picking out a few books for part of her birthday gift. They had a decent sale going on, so I ended up with two books of my own as I left the store that day. One was "The Unlikely Disciple" by Kevin Roose, a journalistic expose on his incognito semester at Liberty University (which I just started today) and another up and coming book called, "The Middle Place" by Kelly Corigan. About two weeks ago, a woman at the bookstore had suggested this book to me. Upon hearing that the book was based on the author's real-life dealings with cancer, I decided against it - I thought something more upbeat would be better to read. This weekend, yet another woman at the book store tells me that "The Middle Place" is a must read. Either I was overcome with book greed or the red buy one get one sticker went to ...

Some days it's funny how emotion just can roll over me like, well. A steam roller. If I only relied on my emotions - (as I often do) loving my gut instinct and all - I'd really miss out on some serious bread. Bread as in consolation, I mean. Not the green kind. The desolation of the last week was a dear friend and co-worker be hospitalized, but thankfully he is home and on his way to recovery. I had a check up of my own last week and had my own share of tests. Have you ever had the possibility of a health issue totally freak you out? Now that I'm on the other side of the results, although they are good results; I find myself weepy. This seems weird to me - shouldn't I be doing jumping jacks? Maybe now that I know its safe, I can let the tears roll. Do you know what I mean by this? But really, the roller coaster of health issues is not a fun ride. There is too much uncertainity and lack of control in the medical arena - so back on the exercise and food journaling wagon ...